Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

"Tea... never mind, coffee."

Lanci replied, then changed his mind.

He remembered there was a drink in the Demon World called Naka Island Iced Tea, originating from Demon King Castle Necaris.

It looked exactly like black tea, but it was actually alcoholic. The alcohol content of the Naka Island Iced Tea made according to the original recipe could be very high.

Therefore, Lanci always remembered that it was best not to touch tea in the Demon World of Blood Moon Bad World.

It didn't take long for Siegler to come over with a tray and a porcelain cup, pouring a cup of hot coffee for Lanci. She placed it on the coffee table in front of him and then sat down beside him.

The aromatic scent of the hot coffee on a winter's night in the Demon World wafted through the glass cup and filled the Principal's Office, calming Lanci's mind by just smelling it.

Of course, it could also be because of Siegler's silent company.

Unconsciously, twelve years had passed, and that little girl had become a reliable warrior of the Wolf Clan who could stand on her own.

"Siegler, I have to ask you for a favor."

Lanci's voice carried a hint of guilt as he spoke to Siegler.

Having seen the final tragic state of Siegler in the Mirror of Tiberius, Lanci couldn't bear it.

But in this era, the only one who could help him end Blood Moon Bad World was Siegler; she was an indispensable part of the plan.

"No problem."

Siegler answered innocently.

"I haven't even told you what it is yet."

Lanci was taken aback and looked at her.

This reaction was quite different from back in the Principal's Office when he spoke to Siegler in the Mirror of Tiberius.

In the phantasm of Tiberius, he called Siegler to the Principal's Office. She figured out from a glance that he was going to tell her something difficult, but Siegler still forcefully suppressed her sadness and agreed.

"Probably you're going to do something big, and then leave the aftermath to me."

Siegler shrugged, easily reading his thoughts.

After all, she trusted the Saint Heir unconditionally.

"Since you know, aren't you sad about it?"

Lanci doubted that this Siegler had changed, and frankly expressed his concern to her.

"There's nothing to be sad about. I won't stop you if you think it's the right thing to do."

Siegler leaned a bit closer to Lanci and stared into his eyes as she replied.

She seemed very open-minded about it.

She knew this was the Shadow World, and the Saint Heir would definitely not die, not like counting down to the end as in the Shadow World.

"..."

Lanci's brain 'processor' was a bit short-circuited.

He started drinking water to cover up the fact that he didn't understand what was happening, and shifted his gaze away.

Was the Mirror of Tiberius damaged?

It shouldn't be that far off.

He thought his relationship with Siegler was also not bad, but Siegler currently didn't seem to care about his life or death as heavily as the Siegler in the simulation of the Mirror of Tiberius.

If even the basic information in Tiberius can't be trusted, then he needed to reconsider the predicted future and its potential errors.

"However, if you died, I would definitely stay a widow for life, so you should also cherish your own life."

Siegler's voice dropped a notch as she added.

"Pfft!"

Lanci almost choked on his coffee.

Indeed, this Siegler in the Shadow World in some respects was still very similar to the Siegler in the Mirror of Tiberius.

But the way this one spoke was a bit too straightforward.

"No, Siegler."

Lanci set down the glass cup, not knowing what to say to Siegler.

The little girl he hadn't seen for twelve years hadn't become emotionally distant; she had become different.

He was now a bit worried that Siegler's previous indiscriminate closeness was her intentionally playing dumb.

"Then you go back to the Holy Polante Theocracy first. I'll give you all the tokens, and you take my letter to find Grand Justice Elm and Empress Kexiya, and then, as I taught you, obtain evidence of my mind being affected by the Spiritual Fissure. Go and convince the Paladin and the Judgment Chief, seize the Papal Hall directly, and create the false appearance that I have been defeated and fled."

Lanci swiftly retreated back to the Principal's desk to sit down, began to write letters by hand.

"I'm going to Demon King Castle Necaris first, and then I will head straight for Huo Ning Empire. This time I won't return to Helsalem; time is pressing. I will lead the Great Demon Clan to stir up trouble in the central-southern part of Honing Empire. At that time, you suppress me on the external public opinion of the Theocracy, while internally, use the tale of my madness to prove your correctness and legitimacy."

He said seriously.

With three experiences in the Mirror of Tiberius, Lanci could make slight adjustments to the actual replay.

The main problem was that there was less time for actual actions, and he also didn't have Lankros' Ninth-order power to perform a real dramatic fight in Helsalem Papal Hall, so it's better to rearrange this power struggle play.

"..."

Siegler looked intrigued by Lanci's attitude.

Indeed, teasing the Saint Heir was fun.

Whether accompanying the Saint Heir, tempting him, or speaking frankly to him, he was definitely not going to respond to Siegler's feelings.

"Siegler, I'm being honest with you. I think you might have guessed that we probably won't see each other again after this, in all sorts of ways. You've always been a valued partner to me..."

Lanci sealed the letters on the desk with wax and arranged the tokens, speaking to Siegler in a grave tone.

He had thought for a long time how to say goodbye to Siegler.

If Siegler really felt the same way about him as in the Mirror of Tiberius, then he couldn't offer a gentle farewell like he did with Hyperion and Calila, as it would only make Siegler sadder in the future.