Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1298 - 823 Lanci’s Intentions_3

"Wait a moment, if it's not too urgent, I'll come to see you tomorrow."

Tolyado lowered his voice as if he were in a very dangerous position.

He shouldn't have answered such a call in the first place.

But since it was Lanci who made the call, he still took the risk and answered.

"It's not urgent."

Lanci rarely heard Tolyado speak in such a serious tone.

Anyway, tomorrow is the Moon Goddess Festival, and Tolyado would logically come back to Saint Kray Monastery to enjoy the festivities, as he always liked to be where the action was.

Upon hearing this, Tolyado immediately ended the communication.

"Uh, he can't come?"

Antanas looked slightly disappointed.

Among the existing members of the Old Demon World's Great Demon Clan, only she, Isatia, and Yabo were extroverted; the other four members of the Great Demon Clan were more reserved.

So the three of them got along very well.

"Who knows where he's run off to, but we should be able to see the rest of our comrades in the Cerryti Empire tomorrow."

Lanci shook his head regretfully and put away the Communication Magic.

To Tolyado, who appeared to be frivolous, it made sense for him to be busy with tasks now, especially with the imminent battle at the end of the month in Blood Moon City and their side lacking in combat power.

It was unclear whether Tolyado's actions, like Maquiel's stolen credentials, were out of temper or intentional scheming.

"Tomorrow is the Moon Goddess Festival; we'll just wander around the school a bit. It's probably the only chance to rest before the battle at the end of the month. We can also pray for the divinity's blessing. It's all necessary preparation... May our final battle be smooth sailing. I'll probably have to work on energy research for the empire tomorrow morning, you guys can have fun without minding me,"

Lanci said to the other members of the Great Demon Clan.

They had traveled thousands of miles to reach the heartland of the Cerryti Empire, and Lanci was very grateful for their support at a critical moment.

He just felt that they had had a hard time.

"No, no, we haven't really been busy these last few days; it's been you and Yabo who've really had it rough."

Antanas waved her hand dismissively.

Counting from Lanci's arrival in the Cerryti Empire, even though he had taken on Landry's identity, he must have been working incessantly night and day, to secure their current strategic position.

People who know what they want to do in this world are fortunate because they will never experience the pain of work throughout their lives. But there are also a few people, a very few, who don't know if they are fortunate or not. They have found something they must do, something they are obsessed with, something that would drive them mad if they did not pursue it.

And Lanci was clearly such a person.

In the end, Baby Bus was driven by a leader who put his life into it; he was the one who needed to rest the most.

"I promised you guys, my saving you was not to make you suffer, nor to put you in danger. Don't worry, I'll take care of it. Just fight with peace of mind,"

Lanci answered with a smile, not feeling tired at all.

"By the way, Lanci, I have another question."

Upon hearing this, Antanas lowered her head and stayed silent for a while before mustering the courage to look up and face Lanci again.

Although it might not be an appropriate time to ask such a question.

But she felt that since she was Lanci's friend, rather than merely in a contract-based relationship like at the beginning, she needed to ask.

This was also for her other few friends.

"Go ahead."

Lanci said easily, ready to answer any question now that the grand battle was upon them.

"What exactly are your feelings towards Hyperion, Talia, and Sigrid?"

Antanas stared at Lanci and asked.

The other members of the Great Demon Clan, upon hearing such a direct question from Antanas, looked at her and then at Lanci in surprise, holding their breath and not knowing what to say.

They had all, sooner or later, even a long time ago, realized that the feelings between these three people were a bit of inexplicable and indistinct love.

Furthermore, coupled with what they learned about their past lives in the Shadow World, all three were Fated True Maidens who had missed their chance with the Dark Day; not a single one of them had a good end during the Blood Moon Bad World Era, all perishing in that time. free𝑤ebnovel.com

"After the chaos in the Cerryti Empire ends, I will give them an explanation,"

Lanci replied without evasion, looking straight at the members of the Great Demon Clan,

"The only correct thing I must do now is to break through Blood Moon City and put a definitive end to this Blood Clan disaster."

This was the unfulfilled wish of Lankros, as well as the most important work of his life.

"If even this can't be achieved, then all that awaits is repeating the cycle."

"Repeating the same history, making the same mistakes, over and over again."

He murmured these words that he had once heard.

Half of his face held a look of loss, half joy, filled with compassion and pity, the expression of the son of mankind.

"So you really do understand..."

Sinola was taken aback, coming back to her senses.

Before, they did not know if Lanci was pretending to be ignorant or if he truly was, for he was too much like a deity, devoid of human emotions, unreachable by anyone.

Just like his consistent calmness and detachment, as if understanding or not made no difference to him.

Now, having traveled the long road from the Northern Continent to the South Continent, through the epoch of the Blood Moon Bad World Era, he seemed to have shed the divine mantle, becoming a flesh and blood being within reach.

"We will support you all the way."

Pranay said to Lanci, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Pranay rarely made up his mind so decisively.

Even though he also sensed that their chances of a surprise attack on Blood Moon City were far worse than expected, with possibly less than a fifty percent chance of survival.