At the Heartbeat Plaza of Nanwantina, a mid-afternoon breeze swept by, the murmur of the flowing canal sounded soothingly pleasant.
"Oh no! It's a miracle!"
Lanci was walking by the river with his hands on his head, his voice was slightly higher in pitch.
"You…"
Upon hearing this, Talia's blood pressure soared, and she clenched her fists.
Though she couldn't understand the mysterious language Lanci suddenly spoke, she could guess his thoughts from his tone!
In this summer, Lanci began to feel a familiar chill.
"I'm sorry, you're the real Tata."
Lanci conceded in an instant, showing a considerable amount of respect to Talia with a bow.
Talia kept a cold face, not wanting to interact with Lanci.
This fellow deserves to die, there's no need to treat him nicely.
"..."
Hyperion looked back and forth at the two of them, who were no longer talking to each other, feeling strange.