Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 641 - 597: Lanci Welcomes Fallen Queen as a Guest to the Palante Empire

Deep within the Central Chamber of the Gen’ya Witchcraft Institute, located in the outskirts of Naka Island, Lanci was still conversing with Fallen Lord Calila.

"First tell me who you plan to find."

Lanci sighed.

He didn’t know whom Calila hoped the negotiator from Palante Empire would be, but he could arrange for anyone.

"A lunatic that confounds the Palante Empire’s upper echelons, the newly appointed Prime Minister, but he’s the only one daring enough to take on this responsibility during wartime. I’m not sure how much it will cost to gain his trust. Once he realizes we, the Demon Race, have a stronger desire to forge an alliance, he will definitely make exorbitant demands. Yet, if our sincerity is lacking, he will definitely suspect we aren’t truly willing to help them against the Blood Clan."

Calila pinched her brow, speaking, and after finishing, she paused for a few seconds, leaned forward, and lowered her voice slightly,

"You and I have only one mission going to the Palante Empire – find a way for me to meet Wilford. Worse comes to worst, the two of us will work together and give him a treatment. Then he will also become our slave."

Calila grinned slyly, now having concluded that her combination with Lord Unknown was indeed the strongest.

"..."

Lanci choked up.

Firstly, the typical Demon Race line of thinking whether what Fallen Lord had said was correct.

Mainly, it was fundamentally impractical.

"Is it okay for you and me to conspire loudly about these matters?"

He looked at Fallen Lord seriously.

"What’s the issue? Don’t tell me you have a bit of a relationship with that Prime Minister and can’t bring yourself to take him down?"

Calila asked, puzzled.

"No, is there a possibility... that I am actually the Prime Minister?"

Lanci spread his hands and confessed candidly.

"Hahaha."

Upon hearing this, Calila leaned back into the sofa chair.

Lanci’s dead-serious joking manner made her laugh.

He was clearly a member of the Great Demon Clan, which she knew all too well, and the Prime Minister Wilford from the Palante Empire had never left the Palante Empire and had been extremely busy recently.

This visually pleasing edifice, with its ivory white interspersed, faced the bay.

The lush green grass started at the beach, crossing a third of a kilometer to the front door, passing the sundial, the brick pathway, and several colorful gardens, reaching the corner wall, where it seemed to catch the momentum of a sprint, turning into vines that continued to climb the wall.

A row of floor-to-ceiling windows on the front of the house shone in the golden slant of the setting sun, open to welcome the warm afternoon breeze.

Lanci, dressed in a shirt and vest, walked alone to the wooden dock extending from his mansion, looking out over the bay.

There, a Magic Energy Vehicle sped and slowed on the water’s surface, tracing an arc colored by the sunset, its cheering sounds unceasing.

"Sister, drive faster!"

"Even faster?"

"I trust my sister’s driving skills. Even if we fall into the water, you’ll save me, won’t you?"

"Ugh... okay then!"

"Meow meow meow! I don’t want to fall in the water!"

In the driver’s seat of that small Magic Energy speedboat, Siegler sat in Hyperion’s lap, happily directing Hyperion to drive, and if it weren’t for Siegler’s feet not reaching the pedals, she probably would have stepped on the gas herself.

Hyperion wore a helpless expression, but seemed unable to resist Siegler’s cute offensive and could only drive faster with extreme caution as she requested.

Also, a Little Black Cat clung to Hyperion’s shoulder, now drifting left, now right, letting out a series of cat cries.

"There are fewer and fewer chances to see Demon King Castle Necaris now," Lanci lamented, leaning on the railing and facing the sea breeze,

"It’s a pity I couldn’t let you both enjoy more time on Lisi Island."

At this point, the Shadow World was drawing to a close.

Or rather, after the defeat of the Tenth Ancestor Ulysses, the Shadow World was nearly at its end. The timeline was almost up, waiting to return to the Palante Empire to reopen the Shadow World live broadcast to clear Loren of all charges once and for all.

The subsequent comprehensive southern campaign and the final battle with the Blood Clan in the heartland of the Huo Ning Empire might just be the last episode of Blood Moon Bad World Shadow World.

Lanci didn’t know how many years it would be until the next Shadow World, but by that time, he and Hyperion would certainly have not seen Siegler for a long time.

An adult Siegler would likely be a top-tier Eighth-order warrior, and her personality would certainly have changed.

He hoped that they could still get along as harmoniously as they did now.

But on second thought, Lanci felt there was no problem. He couldn’t imagine what it would look like if Siegler and Hyperion ever argued.