Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

She had already finished the performance and, upon returning, picked up Siegler, caressing the back of Siegler's head as if coaxing her to sleep.

It was clear that everyone was very exhausted.

After the battle, Tolyado was the most spirited.

Talia was next, still having energy to care for others, as if her stamina wasn't her own that was depleted.

"But how does she manage to go from being an idol straight off stage to taking care of children?"

Abigail hesitated to speak, as she couldn't comprehend it.

Now, two kilometers south of the battlefield beyond the barrier was much emptier.

Most reporters rushed over to capture Loren.

The War Gods who had previously chosen to stand with them were already gone after a brief farewell, leaving this chaotic area.

The Tenth War God, Red Tourmaline Julius, probably went to the Divine Descendant Hall to find the Sixth War God, Shuicang Jade Wellet, while Lanci, just pulled back by Tolyado through a Spatial Gate, retrieved the Diamond Key from Hesintos.

And the Ninth War God, Amethyst Ryan, the Second War God, Obsidian Salon, and the Twelfth War God, Cat's Eye Bianca, probably all went along together.

In the commemorative scenes Abigail was capturing, a few eye-catching figures soon appeared again.

"Our loving family of Demons can finally return to Ichrite Academy!"

Migaya and Isatia, along with several from the Great Demon Clan, were chatting happily.

"By the way, Duke Migaya, what exactly is hidden in the secret chamber beneath the Duke's Mansion? Hugh, Hyperion, and I tried solving it for a long time but couldn't. Can we continue exploring when we return?"

Antanas thought that the most fun thing in the Hutton Kingdom was exploring beneath the Duke's Mansion.

If he couldn't finish playing with Hyperion and Sinola, it would be such a pity.

"Of course, no problem, feel free to come and play at home."

Migaya's calm face suddenly turned pale.

He hadn't returned home for two years.

The house was almost stolen.

"...Duke, what's wrong? Were you injured in the recent battle? Oh, pardon our intrusion, I heard from Hyperion that it might contain clues to your whereabouts, so we tried to break the barrier."

Antanas looked at Migaya, explaining with concern.

There were even rumors from unscrupulous media saying that inside were items related to the Night Bishop, which was why the restrictions at the Duke's Mansion were so complex, easy to catch the eyes of those with ill intentions.

"What's inside are just my things, unrelated to Migaya, fortunately you didn't open it, otherwise it would be easy to misunderstand, ah hahaha."

Isatia quickly stood in front of Migaya, speaking to Antanas.

The noise and commotion here.

Not far away, Lanci sat down on the ground again, as if he didn't even have the strength to stand.

Only Lanci was the quietest at this moment, and he was rather exhausted.

Today, he was the only one who fought from beginning to end, carrying the most pressure, now with the tight nerves relaxing, the dual pressures of spirit and physical strength made him appear extremely weary.

He held the unconditional trust of everyone while also bearing the lives of everyone, any error in judgment could lead to the complete collapse of the situation.

The seemingly composed Lanci actually bore a burden he once described as "all responsibilities shouldn't be divided, he alone would bear them" as the command tower.

Having been a Commander in Blood Moon City, Abigail deeply understood the kind of resolve Lanci had, commanding everyone risking their lives for him.

"Forget it, this guy needs a good rest, let's not disturb him."

Viewing Lanci's working state, Abigail always worried that he was too driven, fearing he might collapse from overwork.

Ever since Lanci came to the Cerryti Empire, having taken over Landry's identity, he worked tirelessly almost without a break from dawn to night.

People in this world who know what they want to do are really lucky, for they'll never feel the pains of working a day in their life, but there are others, a very small number of people, and it's unknown if they are lucky, who find something they must do, something they are obsessed with, something that would drive them mad if they didn't do it.

And Lanci is evidently that kind of person.

He's the one who needs rest the most.

"Lanci!"

Instead of pulling Lanci up, Hyperion jumped over and leaned on his shoulder, resting lazily beside him.

It had been a long time since they enjoyed such a complete relaxation and leisure.

"The goal we set out for ourselves at the start has now been fulfilled."

Lanci slightly smiled, looking down at his right hand, recalling all the pain Lankros experienced in the Shadow World, and the Witch Miss whom Lankros could never find again.

Now, it seemed to be the elusive peace Lankros desired, something he could never obtain through many hardships.

Lanci clenched his fist, feeling the warmth in his palm, which made him acutely aware of life's preciousness.

"Fate has been altered."

Hyperion pressed hard against Lanci, bantering as if trying to topple him with her back.

From the beginning, they shared in each other's fortunes and woes, and now their misfortunes have been unraveled, with the Blood Clan's murderous intent and the South Continent's gloom swept away.

"Yeah, Hyperion, you've become quite heavy now too."

Lanci replied with a helpless smile to Hyperion.

Even without looking at Hyperion's face, he could sense Hyperion's excitement, she seemed to want to transfer some of her energy to him through touch.

"Oh, my."

Abigail captured their expressions and uttered a sigh.

They turned their heads simultaneously to find Abigail filming the two of them.

"Should we make a peace sign?"

Hyperion didn't dodge this time; rather than feeling shy from being so close to Lanci, she boldly raised her hand.

"No need, the way you two interact while chatting is just perfect."

Abigail gave them a thumbs up.

She thought she might have found her Half-Witch actress.

"I have a question."

Abigail suddenly said.

"Feel free to ask."

Lanci nodded to Abigail.

"What plans does Lanci have for the future?"

Abigail inquired.

She'd spent some time listening to Tolyado tell stories about Rocky McCarthy.

Now that Lanci's mission was finally complete, he might continue to do the work he loves, much like how he spoke presidentially in the Protean Empire, but there was also a possibility he might retire gloriously.

"I'm very looking forward to my holiday."

Lanci answered without much thought.

No matter what, he wants to return to Ichrite.

"In addition, as before, I will continue to strive until I become Ichrite."

The Purgatory Corridor Academy is gone now.

That was a beautiful dream a thousand years ago.

But unlike before, he found something he truly wanted, something that wouldn't drive him mad if left unfulfilled.

"Just like before, I will keep supporting you."

Hyperion was delighted and said so excitedly.

"Lanci, let's go."

Antanas called from over there, and he, together with Talia, walked over to join.

Their bags were already packed.

Talia was whispering softly to Loren with a hint of excitement.

"Maybe we can think about buying a house when we go back to Hutton."

For sure, this time their return had shown the beauty of a world illuminated by light, no Blood Clan, no danger, only home.

"Let's go home." Talia smiled and held his hand, as if confirming every promise they'd ever made.