Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 814 - 686: The Final Battle of Lanci’s Huadu Demon Realm_3

In some ways, Lanci’s illness had improved significantly compared to the first half of the year.

For others, growth meant drawing closer to truth and the gods, but for Lanci, it was the opposite: his growth might be the gradual shedding of a divine mantle to become more like a human.

Thanks to Xiu Bao’s relentless efforts, Lanci had already improved a lot.

"I’ve always been doing good."

Lanci answered in his mind.

Over the past year, he had done so many good deeds that they were too numerous to count, and his record of merits was nearly overflowing.

"..."

Talia felt that it seemed Xiu Bao still had a long way to go.

When necessary, she would have to help Xiu Bao manage Lanci as well.

In the hall, where banquet and song intertwined.

Nigel, having traded his usual military uniform for a suit, made his way through the crowd of fragrant perfumes and elaborate coiffures, his eyes fixed on a captivating figure in the distance.

The young lady was dressed in a pale purple gown, standing out like a wisteria flower amid the Demon Race guests encircling her.

The young man slowly walked toward her, drawing sidelong glances from the attendees.

The girl keenly sensed the young man’s approach.

When she turned around and saw the familiar and handsome face, her eyes widened in surprise.

She never expected him to come towards her.

However, just as he had resolved himself,

to walk over, Nigel’s

steps suddenly halted.

he surveyed the guests with piercing eyes,

"Thank you all for coming here tonight to join my daughter’s birthday celebration."

His voice was deep and resonant, reminiscent of a cello’s timbre, as if it could hypnotize them.

The Demons still had the lively festivity etched on their faces, whispering to one another or nodding with smiles.

"But as I believe you all know, many years ago, I had another daughter who ultimately perished due to the Curse of the great wizard Parlony."

With that statement, the air suddenly became tense.

Many Demons in attendance couldn’t help but glance in the direction of Siyala or look towards Nigel.

Siyala’s face lost its composure momentarily before she slowly dropped her head.

She and her sister were twins.

When they were younger, they always celebrated their birthdays together.

Until later, when she was left to celebrate alone.

But she didn’t understand why her father would mention her late sister at this moment—

because Nigel’s eyes had already taken on a hint of panic when looking at her,

as if seeing her made him also remember the sister he had decapitated with his own hands.

"Since then, Siyala’s birthday parties have become much more subdued. Not only have I lost a daughter, but also a beloved disciple who left my side,"

Lord Perlman continued, his voice devoid of anger, instead filled with acceptance and a barely detectable self-mockery.

"I’m sure you all remember, from a hundred years ago, when the Demon World of the Northern Continent still existed and the war had not yet begun, I crossed the sea trying to break the prejudice between humans and the Demon Race, aspiring to create a society where humans and Demons could coexist beneficially and harmoniously."

He seemed to reminisce about his youthful ideals and passion.

The Demons nodded slightly, acknowledging his efforts.

Lord Perlman had played a substantial and decisive role in the establishment of what was now the Poson Demon World.