Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1526 - 866: Lanci’s Final Request_2

Lanci patiently explained his suspicions to Talia,

"The joy that is lost the moment it's gained is what they relentlessly pursue, again and again. Eventually, they will realize that what they are chasing is not the fleeting joy or the inevitable end, but something more important."

He believed that by speaking this way, Talia would understand. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Just like the restoration of the kingdom for the Demon Race is now right in front of her, even if Talia does nothing, she might just need to wait, and the Demon Race's restoration might happen, and if she is willing to step forward, she will immediately be hailed as the last Demon King of the current era.

But Talia no longer found the idea of restoring the kingdom appealing.

The wish that once haunted her day and night, she let go of in just two years.

"It seems that there is nothing one cannot let go of, once the truly desired is found..."

Listening to Lanci's words and sentiments, Talia nodded slightly.

"During the era of the Blood Moon Bad World, the two of them had experienced joys and sorrows, having long since gained profound understanding. The burdens of life could be laid down at any moment, and they had long abandoned extravagant dreams and desires for happiness."

Lanci continued speaking to Talia, his emerald eyes devoid of any nostalgia for old dreams, yet still deeply moved by the fates of Lankros and Calila,

"Even though Calila had nothing left in the end but memories, she was still willing to give everything, as was Lankros. Love was not what they pursued but what they already possessed. So they learned to let go, shedding their burden, and their hearts had long since gradually been filled to the brim."

Lanci believed that having reached and understood all this, they would eventually transcend and connect life and death.

Whether the sky was about to break dawn or sunset, they had walked step by step through the Blood Moon Bad World.

Even if Calila passed away, she left Small Spark to light the darkness for Lankros and guide the way forward.

The story of Lankros and Calila wasn't necessarily a tragedy but rather a blessing of grace they bestowed upon each other's parched hearts.

Lanci thought in his heart.

However, he noticed a soft sobbing sound from the opposite side.

Looking up, he saw Talia with tear-filled eyes, her eye rims reddened.

"Tata, why are you..."

Lanci's own emotions had already run their course throughout the long journey in the Shadow World.

And Talia seemed to be still immersed in Calila's journal.

His habitual words stopped abruptly before they were fully spoken.

He took a handkerchief from his coat pocket and handed it to Talia.

"You..."

Talia reluctantly accepted the handkerchief, not wanting to meet Lanci's concerned gaze,

"You can laugh if you want to... Do you think I look like this..."

Soon, she choked up again.

She knew that whenever she shed tears, Lanci would always think to himself, how she resembled a woman.

"No, I should apologize. I didn't think watching the film with you would make you cry like this."

Lanci said with a slight guilt.

Every time he unintentionally made Talia cry, he found himself at a loss.

Because he had always thought Talia's character was tough, the more he provoked her, the stronger her counterattack would be.

But only when Talia became teary-eyed did he suddenly realize that his strong teacher Talia was indeed such a female.

Silence fell between them for a long time, while the new scenery outside the window continued to unfold progressively. The light flickered on their cheeks, and the Little Black Cat continued to guard outside the compartment, yet to return.

"Tata, you..."

"Hmm?"

Lanci waited until Talia's breathing gradually stabilized, looked at her, and prepared to say something.

Only her side profile, with its crystalline skin, still had slightly red eye rims.

The soft pink and blue of dawn, sunlight filtering through the light clouds, and the breeze carrying the scent of flowers and fresh air.

Lanci averted his gaze, feeling unsure of how to speak to Talia while she watched him with such vulnerability and reliance.

He seldom felt that Talia's face was so gentle, like the warm sunlight of spring, her tears washing her eyes until only a fresh, natural beauty remained.

"What were you about to say?"

Talia spoke first, softly asking him.

"That our journey, whether commission or our promises, has all been fulfilled up to this point."

Lanci sat opposite Talia, listening to the subtle rumble of the rail train, as he spoke.

Helping her find her sister, ending the havoc caused by the Blood Clan of Cerryti Empire, and bringing her friends safely back to Ichrite, his job could be considered satisfactorily concluded.

"..."

Talia remained silent.

In truth, even the restoration of the Demon Race, which she never commissioned Lanci to do, might be completed.

She didn't even know when she visited Huadu to meet Aitio and Rosalinda, whether Aitio would ask her to become the leader of the Demon Race.

Talia couldn't understand why Lanci was so dependable at every moment, always able to assist her.

Her tenacious character was destined to bring her greater troubles.

But there was precisely such a person willing to support her, fulfilling all her wishes.

Treachery!

Such a person must be treacherous!

But...

"Lanci, can you help me fulfill one last commission?"

She murmured as if in prayer.

"Is there another uncompleted commission?"

Lanci responded immediately, a sense of work responsibility rising within him.

If there was another commission, he had to push himself harder, for if the work wasn't finished, he couldn't enjoy his holiday without distractions.

"I lost a pigeon once at the Nanwantina territory."

Talia mentioned, looking at Lanci.