Don't Take Away My Human Record Chapter 779: Merogus's Interest in Lanchi - Novel Cool

Chapter 779: Merogus's Interest in Lanchi

Chapter 779: Merogus's Interest in Lanchi

In the Principal's office, an antique bronze lamp stood quietly on the desk, its soft light dispelling the chill of the late hour in Inferno City outside the windows.

Merogus, the Desecrator, sat motionlessly before the principal's seat, her slender back straight as a rod, with a cup of tea by her side.

Her gaze fixed on Lanchi, carrying a hint of underlying interest.

The seemingly calm principal's office had Lisandra swallowing nervously.

She had no idea what the outcome of this silent standoff between the two would be.

She was certain that she was like a small boat on the ocean; should a storm arise, she would be utterly swallowed and crushed.

"Miss Lisandra, please help me bring in my luggage," Lanchi said, seemingly aware of Lisandra's predicament, as he instructed his secretary.

He stepped aside, using his thumb to indicate the corridor outside.

Although Lisandra didn't recognize him in his new demon form, she had indeed recognized her former neighbor from Lis Island.

"Just a moment," Lisandra replied, relieved by Lanchi's apparent consideration for her.

His words, though firm, were clearly intended to protect her.

He had noticed her fear of the Desecrator.

Lisandra's heart raced as she scurried over, only relaxing slightly once she had passed by the principal, relieved that Merogus, the Desecrator, had not taken issue with her.

The Desecrator's attention seemed focused on the new principal, so she paid little mind to the small secretary.

"How intriguing," Merogus murmured, her hand lightly grasping the cup's handle. "It's been many years since someone addressed me as 'miss'."

She, too, had discerned the identity of the visitor.

The new principal of Inferno Corridor Academy.

Seeing his features as a Phantom Demon, there was no doubt in her mind that he had been sent by Kaliyra before her death.

"She is our regent, the Great Demon, Merogus, the Desecrator," Lisandra whispered hastily as she passed by Lanchi with the luggage.

Merogus lounged lazily in the soft armchair, her long legs crossed, the curves of her body accentuated by the black robe. She raised her teacup and took a delicate sip.

Waiting for the new principal to grovel before her.

As expected, the new principal, a Demon Illusionist, was stunned, his mouth hanging slightly open.

"Ma'am, would you mind moving aside?" Lanchi asked, as if realizing that 'miss' might not be the most appropriate address for someone of her age, opting for 'ma'am' instead, his voice carrying a newfound gravity.

"..."

The Desecrator was taken aback.

Usually, if someone addressed her in such a manner, even if it was inappropriate, she wouldn't react.

But judging by the sudden change in this fellow's attitude, it seemed he had a death wish.

"Is that so, Lanchi? Not only did you take on my task, but you also have a thing for older demonesses. Should I commend you for your lack of double standards?" Talia teased him in his mind.

"Master, one should not sell themselves short. Their allure combined pales in comparison to a mere fraction of yours," Lanchi replied solemnly.

You are the only one who is special to me.

That was his unwavering thought.

"You ba..."

Talia nearly swore out loud.

If it weren't for the presence of the powerful and enigmatic general-level demon standing right there, against whom she had to remain vigilant, she would have materialized and pinned Lanchi down to teach him a lesson.

In the principal's office, Merogus, the Desecrator, remained silent for a long moment.

"Ma'am, would you mind moving aside?" Lanchi repeated, a hint of concern in his voice, as if worried that the Desecrator's age might be affecting her hearing.

"..." Merogus set down her cup and shook her head, a slight smile playing at her lips.

She was both amused and exasperated.

She couldn't wait to capture this fellow and subject him to some delightful torture, anticipating the intense pleasure it would bring her.

"Very well, the seat is yours," Merogus said, a cold smile curving her lips as she spoke gently, her eyes as sharp as ice, devoid of warmth as they regarded him.

This new principal, a demon from the countryside or outside the demon world, seemed oblivious to the recent events within the demon realm.

Likely a relative of Kaliyra.

The mere thought of Kaliyra ignited a simmering anger within Merogus.

But Merogus didn't fully step aside.

She sat on the armrest of the chair, her scorpion tail draped high over the backrest, her cold, mocking gaze asking the new principal, "I'm giving you the seat, but do you dare to take it?"

"Thank you," Lanchi said calmly as he walked over and sat down.

Acting as if he didn't notice the Desecrator perched on the armrest.

He had always respected his elders, and this scorpion-tailed lady seemed to have some difficulty with her legs, wishing to lean against his principal's seat for support, which he was more than happy to accommodate.

"..."

The Desecrator studied the principal's face up close.

She had the nagging feeling that beneath his calm exterior, he was thinking something extremely rude.

"Are you truly not afraid of me?" Merogus asked, her scorpion tail swaying as she gestured with its stinger, poised to pierce Lanchi's neck and drain his spinal fluid as nourishment.

Unfazed by this deadly threat, Lanchi remained stoic, unperturbed by the power dynamic between them.

"..."

Merogus, the Desecrator, regarded him with a sideways glance, her emerald green eyes cold and clear.

To her, her murderous intent was a form of love. Cruelty and torture resembled love too closely; one could not control whom they fell in love with, nor could they predict whom they would end up killing.

Yet, this man before her did not flinch or cower from her murderous intent. He seemed to accept it.

She had never encountered a being who seemed to embrace her murderous intent as he did.

"Don't you sense that I can take your life at any moment?" Merogus continued, leaning in slightly.

It was impressive for a demon to remain so composed in her presence.

"Your murderous intent stems from desire, a pursuit of pleasure through extreme actions," Lanchi explained, picking up an ancient tome from the desk as if greeting an old friend. "And before you take my life, you want to understand how much pleasure it will bring you. Until you figure that out, you won't make a move."

"Don't act like you know everything," Merogus retorted, her scorpion tail's stinger hovering mere millimeters from Lanchi's neck, gleaming with a silvery light.

"You're not afraid I might actually do it?" she added, as if displeased that he had seen through her thoughts.

There was something about this male demon—his face, his aura—that pleased her immensely. And the fact that he reminded her of a male version of Kaliyra only added to her growing fascination.

There was a purity in his eyes, a nobility that reminded her of the princess—untouched by the mud, untainted by corruption, someone to be admired from afar but never defiled. Perhaps, he even surpassed the princess in this regard, his purity so intense that Merogus found it difficult to decipher.

If she could, she wouldn't want to end his life so soon.

She wanted to explore further if he truly could understand her unique brand of love.

"If you really wanted to do it, you wouldn't be wasting time talking," Lanchi replied nonchalantly, his attention still on the book.

"..."

Merogus seemed to be testing if he was truly unafraid. Even his heartbeat remained steady, showing no signs of acceleration.

Slowly, she lowered her scorpion tail, deliberately flicking it behind Lanchi as if to emphasize her indifference.

"Intriguing," Merogus murmured. "I'll be back, and we can continue this chat then."

She had found someone who piqued her interest in a way the princess never could.

He was far more fascinating.

She decided to accelerate her plans.

First, she would capture the princess, a mere appetizer, and then she would return to toy with this intriguing man.

With purposeful strides, Merogus exited the principal's office, turning back for one last glance at Lanchi, who remained seated, his hand casually resting on the spine of the book.

The door to the principal's office closed with a soft thud.

Lisandra exhaled a sigh of relief, her hand over her chest as she relaxed her previously tense posture. She had been worried that the new principal would anger Merogus, leading to his swift dismissal and, consequently, her bearing the brunt of the Desecrator's wrath for her association with him.

Thankfully, the new principal was calmer than she had anticipated.

"Thank you so much for helping me out of that situation, Principal," Lisandra said, regaining her professional demeanor and bowing politely before the desk.

"It's a small matter. It's my duty," Lanchi replied, his gaze still fixed on the ancient book he had been reading.

The last time he had been in the Shadow World, at the end of his time in the Inferno Corridor Academy, he had been reading the same book.

He had not finished the last few pages before his time ran out.

Now, he finally had the opportunity to finish it in the privacy of his own office.

Moreover, he did not wish to engage in any untoward behavior within the principal's office. It was a place where etiquette and decorum were to be strictly observed.

"By the way, where's Sigil?" Talia's voice echoed in Lanchi's mind.

Upon entering the Demon World, Talia had suggested that she go off on her own to take care of some matters, and so she had released her physical form.

After all, appearing as the Fallen Kaliyra in the Demon World would have drawn too much unwanted attention from other demons.

Lanchi, too, had transformed from his Black Sun appearance to that of a Phantom Demon, seamlessly blending the remnants of Kaliyra's magic to create a new image that closely resembled her. Sigil had disguised herself as a wolf demon.

"Hmm, where did Sigil go?" Lanchi wondered aloud as he put down the book and walked to the door, opening it to peer into the hallway beyond. Sigil was nowhere to be seen.

She should have followed him into the office immediately, but she was also absent from the corridor.

"Do you think she got lost?" Talia asked, concerned about their companion.

This Maze of Vestibules left her feeling dizzy, and if it weren't for Lanchi's familiarity with the route, Talia wouldn't know how long it would take to reach the Principal's office.

"Come on, this kid has a good sense of direction. She's not an idiot who gets lost!"

Lanchi held his head in his hands.

He wasn't paying attention, and Sigil had wandered off in the corridors.

The structure of the Inferno Corridor Academy changed periodically, and if one didn't grasp the pattern, it was easy to turn a corner and enter two completely different corridors.

Sigil had been following him, and she disappeared after they turned a corner.

This made Lanchi feel that Sigil had somehow turned into a completely different person as she grew up.

"How do you take care of a child? If you ever have a child, will you let them wander off too? How can I trust you to take care of my child?"

Talia questioned him anxiously.

"Master, I can't hold Sigil's hand everywhere I go, can I?"

Lanchi countered.

Sigil was a grown woman; it wouldn't be appropriate to hold her hand. In the northern continent, there was a street in the Protoss Empire of Helrom that twisted space, and it was easy to be teleported to a random location in the city if one wasn't careful. While the Inferno Corridor Academy was similar, it wasn't to the extent that one had to hold hands to stay together.

He and Shubelian had walked down so many paths in the corridors without holding hands.

"I suppose so."

Talia agreed.

Lanchi could only hold hands with his master, Talia, and even in Pari, she might not be willing to let him hold her hand.

"It's not a big deal."

Lanchi pinched the bridge of his nose,

"Sigil is basically safe anywhere in this school."

At eleven years old, the young Sigil was already capable of defeating a Sixth Rank being at night. Now, in her twenties, Lanchi dared not imagine how powerful she was.

Leaving her in the Inferno Corridor Academy, a beginner Fourth Rank shadow world, was like letting a bull loose in a china shop.

However, Sigil had said that wherever she was, he only needed to call her name, and no matter how far away she was, she would sense his call and come to him as quickly as possible.

As a martial artist, Sigil's ability to sense qi was extraordinarily strong.

Lanchi returned to his seat.

Seeing the principal return,

"Um, Principal..."

Lisandra stood across the desk, her feet fidgeting nervously.

She seemed to have something on her mind.

"What's going on with the school?"

Lanchi asked.

"Desecrator Merogus wants to capture Princess Shubelian in the school, so that's why it's in such an uproar. Can you please help the princess?"

Lisandra closed her eyes tightly, pleading like a prayer.

The new principal had no reason to go against the Desecrator, nor to help Princess Shubelian.

The only hope was that he was a relative of Kaliyra and would be willing to help the princess for Kaliyra's sake.

"!"

Lanchi seemed to understand in an instant why the atmosphere in the school was so oppressive. On his way to the principal's office, he hadn't seen any students or teachers.

"You stay in the principal's office and hide. I'll go and stop the Desecrator."

He immediately stood up and strode towards the door.

"She's very dangerous, even if you can control the school's barrier. After becoming the regent, she will soon break through to the Ninth Rank with the power of faith, and she is definitely at the peak of the Eighth Rank now! Moreover, she has the Sixth Seal Demon Clan's suppression effect on other demons."

Lisandra followed behind, her surprise mixed with worry as she spoke to the new principal.

Although they didn't know how strong the new principal was, there was no doubt that no demon in the demon world could stand against the Desecrator Merogus.

Controlling the princess and the regime was necessary for the Desecrator to continuously gain power from the faith of her followers.

Even if the Desecrator treated the new principal friendly, she wouldn't negotiate on this matter.

"Peak Eighth Rank?"

Lanchi listened to Lisandra's words, his pace unchanged.

That would be around level 89.

Probably stronger than a Cardinal.

"So, you..."

"Lisandra, it's me, I'm back."

Before Lisandra could finish, Lanchi turned to her and said.

His eyes held understanding and acceptance, as if among all the people in the world, only you deserved his special respect.

His voice had also changed back to the one she knew, the voice of the coachman, Rocky Maccassi, who had driven her around Nicaris Bay.

"Maccassi?!"

Lisandra's eyelashes trembled, her vision blurry.

Her body shook slightly, and she stopped in her tracks.

She became teary-eyed.

Then she nodded vigorously and, following the new principal's instructions, ran back to the principal's office.

If it was him, if it was this man.

Then he would surely be able to save the princess from any danger.

(End of Chapter)

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