NOVPUBLanci gazed at Siegler’s petite figure, exhaling a thin mist.
"Go back to the Palante Empire."
He was still as gentle as ever.
Further ahead was not a place for her.
He reached into the inside pocket of his coat and pulled out six completely different badges.
Previously in Small Stone City, Lord Algom gave him a farewell present, a commemorative badge representing friendship as he reluctantly wished Lanci a smooth journey ahead.
Later, he learned that this was the family crest of the Great Lord, signifying that he would always be an ally and honored guest, as each lord of every subsequent city-state had given him one, with the meanings explained to him.
Giving these badges to Siegler should ensure she received plenty of care along the way.
Before he could finish speaking,
"Rocky McCarthy... that little wolf girl has been hit by my tracking magic... The Fourth Ancestor will find her sooner or later... Hehehe..."
The sinister and sporadic laughter of Count Gregory echoed over the snowfield, until it was buried by the snowstorm, yet it lingered like a curse that could not be dissipated,
"If you dare, continue to keep her by your side..."
In any case, as a member of the Blood Clan, he would not die, and two weeks later, Duke Eduado, the Fourth Ancestor, would arrive in the Demon World. By then, he would surely discover the wolf girl and begin the retribution.
This wolf girl was one they of the Blood Clan could not afford to overlook.
One day, she would grow stronger than her father, and with the hatred etched deep in her heart, she would be an unpredictable disaster for the Blood Clan.
"Sir!"
Officer Luka gestured to his subordinates at once to control the Earl’s head and prevent him from further provoking the Great Demon Clan with his madness.
He then looked at the little girl behind Lanci.
Although the relationship between the little girl and the Great Demon Clan seemed not too shabby, in the end, it was just the Great Demon Clan indulging her in a human game.
Duke Eduado, the Fourth Ancestor, was a sage of the Blood Clan, not even the Fallen Queen could contend with. A little girl with nothing of value on her was not worth the Great Demon Clan making an enemy out of such a Ninth-order Blood Clan member for.
"..."
Siegler didn’t respond.
She clutched Lanci’s coat tightly.
She bowed her head and nestled it against Lanci’s back.
It was like her last act of defiance, telling Lanci a silent message.
"Then there’s no helping it."
Lanci exhaled and turned to look at Siegler,
"We might need to make a slight amendment to our contract. Would you join me on a trip to the Demon World?"
Although he had turned into a demon, his verdant pupils were bewitching and ominous, yet deep within those eyes, it seemed to say, I really can’t bear the thought of leaving you behind.
Siegler stared blankly at Lanci, her eyes glistening with tears.
Finally, like a child, she looked up and began to cry loudly.
She hadn’t cried this way since she lost her parents, as if all the grievances, fears, and despair repressed in her heart could now be released.
Her tears streamed down her cheeks nonstop, her crying filled with an inexplicable sense of grievance and indescribable relief—it was gratitude for life going on and a farewell to the horrors she had lived through.
"At your age, it’s okay to cry when you want to. I’ve always thought you acted too mature for your age."
Lanci squatted down and gently patted Siegler’s beret. 𝓃𝓸𝓋𝓅𝓊𝒷.𝓬𝓸𝓂
Siegler’s hand was still clasping his other cuff, as if it were the only anchor of stability in this tumultuous world.
Thinking about how she was just an eleven-year-old child, Lanci felt she had had it too hard, being so sensible that it was heartbreaking.
"You have encountered so much misfortune up to now, and you’ve had to become strong. Even so, you are still being pursued every day, but none of this is your fault,"
Lanci said with a smile.
She gasped for air suddenly, trying to speak and agree, but her chest felt as if it were frozen solid, and she couldn’t get the words out.
"Siegler, you’re just a child, and you have never been at fault from beginning to end,"
Lanci said again, his tone now even more firm.
"Wahhhh..."
In Siegler’s tearful and blurred eyes, the desire to live had reignited, seeking a gentle future.
I don’t know how much time passed, but it seemed she cried herself to exhaustion. Already too tired, she gradually closed her eyes to Lanci’s voice, hugging his neck and falling into sleep.
All Lanci could do was pick her up, looking towards Colonel Luka through the snow.
"I’ll have to trouble Mr. Luka to take me to the Demon World. Also, please don’t reveal my identity. I’m just a Demon Race merchant from outside. As for taking care of border identification, I’ll have to rely on Mr. Luka as well."
On the ground lay a Count of the Blood Clan, who needed porters to transport him to the Demon King’s Castle.
"Of course, it would be my honor to help you,"
The Demon World officer saluted Lanci.
Even without the need for a Great Demon Clan identity, the six emblems of the Beastmen City-States that the Great Demon Clan had just taken out were enough to amaze him. As a merchant of the Demon Race, being able to obtain passes from the Eternal Night Land, Beastman City-state would naturally lead many Demon World chambers of commerce to seek his favor.
...
In the present Northern Continent, Protoss Empire.
The top floor of a high-rise private residence at the center of Herram city-state, even when noon arrived, it appeared that the owner of the house was still sleeping in.
"Mmm... huh..."
The moderately warm air at midday warmed her body, and she moaned as she moved around in her blanket.
Although Sigrid was by no means a lazy person when it came to getting up, recently her dreams had been so vivid that it made it hard to wake.
"Had another strange dream,"
Sigrid said, rubbing her sleepy eyes and yawning, her voice filled with fatigue.
It must be because she missed him so much that she kept dreaming of him.
This time it seemed like a nightmare again, which had made her break out in sweat, but thinking back, there were moments in the dream that no pleasant dream could compare with.
In the dream, she was a child, able to throw tantrums at him without any restraint.
"Let me have a lucid dream, let me have a lucid dream!"
Sigrid poked at her temples, vowing that if she could dream of Lanci as a child again, she would definitely remember something in the dream, even if just for a while, so she could tease Lanci.
She took a moment to engrave this firmly in her memory.
She walked over to the window to open it, and the refreshing noon breeze of Herram gently blew into her bedroom.
The pleasurable sensation made her smile brightly, as she placed her hands on the windowsill and leaned out her upper body.
A landscape that was familiar and dear to her.
The sky was still a gentle orange-yellow, the midday sun bathing Herram in its light, skyscrapers sparkling in the golden glow, and the contours of ancient churches and interdimensional floating roads seemed all the more dazzling.
"What kind of dream will I have tomorrow?"
She did not hesitate to let her cheeks bask in the golden sunlight, murmuring foolishly.
