Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 1003 - 746: Isatia Wants to Eat Melons_2

"Yeah, I didn’t exactly go all out."

Talia simply wanted to dig a hole in the ground and crawl into it.

Her gaze shifted warily.

Lanci sat next to her, hands interlocked and placed before him, his expression unchanging as he pondered.

Talia breathed a sigh of relief.

Good, Lanci wasn’t laughing at her.

Unexpectedly, he knew to be serious at a time like this.

Wait a second.

She leaned her side on the table.

She saw the corner of Lanci’s mouth, hidden beneath his hands, was trembling uncontrollably.

"Lanci!"

Talia immediately stood up, hooked her arm around Lanci’s neck from behind, and yanked him backward.

"Ah, help, Cat Boss, save me! Tata! Miss Isatia is watching us!"

Lanci yelled desperately.

"Meow... I agree to the donation, meow."

Cat Boss didn’t want to interrupt these two’s play.

If Tata wanted to hit Lanci, let her hit; if Lanci wanted to be hit, let him be hit; after all, both were willing.

Isatia’s heart fluttered as she touched her chest, watching her sister and Lanci interact.

Every time she saw her sister act with such contrast, she found the sister in her memory even more adorable.

"So Cat Boss, if my sister and Lanci are this close, and they’re not yet together, are there other competitors?"

Isatia tapped the cat’s ear and whispered inquiries beside it.

A man whom her sister would fancy must indeed be exceptional. It wasn’t strange for other girls to fall for him as well.

"This, this, meow."

Suddenly, even the Cat Boss had trouble speaking.

"So there are?"

Isatia somewhat guessed,

"How many?"

She pressed on with a gossip-fueled smile, interrogating Cat Boss.

"Two, meow."

The Cat Boss, after all, was an honest cat, and so replied.

"Wow, then there will be quite the show back in Ichrite."

Isatia laughed and leaned back, pointing at the two people across the table.

While she hoped her sister could win, she always enjoyed watching women fight the most.

"..."

Cat Boss used its ability to round up.

Black bread, able to perform only simple life activities.

Everything else was none of its concern.

Not until Talia and Lanci finished their exchange did she finally let go of Lanci and returned to her seat.

"It’s okay now, Miss Isatia, your sister is here, I’m right by your side."

Seeing her state, Talia swiftly got up and went around the long table, soothing her sister’s back and drying her tears, holding her to comfort her until Miss Isatia’s emotions settled.

"But Blood Moon City is really hard to conquer, I feel so powerless thinking about it, I’m such a useless Princess."

Miss Isatia hung her head in defeat.

Even taught the mechanisms, she still felt incapable of overcoming Blood Moon City.

"Actually, it’s not your fault, Blood Moon City is like a siege-level battle, you need a group of around twenty to fight together, it’s definitely not a one-person job. Coming back alive is already impressive."

Lanci understood Miss Isatia’s intention was merely to rescue Migaya.

However, to venture into Blood Moon City alone was the act of someone courageous, yet presumptuous.

She must have had some sort of Space Series artifact that allowed her to escape forcibly.

"Do you plan to raze the entire Blood Moon City?"

Miss Isatia was also stunned.

She thought Blood Moon City was a stealth mission, similar to a prison type Shadow World, and rescuing Migaya would be a success.

She hadn’t expected Lanci to talk about conquering the whole city.

"Of course, if we don’t tear down Blood Moon City, we won’t catch these members of the Blood Clan; with a base, they’re just too sneaky, they can always retreat into darkness."

Lanci replied with certainty.

He could not allow this menace to wreak havoc under his Cerryti Empire!

"You got this, brother, I will definitely help you."

Miss Isatia clenched her fist, her tears mixing with a smile.

"Could you not call me ’brother’..."

Lanci felt a shiver every time he heard it, no matter how many times.

Although Miss Isatia’s girlish charm wasn’t feigned, but...

No buts.

That’s what he thought under Talia’s watchful gaze.

"Um."

Miss Isatia, her index finger lightly touching her lips, seemed hesitant, perhaps worried that Lanci might dislike it.

"Lanci, Miss Isatia wants to call you ’brother,’ is that okay?"

Talia looked at Lanci with a smile while her unseen hand of spiritual power rested over his heart.

"..."

Lanci didn’t move.

What can I say?

"He has no objections."

Talia gave her permission.

"Okay."

Miss Isatia smiled brightly.

"I..."

Lanci’s face went through several expressions.

He felt it was too weird to be called ’brother’ by Miss Isatia.

What if it became a habit?

If Hyperion saw it, Lanci felt he could no longer be around Hyperion.