Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1162 791: Lanci’s All Outrageous Actions Merely Seeking Achievements_3

"Yes, I'll call her for you, please wait a moment."

Lisandra answered respectfully.

"Thank you."

Lanci did not chat with her much, simply putting the microphone back in place.

He sat in the principal's chair and waited.

Gazing at the domed ceiling of the principal's office.

"What are you thinking about?"

Talia, seeing him bored, struck up a conversation.

Sometimes she doesn't even know what Lanci is thinking; it seems like he's thinking about nothing, yet looking quite contemplative.

"I'm afraid Siegler is becoming distant from me."

Lanci was unsure about the actual historical relationship between Lankros and Siegler.

However, according to the segments documented in Calila's Shadow Weave Record about the Demon King Palace, during Lankros's most disheartened period, he initially didn't treat Siegler well, treating her more like a burden.

Meanwhile, Siegler saw Lankros as a hope for survival, wanting his protection and to learn the power to take revenge on the Blood Clan from him.

It was in the Demon King Palace that Lankros encountered Fallen Wonderland, where he saw an illusion of Miss Witch, which resolved his mental conflict, prompting him to see Siegler as his hope for survival and someone he must protect.

Knock-knock.

The knocking on the door interrupted Lanci's thoughts.

"Come in."

Lanci looked towards the door and said.

"I'm here."

A light-haired nun pushed the door and entered.

Her eyes, like purple crystals, met with the green eyes under the Pope's mask.

A hint of surprise and joy appeared on the nun's face, yet she didn't understand why the Pope suddenly sought her.

"Siegler, come in."

Lanci spoke to her, signaling her to close the door and come to the desk; he had important matters to discuss.

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In the timeline of Lankros, Siegler is still dressed as a nun, her soft long hair cascading over her shoulders, dressed in a tight-fitting, pristine white nun's robe adorned with silver lace, her waist wrapped with a purple ribbon of the Trinity Holy Pattern.

Yet, her aura was still extraordinarily powerful, almost at the peak of the Eighth-order, lacking only the accumulation of the Power of Faith to advance to the Ninth-order.

Lanci pondered and it made sense; Lankros could easily subdue Blasphemous Lord Melogast, there was no need for Siegler to act, maintaining the attire of a Holy Polante devotee was no issue at all.

"I'm here."

Siegler nodded, closed the door, and then walked over to one side of the desk, facing Lanci.

"She didn't rush over to hug you."

Talia somewhat surprisedly murmured in Lanci's mind.

The Siegler in front of them clearly maintained more decorum with the Pope, also understanding she was a grown woman, different from the Pope.

The only similarity was, there wasn't a hint of closeness and affection in Siegler's eyes.

"Although the Mirror of Tiberius simulates a timeline of Lankros that isn't the same as the Shadow World, Siegler is still Siegler, her behavioral patterns shouldn't change too much, like the way she expresses affection..."

Talia analyzed.

Talia was puzzled.

In the Shadow World, her beloved daughter Siegler always stuck close to Lanci when she saw him.

"This is what's normal, okay? The Siegler outside the mirror still acts like a twelve-year-old mentally, thinking she's still a little girl, wanting to hug me around the neck when she sees me. I'm really worried about her suddenly kissing me; I'd absolutely be unable to resist."

Lanci helplessly responded with his thoughts.

"Don't worry, I'm watching with my own eyes. Such a thing will definitely not happen."

Talia confidently stated.

She knew all too well that Lanci's inability to resist was literal.

However, she would protect Lanci.

"Siegler."

Lanci looked across the desk, his tone indicating he was addressing a serious matter.

"What's wrong?"

Siegler focused on the eyes beneath the mask as if she understood something from them, her brow furrowed in worried inquiry.

"I have a favor to ask of you, only you can help me with this."

Lanci spoke solemnly.

...

[After explaining the matter to Siegler.]

[You and she act separately, each returning to the capital of the Holy Polante Theocracy, Helshalem...]

The capital's sky was overcast, a heavy rain imminent.

The towering spire of the Helshalem Papal Hall was enveloped in gloom.

In the square, Siegler and her party were on high alert, watching the firmly shut grand doors of the hall.

Behind them, throngs of Temple Knights and Heretic Inquisitors were closing in from both sides.

The sudden changes near the Papal Hall today left the citizens baffled, only daring to hide in their homes, waiting for the possible upheaval that may come to the Holy Polante Theocracy.

"Decades of lies must end today."

Grand Justice Elm from the Holy Tribunal drew out his holy staff, his tone icy, his gaze piercing.

As a confidante of Pope Lankros, he now resolutely chose to betray the Pope.

His silver-white plate armor shone brightly under the gloomy sky, his figure embodying righteousness.

Beside him, the armor of the Judgment Court's Heretic Inquisitor emitted a faint red glow, and the Paladin Commander's long spear was already unsheathed.

"Let's kill Lankros, we are not his tools for revenge."

The captain of the Heretic Inquisitors growled, his voice emitting from underneath the helmet, filled with raging fury.

And the real leader, standing before the papal hall with a sword—

Her hand on the hilt, her purple eyes radiating firm and resolute determination, her light-colored long hair fluttering in the fierce wind, like a resplendent flag.

"The Pope has already lost himself due to the 'Spiritual Fissure' left by Rashar, the Third Ancestor. We must stop his vengeance against the Huo Ning Empire. We cannot allow him to continue his madness and cause great disaster. This is our responsibility, and also a continuation of the beliefs he once bestowed upon us!"