Lanchi and Talia's Mysterious Chemistry

Sunday morning.

Lanchi and Talia had no work scheduled today, so they went out after breakfast.

This time, Talia seemed to have chosen to accommodate Lanchi, letting him sleep until he woke naturally without disturbing him.

At nine o'clock, Pariel was like a girl kissed by dew and sunlight—fresh and full of vitality. Crystal-clear dewdrops still clung to the leaves of the sycamore trees lining both sides of the streets, glittering in the light.

"Phooah... I'm still so tired."

Lanchi rubbed his eyes, yawned, and made an unintelligible sound.

Starting from the Platinum Forest Palace Mental Hotel where they were staying, they passed through several winding, narrow alleys and followed the cultural district toward Serena Riverbank. Soon, the ancient bridges built hundreds of years ago came into view.

As far as the eye could see, the river glittered beneath the morning sun. Boats occasionally passed by, leaving ripples in their wake.

"So stop asking me to do things. I'm the one who puts in the effort, and you're the one who ends up exhausted."

Talia spread her palms.

"But honestly, this body is exceptionally convenient for me right now. It never seems to get tired."

As long as she received a steady supply of mana from her host, she was like a peculiar life-form existing somewhere between a physical body and a magical one. The moment she woke up, she was refreshed and in peak condition.

"Let me go home and take a nap at noon. In the afternoon, I'll take you out to try some restaurants."

Lanchi made the suggestion while looking at the endlessly energetic Talia.

Ever since the Poet of Great Love had become Talia, every day for him had felt like weighted training.

Moreover, after coming to the Flower Capital Pariel, the two of them had,