Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 879 - 701 Lanci Completely Stripped Calila_5

It was always ready to unleash its invincible Wind Magic.

Before going to the Northern Continent, when it was still weak, it saw Lanci making cards and didn’t dare to stay for even a second longer, fearing that even the slightest mishap would drag it into a catastrophic disaster.

But now it was different, it was Cat Lun with nine lives!

In the Cardmaking Workshop, Lanci was intently staring at the magic Talia was weaving.

To him, completing this card was far more important than life itself.

"Lanci, do you still have enough mana?"

Talia asked casually.

According to her, not only did Lanci use a lot of mana in card making, but he also had to distribute mana to her, and if Lanci’s mana eventually ran out, both of them would have wasted their efforts.

"Just use it, don’t worry about me."

Lanci spoke, continuing to engrave the inscriptions while murmuring to himself, his expression calm and certain, as if he understood everything.

He would never let Talia suffer.

Talia remained silent upon hearing this.

On reflection, Lanci had always been incredibly generous to her; even when he really had no money left, he still made sure she lived comfortably, letting her eat whatever she wanted.

She no longer overthought it and focused on the final steps, their collaboration seamless, ignoring the intense energy fluctuations continuously emanating from the card.

Finally, along with a surge of invisible energy, the entire workshop’s space twisted instantaneously.

Rings of visible magic ripples rapidly spread outward, causing the objects in the workshop to contort repeatedly.

"Oh no, this is Calila’s most fundamental power, meow!"

Cat Boss curled up into a ball, holding his head.

He was quite familiar with this magic power.

This was not the magic power of Lanci or Talia, but the terrifying magic of Calila from the Great Demon Clan.

However.

Along with a rustling sound outside the door, the envelope flap on the door was opened.

Transformed into a small gray cat, she easily slipped through the envelope opening into the Principal’s Office.

"..."

Once she landed, she transformed back into a Demonic Girl.

Entering the Principal’s Office could be considered the highest achievement of a student in this school, as few students dared to challenge it.

In the school rules, breaking into the Principal’s Office was considered a serious violation.

Once discovered by the director, the student would be executed directly.

However, if a student faced a life-threatening danger and still had a chance to escape, they would run to the Principal’s Office.

If the principal wasn’t there, the Principal’s Office became a temporary safe house; if the principal was there and bumped into the student, the principal would execute the violating student personally, instilling the ultimate fear of death.

Determining whether the Principal’s Office was a safe room or a danger room was a true test of a student’s luck, wisdom, and courage.

Nevertheless, students like her who came to the Principal’s Office out of sheer curiosity were very rare.

"I knew the principal wasn’t here."

She spoke emotionlessly to herself, as if mocking the overly cautious of the Demon Race.

However, the Principal’s Office wasn’t as interesting as imagined; it was just a swimming pool.

Who knows which lunatic had it built.

Suddenly, her gaze paused for a moment on one side of the Principal’s Office.

Then she shifted it away.

There, an unclear Undead surrounded by black fog, only its eyes emitting a faint green glow, stood, and she had almost failed to notice its presence.

Logically, if there were an Undead in the Purgatory Corridor Academy, it should have been eliminated quickly.