NOVPUBTalia’s eyes grew half a shade more complex.
"It’s a pity that she feels somewhat close to me, but not much, and I don’t understand why," Aitio continued.
At that point, Talia suddenly let out a sigh of relief and began to eat her dessert again.
Indeed, she was the ideal mother for Hyperion.
Lanci seemed to have known the answer from the start and didn’t offer Talia any comfort, but instead looked on with a tinge of regret, gazing at the crystal-clear Aitio of the Demon Race.
He knew the answer.
But he couldn’t tell her.
Because to become the mother of Hyperion’s heart, one must meet three strict conditions, and Aitio only met two of them.
"..."
Talia’s hand trembled slightly, embarrassed to begin in front of the two of them.
That damn Lanci hadn’t said a single offensive word, but just one look from him was nearly enough to offend her completely!
Suppressing her anger, Talia could only try to think positively.
Regardless of how Lanci saw it, Hyperion still favored her, which only went to show that Hyperion had better taste than Lanci.
Immediately afterward,
Talia couldn’t help but glance at Countess Rosalinda and then at Aitio.
Although the thought might be deemed impolite, she couldn’t shake the feeling that Rosalinda and Aitio shared a sense of defeat.
Perhaps they had just been holding a criticism meeting over Isatia.
"You may have misunderstood, I have no such feelings for Migaya and Isatia, they are purely my teachers and friends, I just wanted to take care of their child," Aitio suddenly said.
This surprised both Lanci and Talia.
"Can you tell what the two of us are thinking?" Talia asked hesitantly after a moment.
She read truth in Aitio’s words; Aitio indeed had no special feelings for the Migayas.
"Migaya and Isatia would always communicate with that kind of eye contact when they were around each other; after watching them for so long, I could guess," Aitio explained.
The mere mention seemed as if an unseen blow had struck Countess Rosalinda beside them; she could only lift her wineglass, the bitter drink flowing down her throat, her heart aching.
Neither Lanci nor Talia knew what to say.
On one hand, it was embarrassing that their little schemes had been seen through; on the other hand, they had unintentionally hurt Countess Rosalinda.
It turned out there was only one true loser.
This was the most cruel reality.
"Are you two thinking about something very impolite?" Rosalinda could feel that in that moment, Lanci and Tata’s eyes were eerily in sync.
Whenever these two communicated with looks and small gestures, they treated everyone else as if they were blind, when in reality it was very obvious, right?
"No, no," both of them shook their heads.
Despite their encrypted communication, how could they always be found out?
"By the way, do you have any information about Isatia? We have always wanted to help Hyperion find his mother," Lanci asked, as if suddenly remembering the main point, turning to Aitio and Rosalinda.
He had thought before about making contacts in the Poseen Kingdom with those who were familiar with Migaya and Isatia, maybe that would uncover some clues unavailable in Hutton.
Since the others knew that he and Tata were friends of Hyperion, they wouldn’t find such a question odd.
"..."
Rosalinda pursed her lips and shook her head, her dealings more often with Migaya.
Every time she saw Isatia, Rosalinda’s impulse was to hold back tears and run away.
For her, it was a success if she could witness them kissing without threads of saliva connecting them.
Her eyes were becoming redder now.
"Uh..."
But upon hearing the words, Aitio suddenly opened her lips slightly and straightened up.
She seemed to have thought of something.
"Miss Aitio, do you know something?" Talia asked with even more concern than Lanci, her gaze fixed on Aitio.
"Isatia... she once told me that she wanted to search the ruins of the Cerryti Empire for an ancient potential-enhancing elixir," Aitio murmured, "That elixir supposedly shortens lifespan to boost potential, and the shortening of lifespan is proportional, so if the Demon Race used it in the proper amounts, they’d become akin to humans. I guess she wanted to grow old with Migaya, unable to bear watching him age alone..."
Continuing, Aitio seemed to have remembered something.
"Why didn’t she go when she told you about it?" Lanci asked, puzzled.
"Because Isatia was a procrastinator; even if she had an idea, she wouldn’t necessarily act on it right away," or maybe Migaya’s care for Isatia had made it completely impossible for her to leave.
Isatia had vanished into thin air after a fight with Migaya.
Now that Aitio recalled, she felt that according to Isatia’s character, it was possible that she left Migaya to pursue that purpose.
"..."
Lanci slowly turned to look at Talia.
Your Demon Race really is quite bizarre.
The departure of Isatia more than a decade ago was very likely a runaway case.
One should really avoid casually marrying a Pureblood Demon Race.
Take a demon for a wife, and live a bachelor’s life.
Talia overheard Lanci’s thoughts and scoffed.
You wish you had the chance to marry.
Apart from showing Lanci a bit of tenderness from time to time, with Xiu Bao always accommodating him, no other girl would stand this guy.
He’s doomed to be unmarried.
"But in comparison to the life span of the Demon Race, isn’t a human life extremely short? Is it really worth it for her to spend over a decade looking for that medicine?" Lanci looked back at Aitio and asked again.
These years, whether for Migaya or for Hyperion, were irreplaceable, lengthy gaps of time.
He could understand Isatia’s sentiment, but not being a Long-lived Species nor Isatia himself, he hadn’t lived Isatia’s life; he could not fully fathom her feelings at the time.
