NOVPUBA series of red-brick buildings basked in the golden orange sunset of five o’clock, their majestic and solemn stature silently telling the ancient history of Ichrite.
When the sun’s most dazzling rays penetrated the dense foliage, they sprayed a layer of twilight gold patterns on the stone exterior walls of the Sage Academy Dormitory Building.
In such a corridor beside a dimly lit hall, Lanci found his dormitory.
"When we get home later, hurry up and let me out."
A familiar voice suddenly echoed in his mind.
"How can you still talk to me?"
Lanci replied in astonishment with a mental thought.
"The Poet of Great Love should be able to do so usually."
Talia felt as if she was half-sealed in Lanci’s Soul Space.
Lanci quickly opened the door to his dormitory, and after a crisp unlocking sound, the thick door and the Barrier behind it both swung open; then he entered and locked the door.
"It’s true, but I usually seal her up."
Lanci didn’t understand at all and questioned her in his mind.
Although the Poet of Great Love could summon herself, the precondition was that Lanci gave her freedom.
It seemed like Talia didn’t need Lanci’s permission at all; she had the authority herself.
"I’m stronger than you, what makes you think you can seal me?"
Talia retorted reasonably.
"..."
Lanci felt that the sister card’s side effects were indeed too strong.
The Poet of Great Love should at least be reasonable, but Talia was downright lawless.
Sure enough, powerful cards always came with corresponding risks.
Suddenly, with a diffusion of fragrance, a figure like a Celestial Spirit amongst flowers condensed from the magic near Lanci and appeared not far from him.
"Do you really take me for a sister card?"
Talia asked coldly.
She always heard Lanci and the Poet of Great Love refer to attractive summons in this way, but in fact, she hated the term sister card and didn’t like Lanci having more sister cards.
"But you really are beautiful."
Lanci responded.
"..."
Talia pondered for a moment.
Lanci indeed truly found her beautiful, and she had confirmed this many times.
Even at the Gold Bee Amusement Park, when describing his opinion of her, the foremost was her beauty.
"Take a seat. List the daily necessities you need, and I will go buy them for you."
Lanci carried Talia’s suitcase past the coat stand at the entryway and into the most spacious living room of the dormitory, drew the curtains, and turned on the lights.
The cushions and blankets on the sofa exuded warm colors, while the retro floor lamp stood quietly by.
Inside, the afterglow gently fell on the various brown wooden furniture through the gaps in the curtains, making the entire space extraordinarily cozy.
Lanci placed her suitcase on the cabinet and began to exchange urgently needed Magic Cards with the Cat Boss while sitting on the sofa.
In non-combat states, Purple Rarity or lower Magic Cards could be freely soul bound and soul unbound, then exchanged with others.
"..."
Talia surveyed Lanci’s home and sat down on the other side of the sofa.
She happened to have come here once when she delivered Hyperion to school.
It was at that time that she happened to encounter Lanci playing with the Wardrobe Magic Card for the Poet of Great Love.
"These two cards are for you. Now that you have the attribute of the Poet of Great Love, you should be able to use them now,"
Lanci said, taking out two purple transparent Spell Cards that he had unbound.
Talia looked at the [Poet of Great Love Transformation: Human] and [Poet of Great Love Transformation: Dragon Demon] cards Lanci handed her.
[Poet of Great Love Transformation: Human]
[Category: Magic Card]
[Grade: Purple Rarity]
[Tier: 4]
[Effect: Only for the use of the Poet of Great Love, allows changing race to human and altering clothing without changing one’s own facial features, significantly increases one’s own affinity temperament, cooldown time 24 hours.]
[Note: In a world without pain, cease the endless noise, in the gentle cage, let me satisfy you.]
She hesitantly used the [Poet of Great Love Transformation: Human] card.
The moment the Spell Card was activated, her figure transformed into a fresh and ethereal black-haired girl, her green eyes shimmering with a lively clear light, her dress elegant and light, stepping on quaint black leather shoes.
"It seems not bad,"
Talia muttered to herself.
She stood up to look in the mirror.
The last time she saw Lanci making wardrobes with magic for the Poet of Great Love, her heart was filled with disgust, but now that she could use it, she thought the card was a nice invention.
"Make more cards like this in the future."
She lifted her skirt, turned around in front of the mirror to check the back, and gave her approval.
"Didn’t you say these skin cards were the most useless products?"
Lanci asked, puzzled.
Now Talia was completely in the state of trying on clothes at a department store!
"This is called version issues, some useless old magic cards might become super mainstream due to changes in the era and environment,"
Talia earnestly taught Lanci, never forgetting her duty as Lanci’s Magic Card mentor.
"You want to be super mainstream too, don’t you..."
Lanci felt she was completely talking about herself.
"What?"
Talia focused her attention.
"Nothing."
Lanci shook his head vigorously.
After exchanging Magic Cards, he rose from the sofa and quickly went into the workshop.
The living area of the dormitory was connected to the workshop on one side.
"Then you can transform into a human form tomorrow, change into these clothes, and come to school with me,"
Not long after, Lanci took a set of neatly ironed clothes out of the workshop’s wardrobe and handed them to Talia.
"No problem, I’ll try them on to see if they fit."
Talia took the clothes and went to the workshop.
She was now all eager to change into new clothes.
...
It wasn’t until much later that
Talia reopened the door.
She seemed to struggle with whether or not to open it.
Her cheeks were red, she bent her knees slightly and desperately tugged at her skirt.
Talia stepped out of the workshop with stiff steps, wearing a fitted black shirt with a tie and bow at the collar, a cream jacket adorned with the golden crest of the Hutton Kingdom and the Magic Engineering College emblem pattern, her relatively short skirt failing to conceal her snow-pure, alabaster skin.
"Lanci... can you explain why this skirt is so short?"
She tried to look up, gazing at Lanci as she asked.
"Pfft."
Lanci immediately covered his mouth, trying desperately to control his shaking shoulders.
He was in too much pain, feeling like his clenched teeth couldn’t hold back his expression.
Despite having anticipated it,
he hadn’t expected that actually seeing it would be so funny.
"..."
Talia, with a full head of black lines, looked at him incredulously, as a killing aura gradually condensed in the living room.
She slowly approached Lanci.
"No, no, no! I did warn Lan Fu not to change it to a short skirt per the standard, she changed it on her own!"
Feeling a chill at the top of his skull, Lanci explained loudly to her.
"..."
Talia halted her steps.
It was the truth indeed.
It wasn’t that Lanci wanted to see her legs and deliberately had her skirt made so short.
"But why did you laugh then?"
Talia started to close in on Lanci again, asking, the murderous vibe not dissipating one bit.
"There’s a kind of indescribable cuteness,"
Lanci tried to defend himself.
He didn’t fool Talia at all!
He desperately moved around on the sofa, getting a bit farther from Talia.
"Cute?"
Talia paused, perplexed.
That’s not right.
According to the normal human definition, shouldn’t it be "sexy"? Why "cute"?
"Meow."
Even the Cat Boss understood what Lanci meant now.
An 800-year-old Master in a short skirt, appearing before him in a youthful and pretty outfit, was indeed best described as "cute."
"Wait, you come back here!"
Talia finally figured it out and yelled at Lanci.
Because at this point, Lanci had already started running away as fast as he could.
The two ran around the coffee table, one chasing the other, turning Lanci’s dormitory into a cacophony of chaos. 𝓷ℴ𝓋𝓅𝓊𝒷.𝒸𝓸𝓶
"Such vitality."
The Cat Boss sat on the ground, shaking his head and sighing.
It seemed that there would be no peace in this house from now on.
