Don't confiscate my identity as a human race
Chapter 1534 869: Lanci's High-Level Match

On the North Shore of the Flower Capital Parrel, a majestic iron tower stands tall at the end of the view by the shore of the Selena River.

Underneath the tower, on the square, a lady dressed with exceptional elegance stands quietly. Her gray long hair is smooth as a waterfall, gracefully floating in the breeze, reflecting a warm luster under the sunrise, resembling an angel descending to Earth.

"..."

At this moment, she seems a bit nervous, her palms clenched tightly.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps approaching startled the lady from her contemplation.

She slowly turns around, directing her gaze to the side.

Those bright golden eyes settled on Lanci, who was stopped in the distance.

After receiving Talia's message, Lanci came to the "old place" in North Shore District 1, as Talia had mentioned, to meet her.

"Sorry, I was a little late."

Lanci greeted Talia.

He arrived on foot, while Talia may have caught a ride with Countess Rosalinda, arriving earlier.

The Talia before him seemed renewed compared to this morning, clearly having been dressed up again at the Asturias' Count's Mansion by Countess Rosalinda.

"It's nothing, I just arrived, and wasn't I the one who called you over suddenly?"

Talia said in a rather casual tone, lacking her usual aloofness.

"..."

Lanci released the little black cat from his hand, letting the Cat Boss, who had struggled for quite a while, jump away freely. He looked at Talia, astonished.

Under the tower, the two locked eyes, neither speaking first. For a moment, silence engulfed them, only interrupted by the swans gliding across the Selena River, leaving ripples behind, but still waiting for their conversation to resume.

Talia's demeanor today was much softer than usual; she would generally just nod simply to indicate she understood, rather than speaking so much to him.

"By the way, Lanci, what do you think of my attire today?"

Seeing Lanci staring at her, Talia lifted her skirt with one hand and gracefully spun halfway, letting Lanci admire her.

This was the court attire of the Poson Kingdom, a special gift from Rosalinda to congratulate Talia on passing the Platinum Level Card Maker exam, only worn when she has a date with Lanci.

Over the past century, the formal dresses of female nobles in the Flower Capital have tended towards simplicity and elegance, no longer overly ornate and extravagant, but adorning simple bases with details like ribbons, gems, and lace, exuding a youthful, dreamy romantic ambience.

"Very beautiful."

Lanci remarked, frowning in observation.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Talia walked closer, affectionately gazing at Lanci, and asked.

"Today... are you planning to mess with me like last time?"

Lanci watched Talia more cautiously.

He recalled their last date in the Flower Capital, unsure who concocted the bad idea for Talia to pretend to be sweetly considerate to disgust him. They ended up butting heads until it finally exploded between them.

"Meow."

The Cat Boss had already dashed behind the newsstand at a distance, hiding.

It was most grateful that it didn't stay nearby during the last date in the Flower Capital.

But today, the scene between Lanci and Talia was something it couldn't understand.

Talia's gaze was like that of a lover, while Lanci's expression was as if facing an enemy.

If the camera zoomed in on their faces, it wouldn't look like they were in the same scene.

"Hehe, I just don't want you to enjoy it, so today I won't let you get my anger up no matter what you do."

Talia wrapped her arms around herself, shaking her head, seemingly amused by him.

Finally, Talia's gaze toward Lanci revealed a touch of affection, like looking at her child Hyperion.

"Eh?"

Lanci fell into a mental universe after hearing this.

It was the first time he encountered such a difficult psychological battle.

He couldn't quite judge what level he and Talia were operating on.

"Anyway, rest assured, I won't be mad at you today. Just see it as indulging you this time. You can say whatever you want to say, do whatever you want to do, I won't blame you."

Talia saw Lanci was still contemplating and reassured him.

"Is that so..."

Lanci blinked slowly, murmuring to himself,

"So no matter how I annoy you today, you won't get angry?"

He asked with a bit of eagerness, mingling expectations with fear.

"You... you can think of it that way, mess with me as you like."

Talia initially intended to say something but held back and patiently replied.

Before Lanci could continue pondering, she stepped forward, took his hand, and pulled him closer.

"And didn't you say before that you were curious about what kind of amazing experience it would be to date a Princess of Demon Clan who has experienced 800 years? Now, do you have a conclusion?"

Her gaze was intense, carrying a hint of exploration, as if she aimed to see through Lanci's thoughts.

"??"

Lanci was left even more baffled by Talia.

Talia seemed particularly assertive and proactive today.

And everything she said were his own words.

"Heh heh."

Talia chuckled lightly near Lanci's ear like a breath, then stepped away again, gesturing for him to follow her.

Lanci had just taken a few steps when Talia held his hand again, this time interlocking their fingers naturally.

"..."

Lanci was speechless, not resisting, letting her lead.

He was still observing.

Talia's emotions were extremely stable, as if the turbulence within had quickly calmed.

Lanci couldn't figure out what was up with Talia; for now, he needed a round of learning, and until then, he could adopt Loren's approach.