She already lost count of how many times Lanci has completed missions with just one sentence, she only remembers she's one step away from capturing Lanci for the seventh time.
"My Lord Demon King, tea or coffee?"
The smile on Lanci's face vanished in an instant, and he fixed the dining cart by the table with a somewhat dignified air, returning to face Talia.
"Either is fine; I'll have whatever you're having, just the same is good."
Talia gave a slight nod, no longer fussing over Lanci's daily missions.
These days could only be managed as they come.
Sometimes, as long as Lanci didn't push her too far, she would turn a blind eye, as there was a long journey ahead—she couldn't possibly ride Lanci hard every day.
"Then I'll take a nap first, you eat slowly..."
Lanci poured black tea and placed it in front of Talia, sat in his seat, and prepared to close his eyes.
As long as Talia had food, he could sleep peacefully.
"Wait."
