"Why did you stop talking?"
"...I need to read more before I can give an objective evaluation of Miss Talia."
Just imagining Talia sitting in an armchair, reading the newspaper, eating pastries, and drinking tea made Lanchi a little afraid of shattering Zestira's fantasy.
She really was different from other demons. Her greatest desire was to eat. It was only because of the dignity expected of a princess that she had never let the other demons find out. In their eyes, she was practically a flawless Saint Demon, having completely eliminated the weaknesses of being a demon.
But after coming to Hutton's royal capital and taking on the unknown human identity of "Tata," she had started lazing around every day.
She was so happy here that she had forgotten all about the demons back home.
This is bad. I absolutely can't let Talia discover that I know she's Talia.
Otherwise, once she died of embarrassment, she would probably drag him down with her.
Fortunately, as long as he didn't bring several Great Demons she knew back to the Southern Continent to gawk at her leisurely new life, she probably wouldn't die of embarrassment too badly.
"By the way, is it really okay to say that you worship demons?"
Lanchi asked in confusion.
The Empire was currently at the center of a storm, and public hostility toward other races should have reached an unprecedented peak in recent years.
"Would you report me?"
Like Talia, Zestira rarely put much of a questioning tone into her questions.
"No."
Lanchi and Frei also liked discussing dangerous topics.
"Then there's no problem."
Since she trusted Lanchi, she had no intention of hiding anything, just as her father did: trust those you employed, and don't employ those you distrust.
"I do worship Talia. Unfortunately, no one