Lanchi luckily didn't study journalism

Lanchi felt an invisible hand gently stroke his neck, and whatever happened next probably depended on his subsequent performance.

After Lanchi's full-hearted repentance, the sensation on his neck gradually vanished.

If you dare let your mind wander like that about me again, you can prepare yourself to be my footstool.

Talia withdrew her mana, her cool mental voice echoing in Lanchi's mind.

Even when she was not in a summoned state, she could use Mental Magic to keep Lanchi in check.

This guy had really been getting more and more out of hand lately.

Sooner or later, she was going to have to teach him a lesson he would never forget for the rest of his life!

"Just how obsessed are you with putting me in a submission hold?"

Lanchi didn't understand. Every time Talia got angry, she would knock him flat on his back without another word, leaving him no time to reason with her.

She simply didn't give people a chance to speak.

"In the Demon Realm, this represents one's status. For the rest of our lives, the difference in our status will be just like what I demonstrate to you every time. If you aren't convinced, just find a day you have the ability to pin me to the ground."

Talia chuckled fearlessly, as if mocking Lanchi's weakness.

The two of them exchanged several sentences with each other in their minds in an instant.

It was a quarrel without speaking, and telepathic communication was, to a certain extent, much more convenient.

Ever since they arrived in the Bosen Kingdom together, taking long-distance transportation meant that maintaining Talia's summoned state the entire time would be too heavy a burden for Lanchi.

The city was too huge. Situated in the southern part of the Bosen Kingdom and spanning across