Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1300 - 823: Lanci’s Intentions_5

The breakfast was originally prepared by Sikder for Talia, but not knowing when Hyperion would wake up, Sikder had brought the breakfast just now and then went downstairs again to continue making breakfast.

No sooner had Sikder left the room than Hyperion woke up.

Upon opening the foil, it appeared to be a golden-brown baked bacon and pineapple bread, steaming and sprinkled with chopped green onions and shredded cheese.

"Ah."

Talia held it underneath with her hand and brought it to Hyperion's mouth.

"I'm not a child anymore."

With cheeks slightly blushing, Hyperion protested, but still took a bite from the end, gradually easing into comfort.

The crust was crispy, the inside soft and hot, the dough chewy, the fragrance of baked cheese sweet, the sour-sweet pineapple and the springy bacon.

In that moment, Hyperion felt truly alive.

So this was how delightful it had been for Tata to be fed while leaning against the headboard.

To question Tata, to understand Tata, to become Tata.

This was perhaps the path that the Demon World Princess must take.

"..."

Talia inexplicably read Hyperion's thoughts.

Why was Hyperion starting to take on missions as well?

With confusion, Talia poured a cup of honey lemon tea and, between feeding Hyperion breakfast, offered her two sips of the warm tea.

"Here, Hyperion."

Talia handed the lemon tea to Hyperion, who quickly sipped from the edge of the cup.

"Mhm."

Hyperion took a sip, starting with the unique warm sweetness of the sugar, feeling the refreshing flavor of lemon, and when the bread over-absorbed the liquid in her mouth, the warmth slid down her throat, spreading from her stomach to her whole body, driving away the morning chill of winter.

Although Hyperion had never been cared for by a mother since childhood, she found that due to living with Talia for so long, Talia took care of her with practiced ease, fully knowing what she liked and what she needed, even understanding her body better than she did herself.

Before long, Hyperion was nearly full.

Then, Talia began cleaning up the foil. freewēbnoveℓ.com

And sat back down in her original place.

But remained silent when she looked towards Hyperion.

Hyperion felt that Talia had something to say yet she hesitated.

It was an unexpected kind of understanding she had for Talia's current feelings.

Perhaps it was a kind of telepathy.

Derived from their long-standing mutual understanding.

Or rather, it was about time that they both opened up to each other about certain things.

"..."

Talia placed her hands on Hyperion's pure white quilt, averting her eyes as she fell silent for a moment.

Until the light rain outside the window came down once again.

She exhaled and finally looked at Hyperion.

"Hyperion, during the time I spent in Huadu with Lanci, a lot happened, and because of it, my views on him changed considerably, even to the point that after surviving several life-and-death situations and enduring hardships together, therefore..."

Talia stopped mid-sentence as if she found herself unable to continue.

"Therefore what?"

Hyperion gazed at Talia's eyes.

Talia seemed calm, but could not conceal her embarrassment.

"Tata, don't worry, no matter what, I will trust you. My father taught me that even if we are deceived, we must trust and strive to clear up misunderstandings because without one side starting to trust, there will never be true reliance. We will always be troubled by misunderstandings and make decisions we regret for life."

Hyperion took Talia's hand, passing the warmth through their palms.

"Mhm."

Talia's voice was tinged with remorse yet filled with gratitude.

Talia had long trusted Hyperion through their time spent together.

Her grace, her keenness, the mix of depression and determination, the rigor and decisiveness, her innocence, yet unhampered by plenty of healthy and correct knowledge.

"..."

Talia paused briefly without replying, slowly lowering her head.

Her hands in turn gripped Hyperion's tightly, all of her inexpressible thoughts and emotions beyond words were being conveyed through the warmth of their palms.

"Hyperion, I think, I probably like Lanci."

Talia leaned towards Hyperion, speaking word by word,

"So I won't keep avoiding him, he is no longer just a disciple to me."

Talia looked into Hyperion's eyes, sincerely confessing.

"I see."

Hyperion showed relief in her expression.

"It's really good that you could speak honestly about it."

In the window not far from the bedroom, the side profiles of Talia and Hyperion were reflected.

In their naturally cool eyes, the undercurrent of their emotions surged, melting the ice.

"Liking Lanci isn't a mistake. I like that kind of good man too. It just means we both have similar taste, Tata."

Hyperion could not understand why she had the courage at this moment to come out and say it so straightforwardly, but she no longer wanted to hide anything.

How could she not be moved by a man willing to risk his life to protect her? She could lie to herself, but she couldn't lie to others anymore.

"Then we're going to compete for the same man, huh..."

Talia's eyes shimmered, as if the final knot in her heart had been untied.

"No matter what our relationship becomes, we will always be family."

Hyperion hugged Talia tightly as she spoke.

Outside the bedroom.

Sigrid leaned against the door, holding a tray. After hearing their conversation, she felt relieved and prepared to leave.

After delivering breakfast to Tata, she sensed Hyperion waking up in the room and decided to stay a little longer to listen to Hyperion's condition.

To be honest, she was envious of both Hyperion and Tata.

To be able to have each other like this.

This was something she had never experienced since birth.

Only in dreams could she feel it.

...

Inside the room, Talia placed her hand on Hyperion's back.

"Hyperion, since you've asked me to be honest with you, there's something else I need to tell you."

Talia sat on the chair beside the bed and whispered into Hyperion's ear,

"Actually, we met in the last Shadow World, and I'm sorry I deceived you then."

She said again.

Then, she told Hyperion everything she had seen in the Central Chamber of Purgatory Corridor Academy.

And about the many causes and effects left behind by the Small Spark from Calila.

Plus how Calila had given her all to light the fire that would lead Lankros to the ultimate victory and be the last key to saving him.

Since she had promised not to deceive Hyperion anymore.

And now that they had returned to the present world.

It was time, and she could tell Hyperion some things.

"..."

After hearing the true ending of Calila's story,

Hyperion sat in place, stunned.

It took a long time for her to come back to her senses.

"Is that so..."

Tears streamed down Hyperion's face.

The clear tears on her cheeks, with a sobbing sound, were both a sign of reluctance and a sense of release.

"Indeed, indeed Calila was no longer with us during that time in Blood Moon Bad World."

Hyperion said, clenching her hands tightly.

Destiny is just like that.

Unpredictable before it happens, unalterable after the fact.

Calila's fate was to become the Gentle Town where the Great Demon Clan fell, whether sooner or later. Hyperion knew this truth when she saw the minus fourth floor of Herram Prison in the Northern Continent.

Even if Calila saw her own future in the Mirror of Tiberius, she would still choose to die with generosity.

Calila was indeed Calila.

"Hyperion, I think that if Calila were still alive, she would definitely choose to ask me to use the Fallen Wonderland to pretend she was still alive. So... at that time, I pretended to be her," Talia murmured, unsure if it was the right or wrong thing to do.

She had been trying to blend into human society for quite a while.

Now she wasn't sure how much she was like a human and how much she was like the Demon Race.

"Thank you for always protecting me, Tata," Hyperion said, word by word, as she looked at Talia through eyes that became clearer as the tears cleared.

Her voice was not clumsy or dull, but was like a gentle yet intense stream.

Clear and transparent, it could reflect the truth.

"..."

Crash.

A sound of a plate falling to the ground came from outside the room.

"Huh?"

Talia and Hyperion looked puzzled in the direction of the door.

"What happened?"

"I'll go take a look."

Talia stood up.

When Talia opened the door with confusion and looked left and right in the corridor, she saw that there was no one outside the bedroom.