Lanchi Also Knew the Charm of an Eight-Hundred-Year Vintage

In the reception room deep within the countess's manor.

The night was already deep, yet the moonlight appeared exceptionally clear.

Countess Rosalinda sat at one end of the sofa, while Lanchi and Talia sat at the other.

When Talia heard Rosalinda's words, her eyes grew somewhat unnatural, but her expression remained unchanged.

She knew that Countess Rosalinda's romantic rival—the unshakable primary consort among the demons—was her younger sister, Ifatia.

"Please, continue."

Lanchi had received professional training, so whenever he listened to a story, he always remained serious and composed.

A loser's hysteria could indeed make people laugh involuntarily, but that only accounted for an insignificant part of it.

"Who knows how old that woman really is? She truly doesn't age, but that doesn't mean she's actually young."

Tears welled up in the corners of Countess Rosalinda's eyes as she began telling the two of them,

"Every time I see her sit down and immediately lie back on the sofa, resting her head on Mi Gaiya's lap, I feel as if there are cats clawing at my heart. Besides eating, she practically spends all twenty-four hours of the day enjoying herself with her eyes closed. She even makes Mi Gaiya carry her when she walks."

She had clearly tried her best, yet she still couldn't compete with that demon in the slightest. Mi Gaiya had been captured by her before she even noticed, leaving her utterly unable to understand.

"..."

Lanchi turned his head and looked at Talia.

Your sister really is something. Does Hughberlian know she's like this?

Talia gently shook her head.

Hughberlian doesn't know.

Talia didn't dare shatter Hughberlian's fantasy of her mother.

If they really brought Ifatia back, Ifatia would probably demand that Hughberlian take care of her. It would be difficult to tell which of them