NOVPUB"Oh, there’s a little cat too."
Talia noticed the Cat Boss poking its head out from Lanci’s shadow.
But for some reason, the little black cat seemed to be scared.
"Duchess, meow."
The Cat Boss greeted Talia.
As a commoner from Ichrite, the Duchess should have been a distant figure, but now she was finally encountered by Lanci in the Cerryti Empire.
Before the Cat Boss could complete its feline courtesy, Talia picked it up.
"A Fifth-order Elf Cat, that’s amazing, it’s really adorable."
Holding the little black cat, Talia excitedly asked Lanci and Talia.
This race was too weak and basically had little ability to survive; it was usually good enough if they reached the second or third order.
"..."
The Cat Boss stopped talking. 𝔫𝖔𝖛𝖕𝔲𝔟.𝔠𝖔𝖒
"It’s my landlord in Ichrite, Hyperion also lives in its shop..."
Talia hesitatingly pointed at the Cat Boss, telling Talia.
As the first friend she had made upon arriving in Capital City Ekrite, Talia still respected the Cat Boss.
"Huh, are you also a fellow villager?"
Talia asked the little black cat while holding it in her hands.
But it seemed like the Cat Boss felt wronged, hanging its head without responding.
"Wait, Talia, how did you become a person from Ichrite?"
Talia interrupted.
She always felt there was something problematic about Talia calling the Cat Boss a fellow villager.
What about your Demon Race heritage? The glory of being a Princess of Demon Clan?
"No, sister..."
Lanci stared at Talia speechlessly, his words stifled before he could voice them, only for Talia to cover his mouth.
"I’ve already married Migaya, so my household registration is in Ichrite, which means I am certainly a person from Ichrite, and also I am Talia Alansar, the Duchess, which is much better than living under a bridge in a small quilt when I first arrived at the Hutton Kingdom as a princess of the Demon Race."
Talia answered naturally.
"I..."
Old memories surfaced in Talia’s heart, making her feel somewhat bitter.
"By the way, sister, what has your century been like?"
Talia eagerly asked.
She couldn’t wait to hear her sister’s stories about the past century.
In her imagination, the glamorous and elegant Princess of Demon Clan must have maintained her grace and composure, traveling the world on a journey of her own.
"This..."
Talia’s palms began to sweat, but she continued to cover Lanci’s mouth, determined not to let him speak.
"Mmmph!"
Lanci struggled forcefully but couldn’t escape Talia’s iron grip.
Talia laughed lightly from the side.
She had never seen such a lively sister.
"By the way, why is Landry... the professor, from Ichrite?"
Talia looked puzzledly at her sister as she asked.
She had Barton bring the recently renowned Professor of Magical Engineering Landry Washington from the Capital of South Crayney, who was also a bona fide Cretian Empire person.
However, listening to her sister’s conversation with him, she noted that he seems to be actually from Ichrite too and has a close relationship with her sister.
Seeing Talia about to ask about Lanci, Talia cautiously loosened his mouth.
She withdrew her hand while signaling with her eyes for Lanci not to say anything improper.
"Keep it short."
Talia reminded.
She feared Lanci would say even one word too much.
"At the time, I was in the same train compartment as Professor Landry when he was attacked, and I disguised myself as him."
Lanci said begrudgingly, keeping it short as Talia had asked.
Talia looked somewhat confused.
Just that simple?
"You could at least start with the fact that we’re spies from Poseen Kingdom looking to infiltrate the Cerryti Empire, otherwise how would my sister understand? Start from the beginning."
Talia said somewhat vexedly.
She felt Lanci was being somewhat defiant; if asked to say less, he would really speak in riddles. It had been the same when they worked on Card Making together, and it took her a lot of effort to train him.
"..."
Lanci silently watched Talia for a while.
"The window pane was adorned with thin leaves nearly transparent, allowing the morning sunlight to gently and warmly filter into the room, filling it with a refreshing scent of wood, and a cool breeze from the courtyard gently caressed my body, making me feel a chill, and my eyes involuntarily opened..."
Lanci began narrating leisurely.
"I didn’t ask you to start from episode one!"
Talia’s blood pressure rose.
Once Lanci began, she knew he was definitely going to start with his story from Nanwantina.
If it weren’t for her sister being present, she would have pressed Lanci to the ground to make him recognize his place!
"It was you who told me to start from the beginning."
Lanci defended himself robustly.
"Lanci! Don’t get smart with me!"
Talia pinched Lanci’s cheek and scolded him angrily.
"Are they always like this?"
Talia turned to the little black cat, watching her sister and Lanci bicker.
Sister Talia had never interacted with a man like this before, always appearing aloof, but being able to relate to a man like chummy friends was undoubtedly because she had changed for him.
It seemed that as long as she was with this man, sister would be very happy every day.
"Pretty much, meow."
The Cat Boss felt that since after the Poseen Kingdom, Lanci and Tata hadn’t stopped making a fuss.
They were thoroughly familiar with each other or had opened their hearts to one another.
