Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 855 - 694: Lanci Just Wants to Be Killed by Tata

On the plaza of Parriet Tower.

"Let’s go, Tata."

Lanci continued to hold her hand, without letting go, inviting her to accompany him.

"Mhm."

Talia didn’t say anything nor did she resist, simply allowing him to lead her away.

Her emotions were extremely stable.

The inner volcano had finally been suppressed.

If she were Hyperion, she definitely wouldn’t be angry with Lanci at this moment.

I am Hyperion, I am Hyperion.

She kept hypnotizing herself in her mind, finally calming her emotions.

Lanci and Talia walked one after the other through the streets of Parriet, the morning bustle gradually replaced by the city’s vibrant pulse.

Lanci cheerfully held Talia’s hand, his gaze occasionally lingering on her profile.

The two walked leisurely like that, sometimes bursting into laughter, other times falling into brief listening.

The Cat Boss’s petite figure hid behind them, surreptitiously following them.

Even though it felt quite scared.

It was still very curious.

Today, Talia was wearing gloves, and Lanci held her hand quite casually, but the closer the two got, the more Cat Boss feared that Lanci might suddenly understand.

As it darted from wall corners to benches and newsstands like a black shadow, suddenly it noticed two other figures on the opposite side of the street, also covertly following from a distance.

They peeked around, observing every move Lanci and Tata made.

"Look, Aitio, I told you the two of them are a perfect match, made for each other!"

Countess Rosalinda excitedly whispered, a gossip-fueled glint in her eyes.

Both were dressed casually, utterly unrecognizable as an Earl and a Lord from the Demon World.

"It looks like there will be a good show today."

Aitio agreed, her tone suffused with a touch of satisfaction.

Thus, Tata’s two good friends hid in a street corner, now peeking, now whispering, not the slightest aware that they had attracted the sidelong glances of several pedestrians.

"Meow!"

Cat Boss called out from across the street.

The two of them immediately noticed it.

"..."

Talia fell silent once more.

Meanwhile, around another street corner.

"Look at the good atmosphere between them."

Aitio remarked.

"Yes, yes."

Rosalinda nodded,

"Tata is so shy she can’t even speak."

She felt like her girlish heart would melt just watching from a distance.

Cat Boss: "..."

It didn’t know what to say.

It was reminded of a story Lanci once told.

When you see a white goat by the roadside from the car, you can’t assert that it is a white goat because there’s a possibility that on the side you can’t see, it is a black goat.

...

At the edge of the road, Lanci led Talia onto the sidewalk.

"Oh, Tata, why does it feel like you’ve gripped my hand a bit tighter?"

Lanci seemed somewhat puzzled.

Talia took deep breaths, gradually relaxed her hand a bit, but still let Lanci lead her, as if she were a doll-like girl.

Previously, she would have threatened Lanci, saying, "If you dare, keep holding my hand and don’t run."

But today, she was determined to disgust Lanci.

As long as she wasn’t angry, Lanci wouldn’t get his way.

"I, too, can be a little scared."

Talia feigned fragility, moving a bit closer to him,

"Could you hold my hand all day today and not let go?"

Talia looked up at him and spoke in an even-tempered tone.

"..."

Lanci fell into an unusual silence.

Though his expression didn’t change, it seemed like his face was struggling to control a look of discomfort.