Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1252 - 810: Lanci is in Great Pain!_3

Every encounter made Lanci's heart skip a beat, fearful that any minor movement might ignite Sigrid's fury.

The air was almost solidifying, making breathing difficult.

Sigrid clenched the napkin in her hand, her well-manicured nails almost digging into her palm.

Her gaze grew increasingly dark and intense, like a lioness who had her territory invaded, ready to tear everything in her sight to shreds at any moment.

Talia tilted her chin up defiantly, a victorious smile curling at the corner of her mouth.

Her eyes swept over Sigrid, glanced at Lanci for a moment, then focused back on Sigrid, as if silently declaring—

This is my man.

"..."

Where their gazes met, lightning seemed ready to strike, as the atmosphere bristled with the intensity of their wills, clutching their silverware tight.

...

For the next several minutes.

Sigrid and Talia seemed to be in a competition, taking turns shoving food into Lanci's mouth.

The silverware had become instruments of torture.

Lanci felt as though he had tasted every dish on the table, yet it was as tasteless as wax.

Every second felt like torment.

Lanci felt nailed to his dining chair, powerless to move and completely at the women's mercy.

Suddenly.

Before Lanci could catch his breath.

He found two spoons presented in front of him at the same time!

The worst-case scenario had happened.

One held slow-cooked cowboy bones, rich and juicy; the other, asparagus with herbs, vividly green and enticing.

"No, sisters."

Lanci was utterly befuddled.

His eyes widened as he shifted his gaze back and forth between the two spoons, his mind blank.

Previously alternately fed by them, Talia feeding him would receive a glare from Sigrid, Sigrid feeding him would get a glare from Talia, he nearly experienced the same torture as the Merit Machine from the Sanctuary Evil Banquet, nearly unbearable.

The result was both of them vying simultaneously to offer him food.

"Come, try this."

Sigrid's voice was indifferent, yet her eyes were as cold as frost, warning the Saint Heir not to accept Tata's food.

"No, you should try this first."

Talia's tone ignored Sigrid as well, focusing only on Lanci.

"I..."

Lanci felt his heart about to burst out of his chest.

"Listen to me."

Sigrid repeated firmly.

"Don't listen to strangers, I am your family, Uncle Nuo Ai once said, the Wilfort Family is my home."

Talia, as always, spoke in an even tone.

"That's because you were homeless, right? They said that out of pity for you."

Sigrid's words were equally sharp.

Lanci's green eyes darted anxiously between the food offered by both, coloring that moment with a hint of panic.

Make a choice and face death.

But not making a choice, being fed to the point of exhaustion by the two fierce sisters, is equally deadly.

Just then, the kitchen door mustered up the courage to open by itself.

Cat Boss came shivering with the cart to continue serving them dishes.

"Cat Boss!"

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Lanci saw a savior and whispered,

"Sorry, Cat Boss, I'm feeling a bit uncomfortable in my chest, do you have a drink that can warm the body?"

Lanci looked at Cat Boss, almost with tearful eyes, his hand holding the glass shaking.

His voice sounded pained and hoarse, like a wounded animal, but desperately concealed his affliction.

"Yes, please wait."

After nodding, Cat Boss used Telekinesis to take the empty cup from Lanci's hand and headed towards the bar to prepare the requested service.

Next.

Lanci resembled a person with disabilities, his trembling hands trying to grasp the utensils while letting out soft groans.

He wanted to play dumb to bypass this ordeal.

"Old, old problem."

Lanci explained.

"I can attest for Lanci, meow, he had a sudden attack in Purgatory Corridor Academy's cafeteria on his first visit..."

Cat Boss quickly spoke up for Lanci.

It knew Lanci truly had no choice but to feign being a person with a disability.

The sins he committed at Purgatory Corridor Academy had finally caught up with him.

"Whimper..."

Lanci emotionally thought about hugging Cat Boss.

Only the cat was his forever friend.

"Cat Boss, don't butt in."

Talia and Sigrid again spoke simultaneously, interrupting Lanci's thoughts.

The mouth of Cat Boss became an 'X', motionless.

It continued serving dishes quietly.

Sigrid grabbed Lanci's right hand, her palm pressing against his, and after a moment of closed-eyed contemplation, said,

"Your breathing is very normal, there's nothing wrong with your body, seems like your old problem is cured."

Sigrid declared after her diagnosis.

As a top Martial Artist, with their breath now linked, she could not possibly fail to sense Lanci's physical condition.

Talia also silently took hold of Lanci's other hand.

"Your Magic Power is calm too, you're just shaking hands for no reason."

The two, each holding one of his hands, left him without any to use.

Stuck between two Eighth-order powers, he was not on the same level as them.

Being held by these two, even their fingers interlocked tightly, he was rendered motionless.

Only the spoons remained before him, waiting for his final decision.

Lanci's expression changed countless times in a moment, finding pain he'd never felt even during the trials of the Black Sun Tyrant.

"Heh, haha..."

Both women could not tell if he was crying or laughing.

He seemed on the verge of madness.

"You all enjoy playing like this, huh, treat me like a kid, fine!"

Lanci leaned back in his chair, shouting in a defeated and exasperated state,