NOVPUBTalia’s dress was pure white, and her figure graceful, but her angelic face bore a confused expression.
She slowly looked downward.
Only to see the familiar silver hair.
The silver-haired woman was now fully concentrated on herself, burying her head in her own arms, sobbing, causing Talia’s eyes to begin to sting with tears. 𝒏𝒐𝒗𝒑𝒖𝙗.𝒄𝒐𝒎
"Isatia..."
Talia had always thought the blessings bestowed by fate would someday run out, believing that good fortune couldn’t last forever, yet her longing lingered incessantly.
A hundred years had passed.
She had been hiding her identity, wandering through the Northern and South Continent, witnessing hundreds of springs, summers, autumns, and winters, imagining countless times the reunion with her sister.
It was only after meeting Lanci that her journey took a turn.
She had found clues about her sister, met her niece, learned of her sister’s whereabouts, and now, finally, she was meeting her sister again.
Was Lanci truly her wishing machine...
Could wishing to him really make anything happen?
She had waited too long for this moment.
She was reckless now, wanting to touch that overwhelming happiness.
But in an uncanny timing,
Talia found herself unconsciously looking at Lanci.
Her cold, golden eyes were now filled with a mix of gratitude, confusion, and emotion.
She was grateful for the good things Lanci had brought her, always claimed she didn’t want to get too entangled with a human, but she couldn’t resist the intense emotions within her.
"It’s actually quite normal, as long as Miss Isatia shares our goals and strives in the Cerryti Empire, we would inevitably meet her someday."
Lanci, too, seemed to understand the sudden flurry of emotions, speaking to Talia.
Previously, listening to Miss Aitio’s information in the Poseen Kingdom, they had known that Isatia was likely in the Cerryti Empire. Considering the disappearance of Duke Migaya and the Blood Clan’s involvement in the heart of the empire, it was probable Isatia was also combating the Blood Clan. Therefore, by following this direction and investigating the Blood Clan, it was inevitable that they would run into each other.
He knew what Talia was apprehensive about now.
It wasn’t the initial shock of meeting an old friend that scared her, but the deep-rooted fear of losing them again.
Lanci gently patted Talia’s back, signaling that she shouldn’t be looking at him, but should be fully facing her sister.
"..."
"Really now, you can just touch my back like that?"
Talia complained silently in her heart but didn’t say anything more to Lanci.
Her slender hand gently rested on Isatia’s back, hugging Isatia tightly, just as she once embraced Huebelle.
Isatia was slightly stunned at first, then, without any reservations, continued to embrace her familiar older sister.
"To be honest, it’s always been me hugging you, but sister, this is the first time you have initiated the hug."
Isatia’s memories uncontrollably flooded her mind.
In her memory, the flawless Princess of the Demon Race, Talia, would perform all sisterly duties and care for her, but she remained gorgeously rational and captivating, maintaining the dignity of an eldest princess, never expressing emotions as actively as humans.
"We all change, don’t we..."
Talia stroked Isatia’s head and reassured her.
Perhaps the person she was now seemed embarrassing to Isatia, but this was her true self, at this stage in her life.
"No, in my eyes, sister, you are always that brilliant sister."
Isatia shook her head firmly.
She might have had a bit of a filter about her sister, but she was sure that filter would never break, because her sister was just that perfect.
"..."
Lanci stood aside, saying nothing, covering his mouth with his hand in a contemplative and solemn demeanor.
But Talia was already thinking he was damned.
That move was so aggravating!
He was definitely trying to hide a smirk.
"Sister, have you gotten married?"
Isatia suddenly asked.
She was convinced her sister had become much gentler.
Although her sister’s nature was inherently mild as a member of the Demon Race and she had always treated her well, at that moment Isatia felt her sister was more like a gentle and virtuous mother, no different from a human.
"Of course not!"
Talia reacted strongly, hurriedly denying it.
"Really..."
Isatia still leaned against Talia, teasingly murmuring.
Her purposely drawn-out tone seemed to tell Talia: I understand.
"Really, I’m not."
Talia asserted.
"Hehe."
Isatia chuckled.
To her, her sister was the same as a mother, ever since she was a little demon child being brought to the Demon King Palace, spending her time with the adult Talia.
At first, she was very afraid of the Demon King, and of this seemingly cold sister, but to survive and deceive the Demon King, she had to pretend to cling to her sister, all the while making herself appear useless, so the Demon King would not see her as ambitious.
Over time, she found that being a slacker felt good.
On the contrary, the Demon King couldn’t stand her useless behavior and began urging her to act more like a princess.
The initial reason the Demon King had kept her, the orphan of the Nine Seals New King who had failed to challenge the current Demon King, was because of her talents, not to confine her to a life of seclusion.
The Demon King was also puzzled about where things had gone wrong, questioning how such a prodigy could turn into a waste, as if infected by a virus.
As for Talia, who knew nothing of this, she had always doted on her like a true younger sister, day after day, year after year.
