Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1191 - 796 Sigrid’s Half-Year Review_3

To spare her future pain, it is best to make things clear now.

"No problem, then I'll gladly accept the position of Pope from you."

Siegrle walked up to the principal's desk, took the handwritten letter from Lanci and the several keys and tokens handed to her, and said without any reservation.

"Siegrle, I'm talking about something very serious."

Lanci looked up at Siegrle across the desk, her overly relaxed demeanor making him stare at her with a complex expression.

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"I know, we're saying goodbye. Goodbyes can be happy too, right? Makes the next long-awaited reunion all the more carefree."

Siegrle met his gaze earnestly and nodded,

"But since we might not see each other again, could you fulfill one of my wishes? I've done so much for you, you ought to reward me a little more."

She crossed her arms with a look of distress, haggling.

"What?"

Lanci asked with a slight premonition of doom.

As far as he knew, Siegrle was the sort to take advantage of a situation.

"Here, come over."

Siegrle turned her cheek and silently pointed at her fair face with her index finger, signaling for Lanci to give her a kiss.

"That won't do, pick something doable."

Lanci shook his head.

By now, he was no longer fooled by Siegrle acting like a child.

"You misunderstood, this isn't a request, it's an instruction. I'm the Pope now, not your Saintess; our positions have been swapped."

Siegrle sat sideways on Lanci's desk, holding the Pope's tokens and letters, giving orders to Lanci,

"When you're tasking the boss, of course you have to sweeten the boss up."

Her act was over; she had adopted the domineering air of a superior, a stark contrast to the lively young girl she had been before.

Still, there was a joking tone.

But this way of speaking didn't feel like Siegrle at all to Lanci.

Lanci began to suspect the Mirror of Tiberius was broken.

"I'll count to three, and if you don't kiss me, I'll kiss you."

Siegrle couldn't help but laugh, pretending to be the big bad wolf as she continued to tease Lanci.

She was struggling to keep up her act.

She certainly wouldn't really kiss him, but every second of Lanci's reaction was quite interesting.

"Siegrle, this is the Principal's Office, cut it out."

Lanci warned with a calm gaze.

Seeing Siegrle like this, she might actually force herself on him.

Against Siegrle, who could defeat the Blasphemy Lord, he had no chance of resistance.

He could only scare her off with the authority of the Ninth-order Pope.

"..."

"You really are a master of bluff, I was almost fooled by you."

Siegrle was as if she had seen right through Lanci's act, just like when she had protected him on the Snowfield, making her grin,

"By the way, you're about to ascend to Seventh-order right after Shadow World ends, yes?"

Siegrle leaned on the desk, moving closer to Lanci and asked in a whisper.

"What are you talki..."

Lanci was cut off mid-sentence.

He looked up at Siegrle with confusion.

How could Siegrle possibly know this was the Shadow World?

Even if she did, everyone here would naturally assume that the Saint Polante Pope was a deeply concealed Ninth-order, pretending to be a Sixth-order playing among mortals; how could she confidently believe he was truly Sixth-order?

Yet, all he saw was Siegrle smiling, her voice sounding strikingly similar to someone he knew all too well.

"You're stronger than me now, my dear."

Siegrle's eyes narrowed like crescents, her mouth curling teasingly, she exhaled a sweet alcoholic breath and blew him a kiss.

Lanci's pupils shuddered as he raised his hand, pointing at the figure before the desk.

This.

How could this be Siegrle?

It was entirely the Bishop of Hegemony!

Then the scene of her getting cozy with Hyperion would be of Epic proportions?

"Holy shit, Sigrid!!!"

Lanci exclaimed.