Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 811 - 685: The Optimistic Girl Tata Favored by Lanci_3

Of course, if they desperately need to become stronger or have ambitious goals, even those from the Long-lived Species might choose to enter the Shadow World mode.

Lanci couldn’t help but think of a senior from the Demon Race.

Even the new generation of the Demon Race is almost stronger than this old-timer.

"...?"

Talia immediately responded to him without using words.

Even without speaking, she could hear Lanci’s intensely persistent thoughts—

We’re all from the Demon Race, so why is there such a big difference?

True, the higher the level, the harder it is to train.

But you can’t just be treading water for a hundred years.

Among the living members of the Great Demon Clan, you’re just a bit stronger than Antanas, but setting aside the fact that Antanas was suppressed in Prison for a hundred years, she’s a noble Shield healer, and even if she’s one level lower than you, she’s still more useful.

"Isatia is definitely not as strong as me."

Suppressing her anger, Talia said with certainty.

She kept thinking that for the sake of the painting Lanci had done for her today, she would spare him for now.

In the past, the high-ranking officials of the Demon World said that once Isatia became a member of the Great Demon Clan, she wouldn’t bother with princess-like behavior, responsibilities, or such matters.

So Isatia reached the Eighth-order and smoothly advanced to the Great Demon Clan, and she stopped training ever since.

So, by Lanci’s logic, it was likely that after a hundred years, Isatia was still an 80th-level gatekeeper and definitely not as strong as her older sister.

"But what if she suddenly feels like training again one day?"

Lanci raised a skeptical point.

Nigel could be said to treat both humans and the Demon Race with equal regard, always maintaining a lucid and steadfast demeanor.

This was because of the guidance of such a teacher since childhood.

"It seems that after building the Demon World, Perlman and the Poseen Kingdom have achieved mutual success. He not only reached the Eighth-order over a hundred years but is also among the stronger ones there, and the current prosperity of the Poseen Demon World must owe much to Perlman," Talia assessed in Lanci’s mind.

The sight of humans and Demon Race living together in harmony, even to Talia, was an incredible ideal.

Yet, with a century’s worth of effort, Perlman had indeed achieved this to a certain degree.

"Yes, the conviction to hold onto one’s goals for long years and to carry them through is truly impressive, whereas..."

Lanci sighed as if unwilling to continue.

"Whereas what?"

Talia’s voice became increasingly cold.

"Sometimes learning to let go is also a form of wisdom. The more obsessed a person is, the more terrifying and extreme they become once their obsession shatters. So when I say ’whereas,’ I’m referring to a certain princess with a mature outlook on life. Her wisdom is worth our learning," Lanci earnestly suggested to Talia.

"Are you mocking me?"

Talia was now able to understand the cryptic talk of Lanci, the seasoned oblique critic.

"How could that be?"

Lanci transmitted his thoughts, feigning innocence.

"...When the day comes that the Demon Race truly regains its nation, I shall at least make you a duke and see how the history books of humanity will judge you then."

Talia scoffed and lapsed into silence, no longer addressing him.

"You’re truly an optimistic girl, Tata."

Lanci let out a cheerful laugh.

And honestly, Tata’s optimism always brought him endless joy, making him laugh heartily.