Lanchi's Compromise on How He Was Addressed

The clock in the Silver Palace ticked away as the three people and one cat chatted for quite a while.

Lanchi was still trying to communicate with Ifatia.

"But Ifatia, Duke Migaiya is my senior. If you call me Big Brother, wouldn't that lower his seniority too?"

There was nothing urgent to deal with tonight, so neither Lanchi nor Talia was in a hurry to leave.

"His seniority is already lower than yours. You just have to marry my sister."

Ifatia pointed at her sister and stated the facts.

"Let's set that premise aside first. What would our seniority be like right now?"

Lanchi felt that the demons' domineering logic was flawed. How could they state the conclusion first and only then bring up the assumption?

"Uh, you're still Big Brother."

Ifatia replied.

"Why?"

Lanchi's eyes widened.

"Because my sister's boyfriend should also be called Big Brother."

Ifatia answered seriously.

Lanchi clutched his head.

"Give up, Lanchi. The Demon King found quite a few demon tutors for Ifatia back then, but she drove every last one of them crazy."

Talia knew that her younger sister was not stupid, but excessively clever. No one could easily change the way she thought.

Perhaps the renowned teacher Lanchi, who had once served as the Purgatory Corridor Academy Principal, had a chance of persuading Ifatia, but it would be difficult in the short term.

"Ifatia, what are you going to do about the wounds on your body?"

Standing behind Ifatia with both hands on her sister's shoulders, Talia asked her.

What she cared about most was her sister's physical condition.

Just thinking about her sister having to endure an inescapable burning sensation twenty-four hours a day made Talia want to live beside her and care for Ifatia every day.

But she also shouldered the