Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1057 - 764: Lanci and Siegler’s Another Journey_5

Spiritual Magic inclined towards illusion often causes mental strain that can easily trigger a fever and temporary delirium.

"There really isn’t an issue, a mere Ninth-order negative mental state is nothing but fizzy water to me."

Lanci hastily leaned back, resting against the throne as if dodging Talia.

"Really now?"

Talia drew out her words, hands on hips as she sized him up.

Seeing Lanci so lively, it seemed he really was fine.

But Lanci appeared to look down on mental magic.

She didn’t believe her spiritual magic couldn’t control Lanci.

"Pfft."

Caught off guard by Talia’s sudden closeness, Lanci was amused by her inner voice.

Sometimes Talia possessed an inexplicable confidence and sense of humor.

"..."

Talia’s brows furrowed slightly,

"What if I used a charm spell on you like my sister does, would you be unaffected?"

She said, placing a hand under her chin, blowing Lanci a kiss.

Isatia had told her this would certainly be effective.

"..."

Lanci felt a sudden chill, controlled for a second.

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He became uncomfortable all over.

"You win,"

he admitted.

Talia’s spiritual magic was still effective.

The brief moment of levity invigorated him.

Lanci gripped the letter in his hand tighter, as if there was more to it.

He flipped to the third page.

As the last of the Calila characters was deciphered, the enigmatic letter suddenly rose from Lanci’s hand, transforming into specks of starlight.

Blue magic power, like trickling streams, slowly encircled his wrist, bringing an odd warmth that briefly dispelled the chill around him.

Moments later, the magic power gradually dissipated, blending into the solemn atmosphere of the Throne Hall.

The paper ashed mid-air into silvery dust, fluttering onto the red carpet like the first snowfall.

Indeed, at the end of the letter, there was an invitation.

It read—

[Purgatory Pasqual Corridor Principal Appointment Letter]

"Purgatory Corridor Academy?"

Lanci picked it up, examining this long-awaited reunion through the Throne Hall’s light.

"At the story’s end, must I return to the beginning once more?"

he murmured.

"Corridor, corridor, don’t you feel, from the moment you first stepped into Purgatory Corridor Academy, it was destined you’d return there one day?"

Talia crossed her arms, leaning against the Papal throne, speaking to him.

Calila mentioned in the letter’s conclusion that she had prepared a gift for Lord Unknown.

Thus, this invitation likely meant Calila left some unspeakable treasure inside the school at Purgatory City Pasqual.

"Can you guess what Calila might have left?"

Lanci turned to look at Talia beside him.

As a bona fide member of the Demon Race, Talia would have a deeper understanding of demonic secrets and legacies.

"I’ve always been interested in that school."

Seeing Lanci sincerely seeking knowledge, Talia didn’t take issue with his phrasing and began to explain,

"In Demon World, all designs related to corridors, inversion, and infinity are associated with Inverted Lord, Tiberius."

She understood from the first sighting of Lanci heading to Ancient Demon Realm Academy on Ichrite Academy’s screen that this school followed one of their most classical and ancient Demon Race artistic styles.

"..."

Lanci nodded, understanding Talia’s explanation.

The architecture of Purgatory Corridor, a mysterious structure, was inexplicable even in the current era of the Demon World, not excluding the possibility that it was indeed crafted by the master artisan Tiberius from tens or hundreds of thousands of years prior in Demon World.

That’s why Herram Prison’s minus-sixth floor’s Great Demon Clan trial, The Suspended Road of Reincarnation, shared the corridor style of Purgatory Corridor Academy.

While Lanci reflected, Talia stared at him.

"It seems you’ve acquired another status."

She reminded.

This status was unexpectedly easy to identify.

Talia discerned it instantly.

[The Last Gentle Town]

[Category: Buff State]

[Grade: Epic]

[Attribute: Illusion]

[Rank: 9]

[The protection granted to you by Calila.]

She shared this information with Lanci through their connected consciousness.

"..."

Lanci sat for a while, gathered himself, and rose, making a victory gesture somewhat unbecoming of the Pope’s stature.

"Alright, it’s time to work hard!"

He headed to the Communication Magic Device and activated the Summoning Crystal.

This trip to Demon World seemed essential now; only by returning could many things be understood, and following these directions, Huebelle might well be in Demon World at this moment.

Now was like then.

Since he must visit Demon World again, and considering that this supposed December was harsher than the last summer, the Land of Perpetual Night would only be more dangerous.

He would need to find that person again.

Not long after,

Grand Justice Elm once again knocked on the door of the Papal Hall and entered upon the Pope’s permission.

"Your Holiness, you summoned me?"

The Grand Justice bowed, his tone humble.

"I need to find Siegler,"

Lanci spoke concisely.

Siegler, having been raised by the Holy Spirit Lante Church’s orphanage, was essentially one of the Church’s own.

Elm should know her whereabouts; he was the one who, twelve years prior, as Secretary Elm, helped Prime Minister Wilford find this adept coachman, who was quite familiar with the routes of the Land of Perpetual Night.

"..."

Elm appeared surprised as if he hadn’t expected the Pope to suddenly seek out Siegler; he then relaxed, showing a hint of nostalgia,

"Sister Siegler, after you brought her back, has always been at the orphanage on the outskirts of Helshalem City. It’s been a long time since you last visited her."