Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 874 - 700 The Curtain Falls on Lanci and Talia’s Journey in Huadu_3

He looked around at the stalls and shops, his gaze falling on a human mask with a white base and gold patterns.

The mask had soft lines and a tranquil expression, with eyebrows and eyes that conveyed a sense of compassion and benevolence toward the world.

He picked up the mask without hesitation.

He usually chose things very quickly, just by going with a feeling, and would find the one that pleased his eyes the most.

After paying, they each put on their masks and blended into the bustling crowd.

At this moment, no one cared about the true identity behind the masks.

They wandered in the night, surrounded by people and demons of all colors and races, indistinguishable from each other.

In the lively center of the celebration, they passed by many tourists, some engaged in eager conversation, others focused on their prize draw tickets.

Many faces were brimming with anticipation, clearly hoping to win big prizes.

"Shall we give it a try?"

Talia’s requests were modest.

She and Lanci had three special fireworks festival prize tickets, and Talia only wanted the third-place prize, a voucher for a late-night snack meal.

"Of course."

Lanci’s voice carried a hint of excitement; he quite enjoyed drawing prizes.

They made their way to a beautifully decorated prize center and handed their tickets to the beaming staff member.

"Good luck to you!"

The person said sincerely.

Lanci and Talia exchanged a glance, holding their breath in unison as they watched the display on the machine in front of them.

What appeared before their eyes was not the third-place prize they wanted, but a consolation prize, a small bag of colorful candies.

The results were the same all three times.

"Truth,"

Lanci sighed softly, with a sense of resignation.

"It’s good, too."

Talia tucked the candies into her pocket.

After a moment’s thought, she sneakily slipped a pack into Lanci’s pocket as well.

Then she opened a bag, lifted her mask slightly, and popped a candy into her mouth, occasionally taking out another to place beside Lanci’s mouth.

Lanci readily accepted.

The fact that Talia was now sharing food with him was something he would have hardly dared to imagine a year ago.

Ascending the steps, the Temple of Love — or as it was called, the Parriet Church, quickly came into view for the two of them.

The floor plan was of a unique elongated horseshoe cross layout, and it was said that the church covered an area of six thousand square meters.

And the most eye-catching feature was the two soaring bell towers on the western facade.

They each stood tall on either side of the church, like two loyal guards protecting the sacred hall.

Although it was not their first time there, as Lanci and Talia stepped into the Temple, they still found the church’s size incredible.

"Even though I’m a princess, I haven’t danced in a long time, the last time was with my sister," she said, placing her hand in his palm.

"No worries, I’ve never danced with an eight-hundred-year-old princess before, either," Lanci replied.

Talia resisted the urge to throw him over her shoulder.

The two stepped into the dance floor together, blending into the crowd, soon becoming indistinguishable.

The music grew more captivating, and the crowd became increasingly excited.

Laughter, conversation, and whispers intertwined into a noisy chatter.

The Rose Window above changed colors with the passage of time under the refractions of the grand hall’s light, alternating between passionate exuberance and a cool, deep mystery.

Talia, with her Demon Race mask, stood out prominently, occasionally attracting more attention.

"... Just a few days ago, she went berserk, and now there are demons attending the festival as if nothing happened."

"That’s the Demon Race for you, killing a few people is nothing to them."

"Most of the people wearing demon masks today are humans, right? Who would be sick enough to want to live with demons?"

Such murmurs reached her ears.

Or perhaps Talia could sense a similar sentiment.

It caused her rhythm to falter slightly.

Gradually, she began to lose the desire to step on Lanci’s feet.

If only she had chosen a human mask and continued to disguise herself as she usually did in Ichrite, everyone would be content.

She had been at odds with Lanci all day, never letting go of his hand, except now, she wanted to pull hers away.

But Lanci didn’t let go.

"Tata, don’t regret the choices you’ve made," Lanci said as though he understood her thoughts, fixing his gaze on her beautiful golden eyes.

"Whether you wear a mask of the Demon Race or of humans, in my eyes, you are always Tata."

Lanci held Talia’s hand tightly, causing her to look at him in astonishment, with no option but to focus on the man before her.

"..."

Talia didn’t answer him, but the corners of her lips began to curve up slightly beneath her mask.

He couldn’t see, so a small smile wouldn’t matter.

The dance continued.

Even though their movements seemed uncoordinated.

As if the steps were from different eras, one old, the other even older.

Just like the humans and demons of the Poseen Kingdom, there were still difficulties in syncing up.

But despite the stumbling, neither of them was afraid.

Their figures, one human, one demon, gradually started attracting attention.

This so-called "contradictory" harmony was filled with strange possibilities.

It was evident they were having fun.

Supporting each other, they bravely took the next step.