Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 808 - 684 Lanci Heard About That Fairy Sister_4

Aitio was unusually energized, her fists clenched as she spoke.

But she quickly realized that she might be getting a little too carried away and lightly coughed twice.

"..."

When Lanci saw Countess Rosalinda’s sullen look as she drank with a tilted head, he felt it was just too cruel for her.

Previously, Rosalinda would hysterically complain to them, but now she could only silently shed tears.

It turned out Aitio was Isatia’s little fangirl.

It was understandable. When Aitio was not yet free, Isatia had been a member of the Great Demon Clan that one simply couldn’t meet in the Poseen Kingdom, so it was quite normal for Aitio to admire her.

"However, Isatia once said that she has an older sister, the perfect princess of her dreams. She used to stick to her sister all the time, but regretfully, she could never manage to become a princess of the Demon Race like her sister,"

remembered Aitio, suddenly bringing it up to the two of them,

"I simply can’t imagine what kind of existence the even more perfect Princess Talia, who is always on Isatia’s lips, could be."

"..."

Lanci and Talia exchanged looks again upon hearing this.

The sister Isatia mentioned – wasn’t that Talia?

"Could you tell us more?"

Lanci asked, full of curiosity.

Talia was also very concerned about how Isatia had described her back then.

"Isatia said that Sister Talia is very powerful, much stronger than her. A hundred years have passed, and she must have become unimaginably strong, surely not languishing idly like her,"

Aitio said.

"Pfft..."

Lanci couldn’t contain himself for a moment, and before he said anything else, he coughed twice as if being shushed, then said no more.

Aitio looked puzzled at Lanci, who was having a hard time keeping a straight face, and at Tata, who was staring at him, wondering what was going on.

"What did you hear about her like?"

Aitio asked with great interest.

Just as Lanci was about to reply, he felt a gaze on him.

It seemed Talia was warning him not to say anything wrong.

Lanci suddenly felt choked up.

He could neither utter the truth nor lie at the moment.

"She is glamorous, sensible, and captivating, the most wicked, evil and insane of the Demon Race. Her threat to the world is even greater than her talents, yet she can control her own heart and desires. Rather than solve problems with brute force, she’s better at breaking through an enemy’s heart, giving them the cruelest Curse and torment!"

Lanci simply recited verbatim what student Zestira had said back then.

The little Demon Dragon student he met when he first went to the Northern Continent as a tutor was Talia’s number one fan.

"As expected from my sister’s sister,"

said Aitio, clasping her hands together, her eyes filled with respect.

"?!"

Talia felt she was going crazy.

How could even students from the Northern Continent think this way?

Because it was the truth.

It indicated that people in the Northern Continent really thought this way!

And Talia wasn’t sure if Lanci had tarnished her reputation over there!

After all, Antanas almost mistook Lanci for her husband.

"It’s getting late; we should take our leave now, thank you both for your hospitality!"

Talia, grabbing the collar of Lanci’s jacket, stood up herself and lifted Lanci to his feet, saying goodbye to Rosalinda and Aitio across the couch.

She knew Aitio was a pawn, but Lanci was a wild card. If they kept talking, Aitio might be led by Lanci into becoming a super-backgammon piece!