NOVPUBIn another small dish, strawberries were cut into tiny pieces, their translucent flesh still dewy, exuding a natural fragrance.
She swallowed, then looked again at the two of them.
"Do you two know what I should do? I really don’t know how to deal with him anymore, and the people around me, like Hyperion, just indulge him more."
Talia sought help from these two friends.
"..."
Rosalinda and Aitio exchanged a glance.
Do you two really not have a good relationship?
And even if you ask us this kind of question, we can’t provide an answer.
Aitio had never been in a relationship.
Rosalinda was even more of a love loser.
But.
Since Talia had turned to them for help.
They would naturally do their best to help her.
"So Talia, whose opinion would you prefer to hear?"
Aitio asked.
She was worried that she had inadvertently become a bad strategist today.
"..."
Talia looked toward Rosalinda, perhaps feeling that Rosalinda was a mature and intelligent older sister.
Rosalinda then looked toward Aitio, actually feeling that Aitio was the more experienced elder woman of the Demon Race.
Aitio was on pins and needles, Talia was the sister of Isatia’s sister, she was definitely the younger one, and without any experience, how could she guide her sister.
The reception hall fell silent for several dozen seconds.
"Remember, the Cat Boss told you that Lanci could only be obsessed with you, someone who might kill him, and if you were gentler to him, he would lose interest in bothering you..."
Aitio suddenly recalled something.
"I’ve tried, but it’s really difficult."
Talia’s hand, holding a cookie about to be eaten, paused as she shook her head.
Actually, she had tried a few days ago, but still couldn’t help taking action when it was time to act.
"I think the Cat Boss has a good point, you just need to make up your mind."
Aitio looked at Talia, encouraging her firmly, 𝖓𝔬𝖛𝔭𝔲𝖇.𝔠𝔬𝖒
"Just be gentler than Hyperion for the whole day today, accompany him on a date, and let him fully understand that bothering you is pointless."
"But... but this kind of thing..."
Talia averted her gaze, her voice growing softer.
Just imagining herself treating Lanci that way made her feel uncomfortable all over, almost wanting to crawl under the couch.
"Talia, life offers only a few chances to fight; if not now, then when!"
Aitio encouraged.
Based on her understanding of romantic comedies, this might actually bring the two of them together.
It could lead them to slowly realize each other’s feelings during the date, at least bringing them closer.
"Right, Talia, go for it with no regrets!"
Rosalinda also clenched her fist, encouraging Talia excitedly.
Suddenly, the other two fell silent again, both looking at Rosalinda.
"..."
"Why are you two looking at me like that?"
Rosalinda felt that the looks from the other two were like torture, asking her, "Do you really have the right to say that?"
Everyone knows that there’s always a reason behind a love loser’s losses.
The silence made Rosalinda more tormented.
"I got outplayed..."
Rosalinda started to tear up again.
She always thought she was a sure winner because, although many women liked Migaya, she was the only one who could truly be his friend; then, unexpectedly, Isatia appeared.
She put down her tea cup, ran to the liquor cabinet, and started chugging.
Aitio sighed.
Thankfully.
Talia didn’t have the aura of a love loser; she had a focused aura of wanting nothing but to eat.
After all, Talia was confident and fearless; in her view, she had only Xiu Bao as a competitor, and she might not even consider Xiu Bao a rival, so there was no possibility of being outplayed.
"Talia, go ask him out now, today is an unexpectedly flirtatious day, put your whole heart into accommodating him, let him feel your gentleness, it’s the best way to play tricks on him, and absolutely don’t let him discover your intentions."
Aitio looked at Talia, speaking earnestly.
Aitio and Rosalinda exchanged glances; they would hide behind and watch during Talia’s date today.
Perhaps they would witness a wonderful comedy.
Rosalinda nodded as well.
"Talia, contact him, go for it."
She handed the Communication Magic Card to Talia.
"..."
Talia, seeing Aitio and Rosalinda both encouraging her,
"I understand."
Her expression was especially pained, but after struggling mentally, she decided she wouldn’t lose to Lanci!
...
Time went back to the present.
Talia looked at Lanci.
She felt Lanci had been absentminded all day.
It was as if he had woken up but was not fully awake, she teased him in the morning, telling him it was Wednesday, and he actually went to work, not realizing it was a holiday.
She waited for a long time.
Lanci’s brain slowly rebooted from a brief shutdown.
"So that’s it..."
Lanci blinked, seeming to finally understand the situation, and murmured to himself.
"So, what’s your answer?"
Talia gave him a patient and kind expression.
"Of course, I’d be happy that you invited me."
Lanci took a step forward, took Talia’s gloved fingers, and bowed slightly toward her,
"And I’m really curious what it’s like to date a Princess of Demon Clan that has been maturing for eight hundred years."
He looked at Talia with a hint of skepticism in his eyes and promised.
"...Then brace yourself."
Talia’s forehead veins throbbed, but she still tried to maintain her constant smile, proudly nodding her head.
Very good.
Lanci had fallen for it.
Today, she would definitely play Lanci for a fool!
"But Tata, I didn’t expect you to specifically change into a nice outfit..."
Lanci looked at Talia’s figure and talked to himself.
"It’s beautiful, isn’t it? This is the royal attire from Poseen Kingdom; Rosalinda gave it to me to celebrate my passing the Platinum Level Card Maker exam, so she gifted me this new outfit."
Talia was suddenly thrilled, grabbed the left and right waist of her dress, spun around, and let Lanci take a good look at her new outfit for the day.
The unique style of Floral City Pariel’s nobility gowns had abandoned complicated colors over the last century and gradually moved toward being simple and elegant. The colors were subtle and changed many details on the luxurious basis, such as lace, pearl decorations, and layered frills, making it more dreamy and girlish.
"Uhuh."
Lanci raised his hand, fist covering his mouth, politely chuckling.
"..."
Talia maintained a smile on the surface.
But inside, she was constantly telling herself—
Hold back, no matter what, you can’t hit him today.
She felt that just by Lanci’s laugh, without a single word, she understood everything.
That damned implication.
Because their consciousness was always connected, she could constantly read Lanci’s thoughts.
To prevent her from noticing too much, Lanci might really have held it in badly over the past month.
Now after being set free, this guy had gotten even worse.
"Do you think this outfit doesn’t suit me? I can go change into another one."
Talia moved a bit closer, pretending to have the soft demeanor that Hyperion usually exhibited, and casually asked him.
Hehehehe.
At this moment, Lanci would certainly hope for her to blow up.
By doing just the opposite, Lanci would experience a psychological gap.
"No, you misunderstood me."
Lanci shook his head,
"You really look good in anything, Tata. It’s because of you that this outfit looks good."
He shifted his gaze from Talia’s figure to her stunning face, stared into her eyes, and moved half a step closer to her.
"Eh?"
Talia was momentarily unsure.
As Lanci approached, her heartbeat accelerated again until it echoed in her ears; eventually, she closed her eyes.
She didn’t understand what this feeling was, this thing that had troubled her for days!
Could it be...
Could it be...?!
"This richness, this charm, truly no woman can compared to you, I kind of understand Hyperion now."
Lanci whispered in Talia’s ear, praising her, and couldn’t help but softly sniff her, as if savoring her scent.
Talia: "..."
Suddenly the temperature around them dropped.
Cat Boss, its fur bristling, jumped out from Lanci’s shadow and ran off in a flash.
It ran a long distance then looked back, saw that Tata was still not moving, seemingly holding back from exploding, just standing there, letting Lanci continue to indulge without restraint.
"Meow..."
Cat Boss’s face was filled with an incredulous expression, laced with a bit of fear.
It felt like Lanci was really pressing his luck.
And Tata today had enlisted some expert help, following the clever plan.
Here’s hoping Tata can really hold back today.
