Don't confiscate my identity as a human race
Chapter 1538 870: Mr. Lanci's Casual Interview _3

"Antanas said that this symptom isn't really a big issue, it's partly related to her emotions and psyche. As long as she rests well during intermittent attacks, she should be fine. Moreover, her body detoxifies quickly, so she should fully adapt to the new changes in her body in a while."

Lanci estimated that Hyperion was almost at Ichrite now, with Antanas and Sinola accompanying her.

As a fellow member of the Demon Race like Melogas, it's almost impossible for Hyperion to be harmed by toxins, as Melogas is nearly immune to poison.

"Hmm?"

Talia suddenly frowned, displeased as she leaned in, glaring at Lanci.

"What's wrong?"

Lanci was just relieved that Talia could speak normally again, only to have her close against him once more.

"Don't mention Melogas."

Talia said, a bit angrily.

"I didn't mention her."

Lanci pondered for a long time before realizing why Talia was upset.

"You thought of her name in your mind."

Talia continued pressing against Lanci as if trying to pin him down to his chest.

"My mistake, my mistake, I was careless."

Lanci shook his head repeatedly.

If this continued, Talia would probably hug him again and continue wrestling with him in the Platinum Sen Palace.

Being so openly intimate here isn't good, as it's an artistic sanctuary, and anyone with a sense of decency would mind the setting. Moreover, he noted that today the Parieau Broadcasting Company had journalists interviewing in front of the Demon Race paintings.

Recently in the Poseen Kingdom, issues related to the Demon Race have been a hot topic, even involving cultural aspects.

Being caught on camera would be even worse.

"Nearly a thousand years ago, the Platinum Sen Palace was originally built as a military fortress to defend against foreign invasions. Later, in peacetime, it was converted into a palace, beginning its vast collection of artistic treasures. Over time, sacred and even epic-level artifacts were included in the collection. Throughout the ages, successive kings have expanded and beautified the palace, making it the artistic and cultural center of the Poseen Kingdom."

The voice of the palace guide echoed through the spacious exhibition hall Lanci and Talia had just entered.

The two of them strolled leisurely in the grand hall, sometimes stopping to admire and sometimes conversing.

It wasn't until about a century ago that the Platinum Sen Palace was converted into a public museum. After several expansions and renovations, it was opened to the public, allowing everyone the chance to view its dazzling collection.

They now entered the central hall where the dome sculptures depicted the dynamic imagery of sacred eagles soaring and gallant horses galloping, making one feel as if standing amidst the heavenly kingdom of the Divine Era.

"Tata, do you remember these paintings?"

Lanci stood on one side of the central hall, asking Talia beside him.

The two of them often shared similar interests, though they rarely discussed art appreciation, usually focusing more on Magic Card crafting and Magical Engineering, as well as cuisine.

Last time, they barely had time to look before moving on, and today they finally had the luxury of lingering and appreciating the art leisurely.

In the very center, the colossal oil painting "The Rise of the Eternal Night Kingdom" by ancient imperial artist Stephen Martin, though weathered, remains majestic, recreating a fierce battle with spears wielded and giant dragons roaring, where the blood of countless warriors blooms into everlasting glory in the darkness.

On the left, Isaac Claire's gentle and exquisite painting "The Earth Mother God's Gift" depicts a woman in a white veil, with a graceful figure, holding a pot filled with celestial dew, walking gracefully through the light mist, lovingly guiding a pure and innocent lamb.

On the other side of the central hall, the Grimms Brothers' "The Three Questions of the Magic Mirror" reflects the hazy and mysterious visage of a woman gazing into the mirror world, with eyes filled with the wisdom of ages and the naivety of a newborn, seemingly questioning the viewer about the three great mysteries of life.

These are all well-known masterpieces on the South Continent.

However, Lanci did not express his opinions or preferences.

"..."

Talia slowly turned her head, gazing at the entire back wall.

Returning to the same place always brings new thoughts.

It is the epic-level grand mural "Judgment of the Demon Lord" by ancient imperial craftsman Tolkien, spanning hundreds of meters, recreating the epic scene of thousands of brave soldiers fighting to the death against the Demon Lord.

She stared at the painting, silent.

But that was her answer.

"It's a coincidence, I also like this one the most."

Lanci said with a smile.

"I don't like this painting."

Talia replied resolutely.

"..."

Lanci remembered that Talia previously said she liked this painting the most.

"Looking at this painting makes me think of everything I went through in the Shadow World with you, so I don't like it."

Talia gazed at the surprised Lanci and spoke to him.

Until Lanci remained silent for a long time without speaking again.

"Is that so..."

Lanci lowered his eyes, a relaxed smile gradually spreading across his straight mouth.

He stood in front of the painting for quite some time without moving, while Talia stood beside him, watching him.

"Let's go."

Lanci once again tightly held Talia's hand and walked forward.

There are more paintings waiting for them to see.

No need to linger before paintings they've seen before.

"Lanci, why did you suddenly hold my hand so tightly? Is my embrace that reassuring to you, do my warmth and presence matter so much to you?"

Talia asked him quietly, following contentedly behind Lanci.

"Yes."

Lanci, as though having successfully received training, knowing how to counter Talia's schemes, admitted her words naturally.