But now, hearing Lanci’s comfort, she couldn’t feel happy at all.
She just felt a sense of loss in her heart.
"It’s okay, sister. Being like humans is just fine. I sought it out precisely for the side effects of this kind of secret dicine."
Isatia seed to realize why her sister was sad and naturally smiled as she spoke.
"..."
"Isatia... you silly little sister..."
Talia pursed her lips and shook her head.
If it were up to her, she would definitely choose to transform Lanci into a servitor creature, always carry him with her, and share an almost eternal life together.
"..."
Hearing Talia’s inner thoughts, Lanci smiled helplessly.
Talia might have understood so aspects of humans by now but not completely.
"Talia, everything has its natural laws. Arbitrarily changing it might not be a blessing, but a curse."
He explained to Talia.
"I don’t understand, I don’t understand."
Talia shook her head, resisting the seemingly nonsensical words of Lanci.
She was Lanci’s teacher and it should have been her teaching him, not the other way around.
"Ah, sister is still quite the traditional mber of the Demon Race."
Isatia saw that Talia wasn’t crying anymore while Lanci was still comforting her, so she gave up on getting up to comfort her sister.
With a good man by her sister’s side, she felt at ease.
She quietly propped her cheek and, along with Little Black Cat, waited for Lanci to dry Talia’s tears until her usual splendid beauty was restored.
"Alright, Isatia, we should be leaving soon."
Lanci glanced at the grandfather clock in the Silver Palace and said to Isatia across the table.
Today, they had planned to rest by the lake in the afternoon, so he had postponed his scheduled work to the evening. Due to Elsa’s matter, he had suddenly rushed out from the Saint Kray Temple and still had to catch up on work at ho; otherwise, it could only be pushed to tomorrow.
The injured Isatia also needed long periods of rest every day.
Despite the pleasure of chatting here, all serious matters were nearly concluded, and they couldn’t keep stagnating.
"Uh—"
Isatia looked at them reluctantly, pouting and leaning on the table.
Watching her, both Lanci and Talia couldn’t help but smile gently.
They believed that if Isatia could leave this secluded underground space, she would definitely follow them.
"Isatia, we’ll co see you again next ti."
Lanci consoled.
"When?"
Isatia imdiately asked.
"Maybe within a week, at least once?"
Lanci said uncertainly.
In the Empire, his current role as Professor Landry was drawing considerable attention. Excessive contact with the Bulida Mafia might be deed unreasonable and lead to unnecessary suspicion.
"Then I’ll wait for you!"
Isatia perked up imdiately, happily raising her hands.
She stood up, handed Little Black Cat back to them, and then led them towards the door.
"Who built this?"
Talia looked around at the spatial barrier, admiring the craftsmanship that she had wanted to praise from the beginning, astonished that soone in this era could still create such an independent space.
The do’s radiance changed with ti, golden and blue lights danced across crystal decorations like stars moving through the universe.
Lanci slowed his pace and looked at Isatia.
He, too, was keenly interested in this question.
He had originally planned to ask the hardworking leader of the Mafia, Barton, after they left since this project was clearly beyond sothing an easy-goer like Isatia could manage.
"It was built by a friend of Barton. Have you heard of the Royal Craftsman Abigail?"
Isatia responded.
She was eager to answer their questions.
"I’ve heard of her."
Lanci thought for a mont and inford her.
Abigail was said to be one of the most prominent magic artisans in the Empire today, renowned as the empire’s brilliant magical engineering genius, but she despised military work and was uninterested in magical engineering, thus severing all recruitnt efforts by the Imperial Army.
"Is she a magic artisan with a spatial attribute adaptability?"
Talia was surprised.
She rembered that among the courses that Lanci currently taught, there was a student called Nathaniel, extrely talented and seen as the most promising by the professors at Saint Kray Temple. He was likely to win the highest honor in magical engineering from the Cerryti Empire, the Grant Award, in the next decade or so, being a holder of the title of Royal Craftsman.
For Lanci, Nathaniel was not just a student, but more like a partner, ready to graduate from Saint Kray Temple anyti. Most major universities in the Empire would be eager to hire him as a professor in the field of alchemy, and Lanci was very hopeful that this outstanding young man from the Empire would join him in accomplishing this monuntal project and leave an indelible mark in the academic realm of the Empire.
To Talia, any magic artisan worthy of the Cerryti Royal Craftsman title would at least be equivalent to a Platinum-Level magic artisan in the Allied Forces, though the Cerryti Empire did not differentiate the magic artisans into categories.
"Yes, that’s why, even though she’s defiant, the Empire regards her as a unique treasure and won’t coerce her."
Isatia also understood the grading from the Kingdom Joint Council.
Platinum level was already a top-tier certification in the magical artisan field, but adding a spatial attribute completely changed its nature.
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