In Talia's attic cottage, Lanchi and Hughberlian sat at the table while Talia reclined against the armrest of her lounge chair. A small round tea table beside her held a steaming cup of lemon tea.
There was exactly one chair for everyone in the house, no more and no less. The tableware and other items were all neatly stored away, and now and then, the faint fragrance of pastries drifted through the air.
"Don't corrupt Hughberlian."
Talia glanced at Lanchi unhappily as she spoke.
Although, as a demon, she had no business accusing a human of corrupting a half-demon, no matter how she thought about it, she still felt she was right.
She hadn't spent the past few decades observing and imitating humans for nothing.
"...Tata, let me ask you something. What magic have you taught Hughberlian lately?"
Lanchi hesitated briefly before asking.
"..."
Talia fell silent, then turned her face away, no longer wanting to deal with Lanchi.
It wasn't because his magic was useful. It was merely easier to teach Hughberlian, that was all.
Beside Lanchi, Hughberlian ate cake on her own while listening to Lanchi and Tata's everyday conversation.
Sometimes, she couldn't tell whether Lanchi and Tata were bickering or simply chatting normally. Either way, that was just how the two of them interacted.
She wondered whether, after she and Lanchi spent so long in the Northern Continent, Tata would feel lonely staying home alone in such a quiet house.
But Lanchi had indeed guessed correctly. The first magic Tata had taught her over the past month was Basic Etiquette and Friendly Exchange.
Her affinity for spirit and curses was exceptional, while her affinity for poison and darkness was excellent as well. On top of that, the magic Lanchi had created incorporated both human magic text and