Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 875 - 701 Lanci Completely Stripped Calila

As the last dance ended, so too did the ball.

Lanci and Talia stepped out of the Pariet Maternal Church and back onto the festival streets.

The night was deep, but the festive atmosphere in Floral City Pariet hadn’t diminished in the slightest.

On both sides of the street, colorful lanterns still hung, adorning the night as if it were a dream.

Just then, a loud bang tore through the sky.

"..."

Lanci and Talia instinctively looked up, only to see the dark canopy of night suddenly burst into a dazzling firework.

Immediately after, came the second, then the third, and in the blink of an eye, the sky was lit up with a kaleidoscope of fireworks, like a blooming garden.

"Maybe in the future, when you’re not around, I’ll think of you whenever I see fireworks,"

Talia murmured, her face illuminated by the light of the fireworks.

"Why do you say that?"

Lanci felt that such words were uncharacteristic of Talia; they seemed more like something a sentimental girl like Hugh from Hyperion would sigh.

"Maybe it’s because you’re up there making cards."

Talia looked at him and answered.

"???"

Lanci suspected Talia was mentioning doing a task while out here.

They paused to watch the display for a while before moving on.

The fireworks continued to bloom, periodically casting their figures in a whirl of colorful haloes before fading to mere glowing embers that fell into the night.

And so, Lanci and Talia slowly walked along the festival road, enjoying the sights along the way.

Despite it being ten o’clock at night, there were still many people on the streets.

The moment the door was pushed open, the warm lights in the entrance hallway lit up, illuminating the space.

"Welcome home, meow."

There sat Cat Boss on the floor, as if he’d been waiting for them for a long time.

"So Cat Boss was at home, we were wondering where you’d gone."

"Meow meow."

Lanci sighed with relief, hung his coat on the nearby rack, picked up the black loaf (an idiomatic name for a black cat), and headed to the Cardmaking Workshop set up as a study at the back of the room.

For this trip, knowing he would often practice Card Making, Lanci had asked Countess Rosalinda to arrange for the highest-specification explosion-proof Barrier and card making equipment for them at the hotel.

Creak, the door to the study opened, and unlike its usual clutter, the workshop had been tidied with all sorts of schematics pinned neatly all around, and materials piled on the workbench had been reorganized.

Focused on her study at the workbench was the Great Love Poet herself.

It seemed she had returned early today.

After returning, she started her magic studies and over the past few days, sorted through all the materials for Lanci and Talia.

Whenever she was focused on researching Magic Cards, even Talia’s call couldn’t snap her out of her concentration.

However, what surprised Lanci and Talia upon their return was that the Great Love Poet’s attire had changed.

Her usually loose hair was now tied up, with the remaining strands falling softly around her cheeks and the nape of her neck, and she was dressed in a crisp white shirt and a fitted black business skirt, exuding a sharp and efficient aura from head to toe.

"This attire..."

Talia murmured to herself as she looked at the figure of the Great Love Poet.

If it weren’t for the eyes, the Great Love Poet could easily be mistaken for the real Talia at first glance.

However, Talia wasn’t surprised because the Great Love Poet was wearing her clothes—she had told Lan Fu that she hadn’t brought any clothes for this trip, so Lan Fu could wear hers—what truly surprised her was how Lan Fu could even mimic her demeanor.

It was almost as if the Great Love Poet had been asked to dress this way every time she was in the Card Making room, and over time, she got used to it.

"Ah, it’s Lanci and Tata."