Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1053 - 764: Lanci and Siegler’s Another Journey

"This time, the Shadow World is unexpectedly easy, what challenges could there still be?"

Talia asked Lanci in his mind.

She had never seen a Shadow World that felt like it had been conquered from the start.

Previously in Huebelle, Talia had heard that both Lanci and Huebelle had experienced a series of Shadow Worlds from the Blood Moon Bad World, tens of thousands of years ago.

The periodic outcomes of each Shadow World would affect the next one.

In the first three Shadow Worlds, Lanci had achieved results beyond reason.

Although the advantages of each low-order Shadow World weaken considerably compared to the next high-order Shadow World, they invariably have some impact.

"I’m also puzzled."

Lanci simply looked at the objectives of the Shadow World and felt nothing.

In the past, whether it was any Shadow World, even without looking at the objectives, he could discern the situation driving the Challengers to act.

But now, he was in the Throne Hall at the summit of the Holy Polante Theocracy.

Looking at the time limit and the information of the Shadow World.

It felt just like truly enjoying the fruits of victory after achieving Legendary Perfection.

Even in Nanwantina or the Royal Capital Ichrite, there might not be such a palpable sense of security.

A twenty-one-day time limit?

Give him a few more months, and he could conquer the entire world with no problem.

"Maybe it’s a bonus level? After all, I’ve always been lucky, and you made the right choice by bringing me along."

Talia boasted to Lanci.

She might not only have failed to increase the difficulty of the Shadow World, but she may have even helped reduce it.

"Indeed, you are destined for luxury."

Lanci admitted.

"...Are you implying something else?"

Sometimes Talia couldn’t tell if Lanci was being sarcastic.

"Not at all."

Lanci quickly denied.

"Heh, then I’ll comfortably enjoy my luxury, especially since your father agrees that I often go to the Wilfort Family. When I eat up your family fortune, don’t regret it, it was the Goddess of Destiny who guided me to dine at your home."

Talia huffed and simply went along with what Lanci said.

She was already considering what would happen after the end of the Shadow World.

"Goddess of Destiny..."

Lanci’s gaze shifted and gradually turned towards the divine statue in the Throne Hall.

The Goddess’s face was merciful, holding a bright lantern, watching over all living beings.

The long red carpet stretched all the way to the foot of the throne, alongside candle holders where the holy fire quietly burned, illuminating the marble wall murals.

In any era, the deities had never changed, they coexisted with the world itself, making it difficult to doubt their divine power.

Just as Lanci immersed himself in tranquility, a gentle knock came.

"Come in."

Lanci turned his head toward the main door of the Throne Hall and said.

The deep interior of Papal Hall was a space only the Pope could freely enter.

Others who wanted to enter must have the Pope’s permission.

After Lanci finished speaking,

The thick oak door opened, then gently closed, shutting out the noise from outside.

Lanci’s hands casually rested behind his back, his posture unchanged, as he watched the approaching Clergy.

From his attire, he should be a high official from the Holy Tribunal.

He was a Cleric nearing his forties, his face marked with time, but his eyes were vivid.

He was clad in a black robe with a silver scales badge of the Holy Tribunal on his chest.

Strands of hair fell from under his mitre, adding a touch of scholarly elegance.

Previously in the Polante Empire, Lanci had seen him.

During Lanci’s tenure as Prime Minister, this young man was his secretary, his most trusted aide. Even arranging for Siegler to be a coachman and disguise his identity was handled by the secretary. Now, twelve years later, it was no surprise to Lanci that he could enter the deepest part of the Papal Hall, the Throne Hall, to continue assisting him.

"Elm, have you been well lately?"

Lanci didn’t rush to ask what he came for, but instead asked with concern.

"..."

Elm was slightly startled.

He didn’t know why His Holiness the Pope was so proactive in asking him today.

It was much like the days years ago when they were still in the Congressional Building of the Polante Empire.

Then a hint of sadness flashed in Elm’s eyes.

For the Pope to undergo such a change, there was only one possibility.

"My lord, is your time drawing near?"

He asked with a dry voice.

"...Perhaps so."

Lanci hesitated slightly, then admitted.

Elm obviously also knew Lanci’s secret.

In the current Holy Polante Theocracy, people should be utterly unaware that the Pope was a dying man.

According to the hints from the Shadow World, if Lanci had no particular obsessions, he probably had just over twenty days left to live.

Soon, Lanci would fall into heaven, amidst this peaceful dream.

"Well, birth and death are natural laws of life, day turns to night, it’s the same logic, there’s nothing to be sad about."

Lanci smiled, looking at his trusted Cleric Elm.

His view of life and death was just as it was.

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Although here he quoted Miss Witch’s words to Lanci from the last time in the Shadow Weave Record, he unexpectedly agreed with Miss Witch’s thoughts.

"Your Majesty."

Elm bowed in respect, his tone low and solemn,

"Just now at the Holy Tribunal, I received a secret letter, of unknown origin, but the texture of the letter and the magic fluctuations are very special, I believe it was meant for you."

Saying so, Elm took out a dark blue envelope from inside his robe, presenting it with both hands.

"A letter?"

Lanci took the envelope, immediately feeling a strange fluctuation.

He was indeed waiting for a letter.

According to the description of the Shadow World, Calila had sent him a letter.