Chapter 747 Ifatia Wants to Eat Melons

On one side of the long table in the Silver Palace, Talia patiently educated Lanchi on the traditional culture of the demon race, just like she used to teach him how to make cards one-on-one.

"We demons don't need to be so clear about seniority, and we don't care about age. Otherwise, think about it, with our long lifespan of thousands of years, wouldn't the age and seniority be a complete mess?"

"Understood, Master."

Lanchi still refused to change his address, as if it was his last stubbornness.

"Call me Tata."

Talia thought Lanchi was doing it on purpose.

She really didn't want Lanchi to use this kind of address that had a difference in seniority at this moment, but she didn't want to deny the master-student relationship between her and Lanchi.

"Tata Ol..."

Lanchi stopped halfway through his words because he felt that Tata didn't want him to call her Tata Teacher either.

"Why don't you just finish what you were saying?"

Talia heard Lanchi's meaningful pause and didn't want to say anything more.

Can you even weave missions into this?

Is it more uncomfortable for you if you don't do my daily missions than killing you?

Sometimes she really couldn't be bothered to argue with Lanchi anymore.

So tiring.

Anyway, she and Lanchi were definitely of the same generation.

Lanchi's family thought so too.

She just happened to have more extensive knowledge and became Lanchi's teacher. Essentially, it couldn't change the fact that their initial meeting in South Wantina Territory was a young boy meeting a young girl, just like in a novel.

"No, would any author really write about a young boy meeting an eight-hundred-year-old girl? What kind of novels are you reading?"

Lanchi questioned.

"Seven hundred and ninety-nine! I was only seven hundred and ninety-nine years old when I met you!"

Talia grabbed Lanchi's tie, her eyes filled with tears as she shook him.

She must not have wiped away her tears just now, that's why her eyes were watery.

Moreover, she was no different from a twenty-year-old human girl in terms of physiology. Lanchi should naturally treat her as just a slightly older sister!

"Okay, okay, twenty, twenty. Converted into human age, you're twenty."

Lanchi panicked when he saw Tata crying and quickly admitted it.

"Sigh, so even elder sisters have such a cute side."

Ifatia sat opposite them, resting her chin on her hands as she watched the two constantly bickering, glancing at the little black cat.

"Tata is always cute, meow."

The Cat Boss replied.

Hearing this, the two on the other side of the long table stopped moving.

They sat up straight again, keeping their distance from each other, and the atmosphere became much more professional.

"Did we, just now, say something wrong?"

Ifatia pointed at herself and the little black cat, worried that they had said some keyword that triggered the two's emergency braking mechanism.

"No."

The two answered calmly in unison.

"Meow meow meow?"

The Cat Boss was thinking that it was just saying "cute," not "cute enough to want to eat you," so it shouldn't be.

Could it be that there were new keywords it didn't know about?

"Let's talk about serious matters."

Talia said.

"Regarding our situation, do you have any more questions?"

Lanchi agreed and asked Ifatia.

Ifatia suspected that the two were changing the subject, but she had no evidence.

But indeed, she had quite a few questions about the ever-changing situation in the Southern Continent. Even if she could get information from the Brilda Mafia, the intelligence was limited.

Lanchi and Talia were different. They came from the Kingdom Union Council Alliance in the north, carrying a lot of first-hand information that couldn't be obtained in the Empire.

"Sister, what is your combat power like here? Do you have any other allied partners?"

Ifatia asked Lanchi and Talia.

"We can contact the allied intelligence personnel, but the allies also regard Landri, played by Lanchi, as an imperial force, so... you know."

Talia couldn't explain anything well and could only give Lanchi a meaningful look.

"I understand..."

Ifatia could very well understand why all of her own people could misunderstand Lanchi.

He was really mixed up.

No one would doubt Professor Landri's loyalty to the Empire.

"So, you can treat us as the only two friendly forces. The allies might as well be contacted by Barton alone. They might be more willing to believe the Mafia."

Talia told Ifatia the truth.

"That's enough. With you here, Sister, it's more reliable than anything else for me."

Ifatia hadn't completely recovered from the joy of reuniting with her sister. The help of an eighth-order hero unit like Talia was enough for her to see no small amount of hope.

"As expected of Sister, in these hundred years, you've actually collected nine Great Demon marks and become the new Demon King. I feel like you're so strong now."

Ifatia said to her sister with admiration.

"..."

Talia's expression froze.

Her sister's sincere praise certainly made her happy.

But thinking about it carefully.

She had just been able to fight Ifatia, who was injured, to a draw by relying on the special attack bonus of the Nine-Mark Demon King against the demon race and the overall strengthening of summons by the sealed stone slab.

Then wasn't Ifatia now much stronger than her main body?

"Ah, ah, yes, that's right..."

Talia's face began to turn red as she answered awkwardly.

The atmosphere had reached this point, and she couldn't bring herself to tell Ifatia the truth, let alone explain the fact that her soul was connected to Lanchi's.

"You're still so humble. A Demon King, yet I started to become unmotivated after getting three marks. I simply couldn't work as hard as you, Sister, to collect nine and become the last Demon King, persevering with the long-cherished wish of restoring the country to the end."

"Well, it wasn't that hard."

Talia simply wanted to drill a hole in the ground and go in.

She cautiously shifted her gaze.

Lanchi sat next to her, his hands clasped together, placed in front of him, his expression unchanging as he thought about things.

Talia breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Lanchi didn't laugh at her.

He unexpectedly knew to be serious at this time.

Wait.

She leaned on the table sideways.

She saw that the corners of Lanchi's mouth, blocked by his hands, were about to tremble uncontrollably.

"Lanchi!!"

Talia immediately stood up, hooked Lanchi's neck with her arm from behind, and dragged him backward.

"Ah, ah, help, Cat Boss, save me! Tata! Miss Ifatia is still watching us!"

Lanchi shouted desperately.

"Meow... agree to donate, meow."

The Cat Boss didn't want to disturb the two's game.

If Tata wanted to hit Lanchi, let her hit him. If Lanchi wanted to be hit, let him be hit. Anyway, both of them were willing.

Ifatia fluttered her chest, watching the interaction between her sister and Lanchi.

Every time she saw her sister's contrasting appearance, she felt that her sister in her memory was even cuter.

"By the way, Cat Cat, Sister and Lanchi are already so close, but they're not together yet. Are there any other competitors?"

Ifatia gently touched the little cat's ear, probing it beside its ear.

It wasn't strange that other girls would fall in love with a man who Sister could fancy, as he must be an extremely outstanding existence.

"This, this meow."

The Cat Boss's speech was momentarily awkward.

"So there is?"

Ifatia roughly guessed.

"How many?"

She asked the Cat Boss, her mouth hooked with a gossip-filled smile.

"Two, meow."

The Cat Boss was still an honest cat after all, and answered.

"Wow, then wouldn't there be a good show to watch when we return to Iklyte."

Ifatia leaned back with a smile, pointing to the two people across the table.

Although she hoped her sister would win, she always liked watching women fight the most.

"..."

The Cat Boss used Round.

Black bread, can only perform simple life activities.

Everything is unrelated to it.

Until Talia and Lanchi finished communicating, she finally let go of Lanchi and returned to her seat.

"Do you have any more questions you want to ask us?"

Talia asked Ifatia as if nothing had happened just now.

"Not for the time being."

Ifatia answered, tilting her head, a naive smile on her face.

"Then I have a question to ask you, Ifatia. What's going on with the injuries on your body?"

Talia's eyes became much more serious, with a hint of heartache, as she stared at the scars on Ifatia's body.

Starting from Ifatia's neck, there were branch-like scarlet cracks, and lava-like magic veins wandered downwards, probably scorching her at all times, making her endure unhealable pain.

"This started when I went to Blood Moon City last time. I took advantage of the fact that I was sure the Blood Clan Duke wasn't in Blood Moon City and sneaked into Blood Moon City, but there were still Blood Clan Marquis guarding the Blood King's Palace. Not only did I fail to rescue Micahya, but I was also injured by the Blood Clan barrier in Blood Moon City."

The smile on Ifatia's face then turned into a wry smile.

"With it, the Blood Clan has a way to lock onto me, and I also need a lot of treatment to survive."

At that time, she was too arrogant and a little impatient, thinking she could steal Micahya out.

Who knew she would fall into a near-deadlock situation.

The only way she could defeat the Blood Clan next was to cultivate to invincibility and then go to the Blood Clan to fight desperately, but she knew how difficult that would be.

"This [Blood King Divine Fire] cannot be healed after being burned. Only the Blood Clan is not affected by it. It will be triggered if you don't walk the right mechanism in the Blood King's Palace. Because it itself is a large barrier spell that consumes the core of Blood Moon City, the Blood Clan can't trigger it frequently."

Lanchi reminded.

"Brother, you even know this?"

Ifatia raised her eyes in surprise.

She had heard that Professor Landri was very unusual in Brilda and was an imperial person with foresight. She didn't expect that his true self would be so knowledgeable.

"I have to understand Blood Moon City, otherwise I wouldn't want to develop a magic energy fission bomb."

Lanchi answered with confidence.

He was very happy about the news that Ifatia had been to Blood Moon City. Since Ifatia had challenged it once, it meant that Ifatia must know the coordinates of Blood Moon City and also have accomplices who could help her enter and exit Blood Moon City.

"No wonder... no wonder..."

Ifatia seemed to have suddenly realized something, feeling that everything could be matched up.

She said, why did she need Professor Landri's research topic so much? It wasn't a coincidence, it was actually because they were doing the same thing.

"I promised Hibernia to bring Duke Micahya back."

Lanchi also assured Ifatia.

Now that Ifatia had been found, there was only one last search mission left.

"Re, really?"

Ifatia asked in a fragile voice.

She had never thought that she would hear someone so firmly say that they would help her find Micahya back, not with the meaning of coaxing or comforting her, but clearly informing her that this nearly impossible task was his long-promised mission.

"I always say what I mean and do what I say."

Lanchi had never forgotten what he had promised Hibernia a long time ago.

"Don't worry, Ifatia, I didn't believe this guy's level of finding people at first, but now I find it's really quite evil. As long as it's a living person, he can find them. If he can bring the dead back to life one day, I'll be completely convinced."

Talia rarely patted Lanchi's shoulder and praised him.

Lanchi had helped her find her sister as promised, and she was in a great mood, feeling that it wouldn't be a problem to cook for him for a few more years in the future.

"Wuwu, thank you, Lanchi."

Ifatia said while sobbing.

Desperately wiping away the tears that kept overflowing from her invisible eyes.

Their Aransal family was reunited, something she didn't dare to dream of.

She never thought that someone had been working hard for their family in a place she didn't know.

"It's okay, Ifatia, Sister is here, Sister is by your side."

Seeing this, Talia quickly got up and went around to the other side of the long table, stroking her sister's back, helping her wipe away her tears, hugging her and comforting her. After a while, she soothed Ifatia's emotions.

"But Blood Moon City is really hard to fight. Now that I think about it, I only feel powerless. I'm really a useless princess."

Ifatia drooped her head and sighed.

Even if someone taught her the mechanisms, she still felt that she couldn't clear Blood Moon City.

"Actually, this isn't your problem. Blood Moon City is a siege-level battle. You have to form a team of about twenty people. You definitely can't solo it. It's already amazing that you can come back alive."

Lanchi understood that Ifatia just wanted to rescue Micahya.

But going to Blood Moon City alone was really skilled and bold.

She must have some kind of space-based treasure on her that could force her to escape.

"Are you planning to raze the entire Blood Moon City?"

Ifatia was also stunned.

She thought Blood Moon City was an infiltration mechanism, a shadow world similar to a prison, and that rescuing Micahya would be considered a success.

She didn't expect Lanchi to open his mouth and say he wanted to siege the entire Blood Moon City.

"Of course, we can't catch these Blood Clan members without dismantling Blood Moon City. With a base, they're too cunning. They can always retreat into the shadows."

Lanchi answered firmly.

He absolutely couldn't let this scourge remain in his Krethia Empire.

"Brother, good luck. I'll definitely help you."

Ifatia clenched her fist and said with a smile through her tears.

"Can you not call me brother..."

No matter how many times Lanchi heard it, he still felt his scalp tingle.

Although Ifatia's girlishness wasn't fake, but.

No buts.

He thought so under Talia's gaze.

"Uh."

Ifatia lightly touched her lips with her index finger, hesitating, as if she was worried that Lanchi was disliking her.

"Lanchi, Ifatia wants to call you brother, is that okay?"

Talia looked at Lanchi with a smile, while simultaneously placing her invisible psychic hand on Lanchi's heart.

"..."

Lanchi didn't move.

What is say?

"He has no objection."

Talia allowed.

"Okay."

Ifatia smiled refreshingly.

"I..."

Lanchi changed several expressions in a row.

He felt that being called that by Ifatia was too weird.

What if he got used to it?

If Hibernia saw it, Lanchi felt that he wouldn't be able to get along with Hibernia.