The light was like distant stardust, speckling the deep, pitch-black Liminal Space.
The two of them were still waiting for the Shadow World's settlement and their clearance rewards.
"Speaking of which, since you have a demon identity officially certified by the authorities, Hughberlian..."
Lanchi murmured thoughtfully.
"What do you mean?"
Hughberlian felt that Lanchi's words about an "officially certified demon" were not meant to mock her. He seemed to have another idea.
"Actually, compared to Human Magic Text, I personally prefer studying Demon Magic Text. In the future, I might make some tools related to demon magic, but there's a slight problem with selling them."
By the time Lanchi reached this point, Hughberlian understood.
Although the laws of the Hutton Kingdom did not prohibit the circulation of Different Race Magic Cards,
if such special types of Magic Cards were traded through official institutions or legitimate shops, their sources had to be registered.
If he wrote "Made by Lanchi" for every source declaration,
whether people believed it or not, it would easily invite troublesome inspections. They might suspect him of "smuggling" or having "illicit origins." They might even think that Lanchi was secretly harboring a demon who helped him make magical tools!
"You want me to be your front, right?"
Hughberlian asked.
Although she believed Lanchi could not possibly be like her father and secretly harbor demons—an act that would risk his life—if doing business involved too many suspicious points and constantly triggered inspections from higher authorities, his sales would inevitably become awkward and restricted.
As a mixed-blood demon duke's daughter whose identity was publicly known to the upper echelons of the Hutton Kingdom and "officially permitted," if she partnered with Lanchi to establish a company under the Aransal Family's name, then even if Lanchi put Demon Magic Cards into circulation