Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1290 - 820: A Night of Terror in the Lanci Empire_2

Under normal circumstances, they would never violate their agreement and enter Lanci's room without permission.

But now, since they both had to protect Lanci, they decided to sneak in together.

In one corner of the room, the Little Black Cat curled up on the sofa, falling into a deep slumber.

Its pitch-black fur shimmered with a soft luster under the dim light, the small body like a Little Black Coal rising and falling with its breathing.

The two sisters exchanged a glance, their eyes full of worry, as if discussing how to protect Lanci.

"Should we do it?"

"The situation demands it."

"I'm going ahead anyway."

"Me too."

They tiptoed closer to Lanci's bedside.

Lanci seemed to sense the movement, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.

He was startled to see the two people who had slipped into his room in the middle of the night; indeed, someone had entered his room.

However, his gaze focused for a moment and he calmed down.

From the eyes of Talia and Sigrid, he read some rough information.

They made a gesture for silence, their faces filled with solemnity.

Lanci nodded, not fully understanding, but still cooperated by maintaining silence.

"How come you..."

Before Lanci could finish speaking with lip language, he saw Sigrid and Talia leaning in, sliding into his blanket and pulling it over themselves.

The three of them squeezed into the same bed, even covering their heads with the blanket, where they could hear each other's clear breathing and heartbeats in the dimness.

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Lanci thought they must be crazy.

"An assassin has come to the house."

"And a very strong one at that."

The two whispered this barely perceptible piece of information inside the blanket.

Lanci was starting to understand a little.

"If we take the initiative to strike now, we might alert the enemies prematurely. It's better to pretend we're off our guard, and when the assassins burst into your bedroom and lift the blanket, that's when we'll catch them all at once."

Sigrid, with her eyes closed, spoke softly.

Just the act of breathing was enough to warm up the scarce air inside the blanket significantly.

"Wouldn't this be... bad for appearances?"

Lanci opened his mouth to speak, afraid to make too much noise; he could feel the proximity of their cheeks to his.

With them here, his sense of security was excessively high.

Lanci's constant rule was to neither see, hear, nor speak of impropriety—those things that he deemed not suitable to etiquette, he would not watch, he would not listen to, and he would not mention.

No matter how you put it, right now, he was sleeping in the same blanket with two girls.

"Catching the assassin while ensuring your safety, this is the best option."

Talia also snuggled closer to Lanci by a measure.

This posture actually might lower the assassin's guard to the minimum.

When the assassins come to lift the blanket, that will be the moment to give them a surprise.

"Not that..."

Lanci didn't think the assassin would be that strong; there was no need to be so vigilant.

Although this was indeed the most efficient method at the moment, he could also activate the Immortal Eternal Penalty himself, and then let Talia and Sigrid stake out the assassin; there was no need to hide under the blanket.

"We're already pretending to be a couple; sleeping together is only natural."

Sigrid explained to Lanci.

She had been wanting to come to Lanci's room for a long time, but had not set foot due to the agreement with Tata.

"If there happens to be a fish that slips through the net and discovers we're sleeping separately, it might actually cause trouble."

Talia very much agreed with Sikder's decision.

After all, she was accustomed to sleeping with Sikder; it didn't matter whether it was just the two of them or three. Adding Lanci under the blanket didn't bother her at all.

Besides, she was already accustomed to staying in Lanci's bedroom; ever since Huadu, she would always be on top of Lanci whenever she turned into Mad Love Demon King.

"But..."

"Keep it down, Lanci!!"

Before he could finish speaking, Sigrid already covered his mouth.

In such a tense moment.

The Little Black Cat on the sofa let out a "meow," stretched lazily, and continued its slumber, utterly undisturbed by the sudden intrusion.

The rain poured like a torrent, with lightning flashing and thunder roaring.

It seemed like an accompaniment to this breathtaking farce.

Several breaths later.

The handle of the master bedroom door was slowly turning, the motion as soft as a feather.

Talia's alarm bells were ringing wildly. She used her gaze to signal readiness to Sigrid, who had also sensed the anomaly and blinked at Talia.

The door opened silently, and two shadows slipped in quietly, their movements light as if they were two wisps of smoke, approaching the bedside.

Talia and Sigrid breathed as naturally as if they were asleep, hiding under the covers with Lanci, completely still.

The presence of Magic Power became clearer and its intensity grew.

Just as the shadows reached the bed, Talia and Sigrid seemed to reach an understanding in an instant.

They abruptly threw off the covers and, like arrows released from the bowstring at the oncoming killing intent, they lunged at the two intruders!

In a split second, four figures clashed in the dimly lit bedroom.

Talia and an assassin were interlocked hand in hand, restraining each other, while the other assassin was pinned to the ground by Sigrid.

Since neither party wanted to make too much noise, they all restrained their strength, and both Talia and Sigrid only aimed to capture the intruders, leading to a standoff between four highly skilled individuals.

Talia's counter-grab caught the female assassin's wrist, and her other hand firmly gripped the assailant's shoulder.

The female assassin countered by pressing her knee against Talia's abdomen, trying to break free from the hold.

The two were silently wrestling on the carpet, like two entwined poisonous snakes.

Sigrid, on the other hand, had her opponent pinned directly to the ground.

Shock and uncertainty filled the eyes of the two female assassins.

They had never imagined that Landry's wives would be so strong.

This completely defied all reason!

But instinctively, they did not feel particularly endangered.

Because the presence and Magic Power so familiar from the brief confrontation made them realize they might be facing acquaintances.

While everyone was still puzzled,

a tall female shadow had already appeared at the foot of the bed.

She had completely masked her presence earlier, not even the four Eighth-order individuals present had noticed her.

Her hair was black as ink, her face cold and sinister, clad in a black bodysuit. Yet, what was most terrifying was the scorpion-tail Dagger in her hand, radiating a venomous green light, and the insane, bloodthirsty craving that emanated from her.

At this moment, she was exuding a frightful aura, the vein patterns on her skin visibly clear, giving off a strange purple sheen.

Killing Landry would mean mission accomplished.

No matter how strong Landry's wives were, as long as Antanas and Sinola kept them occupied, then Hyperion would surely succeed.

"Wait, Hyperion!"

Antanas, who was caught by Sigrid, shouted.

"Something's not right."

Sinola, engaged in a lock with Talia, realized the seriousness of the problem and widened her eyes.

"...?"

Even though Hyperion was set on her murderous intent, she was halted by the calls from Antanas and Sinola.

If it wasn't for a truly unusual and urgent situation, these two would never call out her name to stop her.

"Hyperion?"

Sigrid looked stunned towards the shadow at the foot of the bed, slowly releasing Antanas.

Talia's pupils also shook.

"What in the world is going on!"

Antanas scrambled to her feet and hurriedly turned on the bedroom light.

In an instant, the entire bedroom was illuminated.

Everyone was left with baffled faces.

Even though all of them were covered by Disguise Magic, having changed their appearances, they were exceedingly aware of who each familiar aura belonged to after spending a long time together, not to mention appearing together at the same time.

Hyperion, in a daze, stared at the bed; the Dagger fell to the ground.

She looked incredulously at the unfolded bedcovers, at Lanci lying in the middle of the bed, and at Sigrid and Talia.

Lanci was equally shocked.

"Damn... Hyperion..."

Lanci covered his mouth, his hands trembling, his voice quivering as he murmured to himself.

His forehead was breaking out in sweat; he glanced at Talia in her nightgown, then at Sigrid in hers.

What scene had he not witnessed?

This scene was certainly new to him.

Lanci now wanted to collapse back into bed and continue his faint.

Maybe this was all just a nightmare?