Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1093 - 778: Blasphemy Lord’s Interest in Lanci

The bronze desk lamp in the Principal’s Office stood quietly on the desk, its soft light dispelling the chill of the deep night outside the windows of Purgatory City.

Blasphemous Lord Melogas sat in front of the principal’s seat, motionless, her slender back straight, with a cup of tea beside her hand.

Her gaze meaningfully fixed on Lanci.

In the seemingly calm Principal’s Office, Lisandra swallowed.

She did not know what the outcome of this quiet staring between the two would be.

She was only certain that she was like a small boat on the sea, that would be utterly crushed and engulfed should a storm arise.

"Miss Lisandra, please help me bring in the luggage."

Lanci seemed to notice Lisandra’s predicament and instructed his secretary.

He stepped aside, pointing with his thumb towards the corridor outside the door.

Although Lisandra did not recognize his new Demon Race appearance, she had recognized him as her former neighbor on Lisi Island.

"Just a moment."

Lisandra, relieved, took the order.

The principal’s words sounded assertive, but they were clearly protective of her.

He realized that he was very afraid of the Blasphemy Lord.

Lisandra ran with her heart pounding until she passed by the principal, and having not been reprimanded by Blasphemous Lord Melogas, she felt somewhat relieved.

At this moment, the attention of the Blasphemy Lord seemed to be all on the new principal, thus she paid less mind to a mere secretary.

"Interesting, it’s the first time in all these years that someone has called me ’miss’."

Blasphemous Lord Melogas’s hand gently grasped the cup on the desk, murmuring unhurriedly.

She also became aware of the identity of the newcomer.

This new principal of the Purgatory Corridor Academy.

Seeing his Phantom Demon Race features, she didn’t even need to think; it must have been someone appointed by Calila before her death.

"She is the current Regent of our Demon World, the Great Demon Clan’s Lady Blasphemy."

Lisandra, carrying the luggage, quickly whispered as she passed by Lanci.

Melogas leaned languidly in the soft armchair, her long legs crossed, her body curves more pronounced under her black robe, as she lifted her tea cup and gently took a sip.

Waiting for the new principal to fall prostrated before her.

The new Phantom Demon Race principal indeed appeared surprised, his lips slightly parted.

"Madam, could you please move a bit?"

Lanci, realizing calling her "miss" might not be quite appropriate given her age, switched to "madam" for a better fit, his voice also grew a bit more solemn.

"..."

Blasphemy Lord was stunned.

Normally,

if someone addressed her this way, inappropriate as it may be, she would have no reaction.

But judging by the shift in attitude of the man at the door, he seemed somewhat death-seeking.

"Really, Lanci, not only are you completing my tasks, but any older female Demon Race won’t escape your attention, huh? Should I actually commend you for being utterly impartial?"

Talia asked him in her mind.

"Master, you should not undervalue yourself; their charm combined doesn’t match a ten-thousandth part of yours."

Lanci answered earnestly.

Only you are most special.

That was his thought.

"You son of a..."

Talia almost cursed.

If it weren’t for the presence of a powerful, incredibly strong General Level Demon Race in front of her, requiring constant vigilance, she really wanted to materialize and pin Lanci to the ground and strike him.

Inside the Principal’s Office,

seeing that Blasphemous Lord Melogas had no response for a long while.

"Madam, could you please move a bit?"

Lanci repeated.

He seemed a bit worried, concerned that Blasphemy Lord might be reaching an age of hard hearing, so he added an extra tone of concern.

"...Ha."

Blasphemy Lord put down the water cup and shook her head.

She was already laughing with anger.

Because she could not imagine the intense pleasure she would enjoy from capturing this man and torturing him later.

"Fine, this seat is yours."

Melogas coldly hooked up the corner of her mouth, her tone gentle yet terrifying, her gaze icy sharp as she looked at him, utterly devoid of warmth.

This new Phantom Demon Race principal seemed like someone from the countryside or a Demon Race from outside the Demon World, unknowing of the current affairs of the Demon World.

Probably Calila’s kin.

Thinking of that Calila, Blasphemy Lord felt a hint of rage burning within her.

But Melogas did not completely move aside.

She moved to sit on one side of the armchair, her scorpion tail raised high on the back of the chair, that cold mocking gaze asking the new principal, I let you sit, do you dare to sit?

"Thank you."

Lanci walked over and sat down comfortably.

As if he did not see the Blasphemy Lord beside the armrest.

He always respected the elderly and cared for the young; this scorpion-tailed lady had some difficulties in maneuvering her legs, and she also wanted to lean on his principal’s seat, he had no objections.

"..."

Blasphemy Lord closely observed the face of this Phantom Demon Race.

She always felt that underneath his unperturbed exterior, he was thinking some very disrespectful thoughts.

"Are you truly not afraid of me?"

Blasphemy Lord’s scorpion tail swayed, drawing circles towards the direction of Lanci’s neck, its tip as if ready to pierce into his spine and absorb his marrow for her nourishment.

"Why should I be afraid of you?"

Facing this mortal threat, Lanci stood unflinchingly, even unaffected by the imposed superiority.

"..."

Blasphemy Lord gazed at him from the side, looking into his calm and clear emerald pupils.

In her view, her murderous intent was a form of love.

Cruelty and torture, too similar to love, no one can control whom they would fall in love with or foresee whom they might kill.

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Yet this man did not show rejection or fear towards her murderous intent.

She was meeting for the first time a creature who seemed to have accepted hr murderous intent.