Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1187 - 795 The Scent of Talia’s Mom_2

Talia poked Lanci, asking him.

"Hey, it seems to be the part I repaired."

Lanci suddenly realized there was an issue, rubbing his head.

"..."

Hyperion held back her imminent remarks.

She sensed problems everywhere but didn't know where to begin.

Tamisha's innocent eyes wandered back and forth among them.

She had little concept of what a school was.

When she first arrived, following Hyperion in a daily exhaustive bout of exams, she thought of school as a very strict place.

Now she felt school seemed more like an amusement park.

It mainly depended on who she was with.

Suddenly.

Hyperion noticed the small figure standing between Lanci and Calila.

"...?"

Hyperion rubbed her eyes, then shook Siegler's hand in disbelief.

Was she having an illusion?

How could it be that Lanci and Tata had a child?

"Are you talking about that child?"

Siegler let Hyperion shake her hand,

"I saw it, what about it?"

She asked Hyperion with confusion.

"You, you don't think she..."

Hyperion stopped mid-sentence.

Siegler wasn't acquainted with Tata, so she wouldn't think in that direction.

This grey-haired little girl, was just as cute as a mini version of Tata.

Wait, why did she assume that if Tata were to get pregnant, the child would definitely be Lanci's, given that her aunt and Lanci were clearly innocent.

Hyperion finally snapped out of her confusion.

"She is Tamisha."

Lanci seemed to notice Hyperion's all-too-obvious expressions, and said wearily.

"Huh—"

Hyperion sighed a huge sigh of relief, patting her chest.

She had been worried that Talia and Lanci would have to give her a sister.

On second thought, it's not realistic.

She must have had those weird dreams after watching the nationwide screening of that drama from the Cerryti Empire.

Besides, Talia wasn't even in this Shadow World.

"So, Tamisha, you originally looked like this?"

Hyperion's confusion cleared up in an instant.

She ran over from beside the couch, crouched in front of Tamisha, looking at her.

Hyperion wanted to hug Tamisha but didn't dare to, fearing Tamisha would disdain her as always.

"Do I look bad?"

Tamisha asked Hyperion, looking directly at her.

She actually felt quite close to Hyperion, only Hyperion couldn't tell.

She rarely appeared before other members of the Demon Race like this.

Tamisha had always been weary, rejecting the sight of her own face; no one would miss her in the dark.

According to what Melogas said, it should be normal for her to be abandoned by her parents since she was considered an ugly child that the Demon Race despised.

"How could that be? If you are not beautiful, then there are no beauties in the Demon Race."

Hyperion shook her head in astonishment.

"Hmm, a beauty in the making, you must have inherited your parents' qualities, that's why you are so pretty."

Siegler commented from afar, arms crossed.

If such a child were unwanted by the parents, she would definitely take her home and raise her as her own daughter.

"My parents?"

Tamisha pointed at her own face with confusion.

"Your father, Mist Sir, is quite handsome, and your mother, True Night Lady, is also a superb beauty. To them, you are undoubtedly their best creation and the life continuation in which they have placed great hopes."

Lanci crouched down and told Tamisha while gazing at her.

"Really?"

Tamisha was skeptical.

This overturned her usual understanding.

"Yes."

Lanci looked at her, firmly confirming.

His gaze was as if he understood her pain, appeared before her, could truly love her, without any hint of perfunctory.

"Well, okay then."

Tamisha murmured, looking down.

As she watched her own face reflected on the floor tiles, she held back tears.

She pouted, never having imagined she would hear such words.

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"Don't cry, Tamisha, don't cry."

Hyperion frantically grabbed tissues, wiping around Tamisha's eyes.

But this only made Tamisha's tears fall faster.

Hyperion immediately sought help from the others with her eyes.

"I think..."

Siegler stroked her chin, pondering.

In her view, such a situation should train a child's self-adaptation ability, hence leaving the child alone would be the best approach.

But her direct subordinate, Gloria, told her that she must not raise a child like that in the future; the child may end up very strong, but might not be very close to her mother.

"No, no, no, don't you think."

Lanci read Siegler's expression.

Another one who can't take care of children, raising a child is not about training a Wolf Warrior.

"Aren't you much the same?"

Talia inwardly spoke of Lanci, taking out a handkerchief, carefully dabbing at Tamisha's eyes.

That time Lanci's special training for the students at Ichrite Academy, she remembered vividly, a good team battle that frightened her off midway.

"I've always been caring towards children. Sometimes it's the adults who face difficulties and deeply crave the power to solve them, so I could only help them in that way."

Lanci explained to Talia using telepathy,

"But now I also realize, perhaps I was a bit too much before..."

Lanci reflected, gradually admitting.

"You've realized, my Lanci."

Talia never expected Lanci to be self-aware.

It was hard to say whether Lanci had grown or regressed in the past one or two years.

The Lanci whose thought patterns were increasingly aligning with normal humans, like a Love God who had shed his divine mantle and abandoned his Divine Power, it was hard to define whether for him it was an acquisition or a relinquishment.

"The belongings are seemingly sentimental, and so are the people; with hindsight, our initial perceptions, time and experience are like a clean hand, coming to take them away."