Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1067 - 768: Lanci’s Return to Small Stone City_3

"Wolf Clan...?"

Talia murmured to herself as if she had discovered a keyword.

She had only recently heard this term in the real world.

"Are you from the Wolf Clan, Siegler?"

She stared at Siegler and asked.

"Yeah, even Rocky didn’t know that I was from the Wolf Clan at first. It was on the seventh day of our journey, when we were nearing the border of the Demon World, that the Count of the Blood Clan intercepted us and discovered that I was a little Wolf Girl, awoo."

Siegler intentionally put on a fearsome face, raised her hands like a man-eating wolf, and replied to Lanci and Talia.

"Ah..."

Talia stared at Siegler for a while before shifting her gaze and pursing her lips.

If only she could bring Siegler back to the real world.

That way, she could save her sister, Isatia.

Hyperion would be overjoyed to know that her favorite Siegler had saved her mother, Isatia, and would cling to this half-sister, unwilling to let go.

Unfortunately, the more Talia thought about it, the more she realized that the only regret from this Shadow World trip was that she couldn’t continue to be with Siegler.

The twenty-one days in the Shadow World would end, and she would part ways with this perfect girl.

"Calila, why do you look a bit down?"

Siegler fixed her gaze on the gray-haired witch and asked her with curiosity.

"It’s all those damned Blood Clan who destroyed the Temple of the Moon Goddess. If it weren’t for them, if it weren’t for them..."

Talia’s hatred grew the more she thought about it.

Her sister would be seriously injured, the Wolf Clan would be extinct in the real world, Siegler would have a painful childhood—all because of the Blood Clan.

"Hey, now is the era of peace; it’s not suitable to say things that disrupt the world’s harmony."

Siegler made a silencing gesture.

But she was still grateful that Calila was always willing to share her hatred for their common enemy.

The nightmares about the Blood Clan had never ceased, but lately, they seemed to have stopped appearing.

According to the current international conventions and situation, on the eve of the fourth anniversary of the peace and reconstruction of Seville, it wasn’t good to speak words that could incite unrest, something she had been informed about earlier in the afternoon at the church.

"It’s okay, you don’t have to have nightmares about the Blood Clan anymore, I’ll protect you. Even if there are any Blood Clan, I’ll make sure they understand their place," Talia said spiritedly, flipping her hair.

She was the strongest.

"Calila, my Demon Race mother!"

Siegler, somewhat in disbelief upon hearing this, joyfully hugged the gray-haired witch.

With a Ninth-order like Calila around, it was indeed too reassuring.

Moreover, Calila’s confidence and tyranny as one of the Strongest from the Demon Race never changed. Even though Siegler now oddly felt that Calila might have become weaker, she still had no doubt that once Calila really got serious, she would be extremely powerful.

"Oh, how can you call me that..."

Talia feigned embarrassment, yet she couldn’t resist Siegler’s adorable approach and, with a blush, raised her hand to touch Siegler’s head.

Hugh had never called her mother for such a long time, yet Siegler had called her that outright in just a short while, making Talia feel that life was very much worth it.

"Speaking of which, have you felt that there’s something different about this city-state..."

Lanci had been observing the streets since a while ago and posed the question softly.

"Must be something."

Talia replied.

This was considered the suburban area of Small Stone City. Even if there were changes, they wouldn’t be easy to spot, especially after twelve years; changes were inevitable.

"Do you mean there’s a sense of dissonance?"

Siegler quickly grasped what Lanci meant.

Normal changes couldn’t be considered dissonance.

Instead, it was the eerie changes that could be described as dissonance.

"Yes, there’s an indescribable sense of dissonance, but I can’t pinpoint exactly how the Small Stone City I see now is different from before."

Lanci agreed.

"Meow..."

Cat Boss poked its head out from the ground and looked around.

The more it heard Lanci say this, the more nervous it became.

Lanci’s powers of observation and intuition were rarely wrong.

Last time, it had also followed Lanci and Siegler to Small Stone City.

But so far, it couldn’t see what had given Lanci this faint sense of dissonance.

After some small talk.

Lanci, Siegler, and Talia waited for the vehicle from the city. A human driver got out of the car to load their luggage into the trunk and began to take them on a tour of the brand-new Small Stone City.

"Driver, to Snow Bear Hotel."

Lanci told the driver.

"No problem."

The human driver replied cheerfully to the three passengers and then started the journey.

Scenes outside the window began to pass by.

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The appearance of the bustling urban district of Small Stone City gradually became clearer under the streetlights.

Talia looked at the buildings in the city-state, most of which were constructed from durable stone and specially treated timber, sturdy in structure and capable of withstanding the assaults of severe cold and blizzards.

She was greatly looking forward to the cuisine of Small Stone City.

To be honest, she had never seen a Shadow World themed on tourism before.

She even got two caring tour guides, one who knew the way and drove and another to keep her warm.

How could there be so many good things in the world.