Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

This is a story from another era.

"Indeed."

Talia nodded slightly.

She lifted her hand, looking at the golden beewax bracelet that matched Lanci's, which was still inlaid with the gem they had sought from the Church of the Goddess of Destiny in Huadu.

Perhaps one day in the future, they might relive those old dreams of yore.

But dreams will always be just dreams.

Let her be the one to forget everything first.

The Blood Moon Bad World had ended.

"Right meow, what is this additional gift you mentioned?"

Cat Boss looked towards another orb of light not far from Lanci.

Its surface shimmered with the intertwining luster of sea blue and orange yellow, reminiscent of the infinite blue ocean of Necalis Island.

Faint whispers echoed in the Fringe Space, like a siren's song beneath the clear skies of the Demon World.

"Let me take a look."

Lanci reached out towards the orb, the light dimmed and gradually dispersed, leaving only an envelope in his hand.

He looked at the envelope in his hand, the azure patterns seemed especially enchanting under the pure starlight of the Fringe Space.

Suddenly, a faint blue Magic Power rose from the paper, swirling in the air, forming the characters of the Demon Race.

"— To the honorable Lord Unknown,"

"My friend, seeing this letter is as good as meeting you."

"The season of ice and snow flurries has come, have you been well recently?"

"Being in a high position might make you feel increasingly lonely and cold, please take care not to catch a chill."

Lanci closed the letter after reading this far.

He did not continue reading.

[Calila's handwritten letter]

[Category: Artwork]

[Grade: Epic]

[Tier: 1]

[The reader of this letter will gain a slight increase in Spiritual Magic and Illusion resistance, and will feel the companionship of Calila.]

[Remark: There's no reason to fear the night, my child of light. Dawn may come slowly, but it will arrive eventually, and it won't take long after you touch my name.]

"Calila's letter..."

Talia remembered what it was.

Lanci was clearly aware of what the rest of the letter contained, as they had read it together in the Helsalem Papal Hall.

"Do you still have regrets about it?"

Seeing that Lanci remained silent, Talia asked in a softer tone.

She felt that it wasn't that Lanci was unwilling to open it, but that he dared not continue reading.

Perhaps after living through all that, Lanci could accept the conclusion of Lankros with a calm heart.

But for Calila's sacrifice, he held onto deep-seated sentiments, and couldn't even pretend to forget.

"Yes."

Lanci spoke his true feelings.

"I also find it a pity about Calila. Her affection had not yet bloomed in full radiance before it dissolved away."

Talia likewise expressed her lingering feelings.

She looked at the letter.

"Perhaps Calila herself was a fallen wonderland; between 'reality' and 'her companionship', one could only have one."

Talia shook her head with regret.

"Yeah, who could blame her for being such a perfect woman? It's normal that such a member of the Great Demon Clan doesn't exist in reality."

Lanci sighed, speaking in a joking manner.

He very much agreed with Talia's comforting words.

He realized that the world is full of uncertainties, and one inevitably has to accept things as they are.

Love is such a magical thing; the more you try to grasp it, the more it makes you fall, yet the more you learn to let go, the more it fills you up.

Calila must understand the meanings of falling and overflowing better than anyone else; that letter was to tell Lankros that love isn't something he chases after, but rather what he already possesses. Even if close friends and companions have passed away, they will still accompany him in another form, until he puts an end to this Blood Moon Bad World.

"Mm-hmm!"

Talia snuggled up close to Lanci, making noises to draw his attention.

She puffed out her chest as if to make him take a good look at her.

"Master, what are you doing?"

Lanci looked at her puzzled.

"The perfect woman."

Talia pointed at her cheek proudly, hinting at Lanci.

She is now both beautiful and useful, so that's pretty much like Calila, right?

"Pfft."

Lanci couldn't hold it in and burst out laughing.

Even though he knew Talia was trying to comfort him, he couldn't help but laugh.

"Lanci, you said I was useful, you did say I was useful!"

Talia argued with him, unwilling to let it go.

She had meant to cheer Lanci up, but he started to be annoying again.

"Master, regardless of everything, you did indeed make me laugh, and I really thank you for that."

Lanci couldn't stop laughing as he thanked her.

This old lady is sometimes quite cute.

"How dare you call me an old lady?"

Talia exclaimed in shock.

Since when did Lanci become so brazen!

"I wasn't being presumptuous."

Lanci quickly declared.

In fact, he had been calling her 'old lady' ever since their time in Nanwantina, she just didn't know it then, so he wasn't only being presumptuous recently.

"You? If the Shadow World didn't teach you a lesson, you're tearing tiles off the roof now. Come here and be my mount! If I don't discipline you today, I fear next time you might even want to ride me."

Talia, pointing at Lanci, grew angrier the more she thought about it, and holding back only made her angrier, stepping back still made her angrier.

"No, Master, calm down."

Lanci raised his hand making a pause gesture.

If he accidentally reads out Talia's weight, she would scold him again.

"You! You this!"

Talia's face grew red with anger.

"Master, restrain yourself, your dignity, your maturity?"

Lanci signaled to Talia not to lose control, already starting to back away.

"I'll catch you first then talk... I've tolerated you for a whole Shadow World, now I need to vent it all back!"

Talia advanced step by step, chasing after Lanci trying to arrest him.

"Cat Boss, save me!"

The two of them chased each other around the cat, stirring up gusts of wind, making Cat Boss flustered and fearful of being dragged into their commotion.