Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 1062 - 766: Sigrid the Master of Recognizing Paths_2

The result was that a single sentence made Siegler unhappy, and she left resolutely, not willing to put up with the trivialities of wartime finance.

"Didn’t you realize last time?"

Siegler wasn’t angry about Lanci’s evaluation of her because she was confident in herself. Even if she were a boy, the Saint Heir should like her; their bond had long transcended gender.

"Twelve years ago, I didn’t like people wasting my time, and of course, I liked your contemptuous attitude even less. If it weren’t because the offer was high, I wouldn’t have bothered to come see a client like you after several intermediaries, Lord Rocky—"

Siegler candidly conveyed her thoughts at the time, her voice intentionally drawn out and prolonged.

"Would you still have been so discourteous to me if you had known I was the prime minister back then?"

Lanci relived the past and couldn’t help chatting more with Siegler.

After these twenty-one days, they might never see each other again.

Siegler, more than a decade later, had changed a bit but was still fascinating.

"The same, why should I live like a beggar? I won’t speak subserviently to anyone unless there is no ’unless.’"

Siegler, adopting a pose befitting the Powerful Ones, crossed her arms and spoke with particular arrogance.

The half sentence that she added hung in the air, unfinished, as if such a circumstance didn’t exist.

"You clearly have no reverence towards me as the Pope."

Lanci sighed and shook his head.

When he was the prime minister of the Polante Empire, Siegler treated him with no ceremony.

Now that he had become the Pope of the Holy Polante Theocracy, it was much the same.

"Do you know what I like most about you?"

Siegler abruptly asked.

"What?"

Lanci inquired of Siegler.

"Even in high positions, you aren’t aloof like those important figures; instead, you blend in with me, treating me as an equal at all times, as if you were another version of myself."

Siegler revealed her thoughts,

"So really, between us, do we need all those rules and regulations?"

She grinned, leaned in, and bumped Lanci’s shoulder with hers before quickly walking away, signaling for him to follow her and start their journey.

Lanci touched his shoulder, tilted his head, and then followed her.

...

That night.

Hours on the road passed in a blink.

On the snowy plains under the night sky in the northern part of the Polante Empire, a girl wearing a beret drove a sleigh, her demeanor cool and proficient, blending beautifully with the icy world.

Ahead of the sleigh, three Mystical Deer from the Snowfield galloped across the snow, their hooves kicking up clouds of snow like they were drawing nature’s roadmap on the snowfield.

After leaving with Lanci in the afternoon, Siegler had swiftly arrived at the northernmost part of the Jiao Country through the Holy Spirit Lante Church’s airspace.

Everything was familiar.

The boundary of the Northern Border had changed greatly from twelve years ago.

Yet, as the two embarked on the same journey once again, they felt like seasoned travelers, as if it weren’t only their second trip together.

Having rented a Magical Beast fastest for traversing the Land of Perpetual Night, Siegler then left the borders of the Holy Polante Theocracy with Lanci and Calila, who was waiting for them.

In the cold wind, Siegler remained composed; the reindeer whip she held swung gently, emitting intermittent sounds.

John sat in the back, silently next to Talia.

Lanci seemed helpless; after so many years, she still hadn’t kicked her bad habits of not feeling comfortable unless chatting with passengers while driving.

The only relief was that Siegler swore no more.

"And look at this road, isn’t it..."

He continually looked up, comparing the map with the mountain heights, feeling that something was amiss.

"Don’t worry, darling, nothing unexpected will happen with me here."

Siegler, still not focusing on the road ahead, spoke to Lanci.

She was teaching Lanci how to speed through the Land of Perpetual Night.

"Hmm..."

Lanci pondered for a while, thinking Siegler’s use of "darling" sounded a bit strange.

"Wait, Siegler, wouldn’t you like to look at the map?"

He leaned forward, showing the map to Siegler in the front row, pointing out what he thought were issues.

"Look, the latitude line here is clearly different from our current position. We should head northwest instead of continuing straight, otherwise, we will plunge off a cliff..."

Lanci’s voice grew more hesitant as he felt Siegler might not be listening to him.

Looking up again, he met Siegler’s pure, pearl-like purple eyes, realizing she had never cared about the map but was observing his face.

"What’s wrong with my face?"

Lanci touched his cheek, feeling no snow seeds, and asked Siegler.

"That instant of eye contact..."

Siegler finally slowly shifted her gaze to the map, muttering to herself.

She needed to restrain herself.

"..."

Lanci watched Siegler’s absent-minded manner towards the map, not understanding her words.

He looked into the distance again.

A foreboding feeling arose in Lanci’s heart.

Firstly, the terrain of the Land of Perpetual Night had changed significantly over the last twelve years.

Secondly, since Siegler had been studying in the Demon World for a few years and then worked in the Church upon returning to Polante, she had not guided through the Land of Perpetual Night for a long time.

"I’ve been wanting to try driving a snow sled drawn by Mystical Deer; how about this, you move to the back and rest, and I’ll drive for a while."

Lanci spoke to Siegler very politely.

"Alright, if you want to work for me, I don’t mind."

Siegler was not stubborn.

If the miserable boss wanted to drive himself, who was she to refuse as a driver.

Early in the morning when she had arrived in Nanwantina, she heard about a so-called Wilford Chamber of Commerce heir always engaging in loss-making deals and nearly ruining the family business.

"Are you thinking of something impolite?"

Lanci, seeing Siegler’s half-smiling expression, asked her.

"How could I."

Siegler tightened the reins, her reply lacking genuine interest.

A spendthrift Saint Heir could be quite beneficial too.

When the family wealth is exhausted, he might have to marry into a family, after all.