Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1524 - 865 Calila’s Last Dream_3

"Sometimes he would boast that he was the best principal in the world... I couldn't refute him, because he truly was that kind of person."

"In short, he is the kindest and most caring human I've ever met, and because of that, I see an incredibly beautiful world within his Gentle Town, a world that I desire."

"Therefore, as his best friend, I will continue to strive to help him."

The Silver Witch's eyes shimmered, her voice sweet yet resolute.

The guests stood in unison, applause like tides rushing towards the bride and groom.

"Well, it's time for the final moment."

The officiant, Lord Raeming, spoke with deep trust, blessing them with his voice of authority and gentleness:

"The path of marriage cannot be smooth sailing; there will inevitably be conflicts and difficulties. But as long as you continue to love each other, resolve misunderstandings with patience and tolerance, your affection can remain fresh over time. Let's bless them together, wishing their marriage happiness and prosperity until eternity!"

Under the tumultuous dome of the Demon King Palace, applause and cheers echoed again and again.

"Lanci, you, can you really not break this dream?"

Talia uncontrollably leaned closer to Lanci.

Feeling both a tickle in her heart and a shyness so intense it drove her nearly insane.

"Even you can't do it; there's no way I can break free."

Lanci was also a bit nervous.

Were they messing around in an amusement park, or playfully feeding each other, or hugging that big gray cat, he wouldn't be so tense; only now did they appear overly solemn.

The reason he could quickly awaken from the Gentle Town's grip was because he recognized it as a phantasmagoria, never lost to it.

Both of them knew that this was phantasmagoria, very awake, yet unable to end it.

Talia's hand trembled slightly in the throne hall of the Demon King Palace; her and Lanci's fingertips touched as if conveying a silent vow.

She glanced at Lanci, knowing this was phantasmagoria but was powerless to resist.

As the soft harp melody flowed, their gazes inevitably intertwined; perhaps the next scene would be the legendary vow of the kiss.

"No, Lanci, you can't kiss me yet!"

Talia felt Lanci drawing ever closer; she struggled to turn her head but couldn't make such a large move, only to feel the other's heartbeat, screaming inwardly.

When she closed her eyes, ready for that moment, her heartbeat almost uncontrollably pounding.

Thunder woke them.

The sky above Naikarisu had been stained by rain unknown to them.

Images of the dream showed digital artifacts, the fantastic cathedral began to stutter and shake.

Flickering at times, at others reverting to the last second's afterimage.

The bell resounded again, seemingly not advancing but regressing.

The sky began to collapse, blue dawn replaced by torn drapes, only purple lightning cracks spreading unceasingly.

Until they saw this illusion among memory residues in Demon Race Script—

Lightning spiraled across the horizon, drawing them closer to the end.

In the next moment.

The two were expelled from the phantasmagoria like specters from another dimension, only to find themselves in the underground central chamber of Purgatory Corridor Academy.

It was like a small transparent room wrapped in Eternal Night Sky, scattered starlight in the surroundings enough to illuminate the view ahead.

It felt as if this was the true memory of Calila.

Inside the central chamber, the contrasting world seemed separate from the outer world.

The hypnotic walls absorbed most light and echo, not even a breath to be heard.

Only the oppressive silence and abyssal starry sky remained.

In the room's center, columns of Anti-Magic Steel linked with a semi-transparent barrier, the steel pillars inscribed with Demon Race Magic gleamed with an eerie blue light.

At the center of the Anti-Magic Steel, a mirror-like mechanical magic device was bound with layers of Magic Power Chains. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

It looked like a mirror, yet took on a six-faced cuboid form.

Each facet in the mirror space was distorted, as if countless tortured souls hovered, multiple barriers enveloped the mirror's surroundings, flickering in and out.

A single glance.

Could confirm it was an object of overwhelming magnitude—

A forbidden magic device capable of overturning the world's principles [Mirror of Tiberius].

"..."

Calila leaned against the six-faced magic device, her face gaunt and pale, faint traces of her former glory visible, scattered letters by her side as she exhaled a mist.

Silvery white hair cascaded upon her shoulders, her eyes half-open, fluttering lashes akin to a dying butterfly attempting to beat its wings, awakened from the phantasmagoria.

Her once rosy lips had lost their color, yet a faint smile lingered at the corners, seemed to savor the fleeting beauty of life's end moments.

Her delicate fingers rested upon the letter, fingertips slightly curled.

Delivering the letter was her final task.

"Lankros, leave everything henceforth to you."

Calila gently exhaled, silvery white eyes narrowing with a touch of reluctance and apology.

Then she stood up, wobbly, moved towards the Inverted Corridor Mirror, and soon vanished within the prism.