Don't Take Away My Human Record Chapter 13: Lanchi Embarks on a Journey - Novel Cool

Chapter 13: Lanchi Embarks on a Journey

Chapter 13: Lanchi Embarks on a Journey

After Lanchi finished explaining the intricacies of the deal, he added, "Starting tomorrow, I'll teach you card crafting."

Without much hesitation, Talia agreed to Lanchi's proposal. "Alright, by tomorrow, I'll also have your identity within the mansion ready. You can choose between the roles of a maid or a butler..."

"Butler." Talia interrupted with a cold tone before Lanchi could finish his sentence.

Lanchi nodded vigorously, not daring to provoke her anger. Although he felt that his reaction might have been a bit timid, and he was certain that Talia wouldn't harm him easily now, there was still an absolute gap between them as a human and a creature. Being in close proximity to Talia still made Lanchi feel a bit afraid.

In this world's demonology research books, it was written: "Demons kill humans without reason or remorse." They act on their whims and desires without hesitation.

At this moment, although Talia's behavior seemed no different from that of a human, her true nature remained hidden, concealing her violent and cruel instincts as she attempted to blend into human society.

Even though his actions could be likened to petting a tiger and asking for trouble, there was no need to provoke this tigress unnecessarily and set himself up for disaster.

Yes, if he were a kind little cat, then Talia was indeed like a tigress. Even if the tiger promised not to harm the cat, the little cat would still tremble in fear by its side.

As these thoughts crossed Lanchi's mind, a subtle, barely noticeable smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

However, this slight change did not go unnoticed by Talia, and she furrowed her brows slightly. She felt that the human boy was thinking of something terribly annoying, but she had no evidence to support her intuition.

"Then, I look forward to your guidance, Teacher Tara," Lanchi said, his voice clear and cheerful, his face still bearing that harmless smile.

The address seemed to make Talia feel a little uncomfortable, but as usual, she ignored Lanchi. However, this time, she neither denied nor objected to their teacher-student relationship.

...

A month and a half later, on a morning that signaled the end of a scorching summer and the arrival of autumn, the sun awakened the earth with its rays, accompanied by the gentle sound of dew drops.

The morning light, like soft golden feathers, brushed gently over the deep gray platform and cold metal rails, infusing them with a hint of warmth and softness.

At the magic-powered rail station in the border city-state of South Van Tina, travelers bustled about.

Here, fellow travelers parted ways or converged, each embarking on their own unique journey. The idle chats of companions waiting for their trains, the heartfelt farewells of those seeing off loved ones, and the announcements of arriving and departing trains blended together into a melody unique to this space.

On one side of the platform, Hans, the butler, handed a suitcase to Lanchi, who took it with steady hands.

"Thank you, Hans," Lanchi said with a smile.

"Take care of yourself, Young Master Lanchi," the butler replied, his voice deep as always, but now with a hint of gentleness.

With Noel away in another province, Hans was the one to see the young master off on behalf of his father.

With two weeks left until the start of the new term, Lanchi and Talia had arrived at the station. Today, they would be departing from the South Van Tina border city-state, venturing into the heart of the Kingdom of Horton, toward the royal capital, Icariot.

Traveling to the royal capital by magic-powered rail would take more than a day.

Once they arrived, they would rest for three days before taking the entrance exam.

"Have a safe journey, Young Master Lanchi!" The maid couldn't hide her concern, but her words were filled with melancholy. "It's best if you don't come back anytime soon. If Noel finds out that you've stolen the ancient family heirloom, he certainly won't let you off the hook..."

Normally,

the mischief Lanchi had caused in town would only have made Noel feel troubled.

But if Noel were to discover that Lanchi had lost the family's treasured heirloom, the 'Poem of Compassion,' he would be absolutely furious.

These past two months, Lanchi's cheerful and easy-going nature had caused the mansion's staff to view him in a new light, and they gradually became more amiable towards him. Francine, the maid who had gotten along with him the best from the start, now spoke to him without her usual timidity.

"It's nothing serious."

Lanchi's smile remained unchanged, as if he could put everyone who cared about him at ease.

If his father, Noel, could see the magic card he and Talia had made using the Poem of Compassion, he would surely be so shocked that he would fall back into his chair.

He wouldn't blame him, though.

Butler Hans, with an air of nonchalance, shook his head slightly as he listened to the conversation between Lanchi and Francine. He had a pretty good idea why Lanchi seemed so confident despite the situation.

Then he turned his gaze to Talia, who stood behind Lanchi, now dressed entirely differently.

Her tailored jacket and the silk necktie she wore with her dress made her look elegant and refined.

Without her dirty, vagabond-like appearance, Talia shone like a newly polished gem.

"Take care of Miss Tata, please," Hans said sincerely.

When he had first tracked down Talia based on Lanchi's drawing, the butler had been incredibly surprised that the foolish young master would take a liking to such a powerful and dangerous woman.

But seeing how well Lanchi and Talia got along, Hans gradually put his worries aside.

"..."

Talia didn't respond, but she gave a slight nod.

Although she appeared to be around the same age as Lanchi, her composure and icy demeanor made her seem more mature than him.

Since she had accepted the payment, she would strictly fulfill the terms of the deal, whether it was protecting Lanchi from harm or being his teacher.

In this brief moment of silence, a blurry outline appeared at the end of the track, accompanied by the sound of a whistle.

Soon, the vibrations on the tracks intensified, and a deep rumbling filled the air as the shape of the train became clearer, its metal body glinting in the sunlight.

The lights at the front of the train grew brighter, piercing through the layers of morning mist as the steel behemoth made its way towards its destination.

Lanchi took out his ticket and glanced at it, mentally noting the seats he and Talia would be looking for.

Just as he was about to bid farewell.

Butler Hans suddenly looked like he had remembered something, a slight curve forming at the corners of his mouth as he spoke: "But speaking of which, it's a shame that Miss Tata didn't get to see the portrait in Young Master's room before they left..."

"Ahem!"

But before the mischievous butler could finish his sentence with "what a pity," Lanchi quickly coughed twice to interrupt him.

Lanchi was certain that the butler meant no harm, but he definitely didn't have good intentions!

"What portrait?" Talia asked, turning to Lanchi.

Lanchi's heart raced, but his expression remained calm and steady as he replied, "It's a portrait of a poor, pitiful old lady, one of my early works. But Hans and Francine seem to appreciate it quite a bit..."

At that moment, the train, with its deep gray and reddish-brown colors, roared into the station, its braking and wheel-screeching noises blending with Lanchi's words.

The train gradually slowed down until it came to a complete stop.

Since it had nothing to do with her, Talia lost interest in the topic and turned her gaze away from Lanchi.

The warm light from the train windows illuminated the faces of the passengers inside, and the doors slowly opened, releasing a gust of cool air from the carriage.

Meanwhile, the travelers on the platform began to move towards the doors.

Amidst the bustling crowd, Lanchi breathed a sigh of relief. Thankfully, his quick thinking had gotten him out of that tricky situation. Next time he returned, he would have to hide that painting well so that Talia wouldn't discover that the poor, pitiful old woman in the portrait was actually her.

"Well, I'm off," Lanchi said with a smile, waving goodbye to the butler and the maid. He turned and stepped into the train carriage.

(End of Chapter)

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