Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1086 - 775: The Black Sun Lanci Saw_3

Until he killed them all, or they came to kill him.

He would never stop.

"Never forgive, never release."

"Brethren have awoken, we cannot sleep!"

The man’s lips moved almost silently, like the whisper of a wraith or an edict from a tyrant.

With those notes falling, his silhouette once again blended into the pitch-black, holding his Black Mist Skeleton Scepter, he stepped forward alone.

Lanci jolted awake from his doze.

Glancing at the clock, he realized he had accidentally fallen asleep for about ten minutes.

"You’re awake?"

Siegler leaned lazily on the couch, her gaze drifting through the window grille to the snowflakes dancing outside.

Noticing Lanci’s awakening, she lowered her head to watch him.

Lanci’s eyes widened as he realized he was lying on Siegler’s lap, and she was gently stroking his forehead.

"!"

Lanci immediately sat up, creating some distance between himself and Siegler.

Where his eyes landed was no longer the dim and dark of his dreams.

Pure white snowflakes danced in the air, light and elegant, quickly blanketing the entire city-state in a pure white glow.

The weak sunlight poured through the window screen on the wooden table, laying a thin layer of white silk upon it.

The sky had quietly changed.

The shortest day in Little Night City had arrived.

Only for these few minutes at noon would there be a hint of sunlight.

Lanci stared vacantly out the window.

"What’s wrong, had a bad dream?"

Siegler, not minding Lanci’s evasive attitude, asked with concern.

"Perhaps."

Lanci covered his forehead, unsure whether he was shaking or nodding.

Recalling the dream, it always appeared in the third person.

But on closer thought, in the dream, he should have been in the first person.

He didn’t know whether it was a fleeting dream or if the negative state of the Shadow World had triggered again.

"..."

Siegler looked at him for a while, not overly worried, but simply leaned back loosely against the couch and murmured with closed eyes,

"Now, as the Saint Polante Pope, the authority you hold is enough to leverage the entire Seville Continent; every decision you make could determine the fate of millions of creatures."

She spoke as if she could understand all of Lanci’s thoughts, even guessing at his dreams.

Beyond Little Night City, the last bastion of the Land of Perpetual Night, lay the final destination: the Demon World.

She knew that moving forward would deepen Lanci’s understanding of the Black Sun even more.

Perhaps the Demon World would be the final resting ground for the secrets of the Black Sun.

If the Demon World was no longer the one he knew, what kind of expression would he show on this journey?

Like Little Night City.

Revisiting familiar places isn’t frightening, whether they are recognized or strange.

The fear comes when it’s both familiar and strange; it’s off-putting yet one must accept the injustice, unable to argue or share with others, without a means to express it.

But they must go; fleeing is never the solution, moving forward is the only correct answer.

"Regardless, brace yourself, let’s go to the Demon World!"

Siegler cheered Lanci on.

"Thank you, but this journey may be tough."

Lanci turned to look at her and thanked her again.

With Siegler by his side to cheer him on, he always felt like there was nothing too difficult ahead.

"I’m with you."

That was all Siegler said.

In her own dreams, she had seen herself as Siegler staying in the Demon World; she knew well the upheaval there today.

This will certainly raise Lanci’s understanding of the Black Sun another notch.

But it’s okay.

She would be there with Lanci to understand together.

Siegler stood up, walked behind Lanci’s couch, and gently lifted her hands to cover his eyes.

"I believe you will come up with a solution, to achieve a world that we’ve longed for, that is relatively perfect," she whispered softly.

As if wanting to pass on some warmth to him, and to let him hear her heart.

Always thinking, adept at distinguishing right from wrong or the boundary in between, he could transcend the surface of things, standing in a world only he could see.

In the process of surveying the world.

What, precisely, was reflected in the depth of his eyes.

Siegler slowly moved her hands away and drew them back.

Her eyes, a clear emerald green, still held clarity, filled with thought and compassion.

Siegler believed that he would ultimately find the answer.

"..."

Lanci gazed toward the south.

As if he was looking far, far away.

Perhaps at the Lante Theocracy, or maybe the sea that divides the southern and northern territories, or perhaps the Huo Ning Empire across the sea.

"Is the enemy on the other side of the sea?"

He murmured to himself.

He didn’t know, but he would witness it with his own eyes.

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