Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

The initial sound seemed to come from the horizon, carrying gentle and hazy echoes.

Her singing did not directly shock, but rather flowed gently like a trickling stream, gradually filling Brilda.

People who had been watching the battle anxiously were now involuntarily gazing at her figure.

Her singing seemed to possess a kind of magic, drawing their attention.

The giant screen between the buildings in Brilda's northern commercial district's Voice of Truth group was taller than any other screen, almost covering the entire building. Talia's image was magnified countless times, as if she was truly standing atop those buildings, overlooking her city's citizens.

The songstress's voice became clearer and clearer, gradually ceasing to be just a background whisper and instead becoming droplets striking a calm lake, beginning to stir ripples.

The timbre penetrated the city's high walls and enclosed glass, cleansing the atmosphere with its melody, each piece of air tinged with this song's brilliance, wrapping Brilda in an invisible wave of sound at this moment.

「♫ This struggle is not without meaning~」

Whether in the tower at great heights or in underground shelters, whether busy Imperial Army or street wanderers, even audiences from all over the northern part of the South Continent could hear this mysterious melody—that was a borderless, language-free ballad, directly resonating with the soul.

「♫ It is you who made me understand the meaning of my name~」

As Talia's voice gradually reached its peak, the entire city's sky began to undergo subtle changes.

Originally calm, the snowy sky suddenly twinkled with little lights, which were not stars but fragments of dreams. They floated like fireflies in the sky, weaving a tapestry of light, dancing, spinning with the music in the sky.

Talia's singing reached its climax, her eyes full of hope, despair, compassion, and endless emotions on the screen, gazing directly at this South Continent wrapped in the flames of war.

Her gaze was both firm and gentle, as if she could stare directly into the soul of every observer.

The Mad Love Demon King's voice resounded not only in every corner of Brilda but also in the Holy Strie Barrier.

A storm of unimaginable transformation brewed within the Crystal Sky Barrier, as if about to upheave and reverse between dreams and reality!

"Ahhhh!!"

In the midst of Hesintos battle, his state suddenly turned frenzied, losing sanity as his vision flickered, feeling like he had slammed into a wall, his eyes continuously seeing gold stars, blood vessels in his brain near to bursting, unable to regain clear consciousness.

Immediately, Loren's attack followed closely, hitting the debilitated and exposed Hesintos!

...

Ichrite Academy, the entire Jera Memorial Square erupted in cheers.

Every tree and fallen leaf, even every gust of wind seemed to be swayed, shaking with the wind.

Even the people around the square, whether stern professors, lively students, or service staff, watched this sudden performance and simultaneous battle, excitedly shouting and jumping.

On the screen—

Thus Hesintos fell to his knees, unable to stand up.

As if completely controlled by a spirit spell, he was pressed and beaten solely by Loren!

"Did you see this Demon Race songstress... Was it her voice that controlled Hesintos?"

A student asked blankly.

"So beautiful..."

"Just like the Great Love Poet of Lanci in those days."

Professor Lorne, Vice President of Sage Academy, also came to the side of the square at this time, watching the assisting White Robed Pope in the image and the suddenly appearing songstress, feeling familiar.

Except for his colleague Loren, everyone seemed like acquaintances.

"Why does this fighting style feel so familiar?"

Teacher Teresa, following the Vice President, felt the same.

She knew everyone wanted to talk about Lanci.

Back then, she assisted Lanci in enrolling, watching this student step by step manipulate Dean Loren's life.

There shouldn't be the need to make Loren suffer, directly turning him into Luo Tianyi after this battle?

Thinking about it, Teresa was still unable to believe whether the White Robed Pope was Lanci.

And the Demon Race summoned by the White Robed Pope clearly had a very different, even completely opposite, aura from the Great Love Poet.

The Enigmatic Beauty wore the Veil of the Fallen Heaven, her appearance elusive yet supremely beautiful.

"Lanci? Great Love Poet?"

More and more people around began discussing Lanci and the Great Love Poet, some first-year freshmen at Ichrite Academy had heard these names this year but did not know who they specifically were.

"That is your most powerful senior, together with his legendary summon, when enrolling he made Examiner Felat suffer a brain hemorrhage."

Many upper-year students started explaining this legend of Sage Academy.

The core of the legendary summoner Lanci's system is the Great Love Poet, which perfectly complements the Lanci Clan most skilled at agitating enemies, but the Great Love Poet can also indiscriminately devour allies and foes, being a terrible card capable of devouring its master. Without a sufficiently firm mind, one would directly fall prey to the allure and emotional amplification of the Great Love Poet, becoming a puppet to her whims.

They had long watched Lanci's Shadow World challenges, only ever seeing him destabilize others' psyches, never witnessing Lanci experience any emotional changes due to the Great Love Poet; thus, this person and card encountered together, freely exercising, gallantly racing without paying any price.