Chapter 132 South Wantina Border Territory

The streets outside the Ikryte Academy were relatively quiet, lined with small shops and cafes that were open for business.

During this time on a weekday morning, the lights of the shops appeared soft in the daylight, preparing to welcome the lunchtime customers. Occasionally, one or two shop assistants could be seen wiping glass or tidying shelves inside, getting ready for the day that had just begun.

Hyperion and Talia walked slowly, leisurely immersed in the winter tranquility.

"Speaking of which, Lanchi's father, Mr. Noah, has now returned to the South Wantina border territory. Tata, you also came from the South Wantina territory, right? Can we go back together next time?"

Hyperion said.

That day, Tata went back early from the competition, so she didn't get to see Lanchi's father after the competition.

Mr. Noah said that the competition was unforgettable for him. The thing he regretted most in his life was buying Lanchi a ticket to the royal capital.

But what's done is done.

Noah hoped that Hyperion could go to the border territory with Lanchi during the holidays. He was very optimistic about Hyperion, a girl who was excellent in character and learning, had a firm moral conscience, and was the same age as Lanchi.

"..."

Although Talia was not from South Wantina, the identity information Lanchi had previously obtained for her did indeed state that she was registered in that border territory.

However, Talia had a very good impression of the South Wantina border territory. Her decades of wandering had taken a turn for the better in the South Wantina territory, and afterwards became dreamlike.

Hans, the butler of Lanchi's family, and Francine, the maid, were also very nice to her. It had been a long time since she had seen them.

"Let's go back together next time. I'll take you around South Wantina. Also, there's something I'm curious about..."

As she spoke.

Talia seemed to be lost in thought.

"What is it?"

Hyperion asked curiously.

"Didn't you say Lanchi is very good at drawing?"

Talia could also see this from observing Lanchi's card making.

"Yes, he seems to be ridiculously good at it, but I haven't seen him seriously draw anything."

Hyperion nodded.

"When Butler Hans saw us off at the station in South Wantina, he said that Lanchi had painted a picture, and it was a pity that I didn't get to see it... I didn't pay much attention to it at the time, but now I'm getting more and more curious about what kind of picture it is,"

Talia murmured.

But Lanchi said it was a portrait of a pitiful and poor old woman.

She didn't think there was anything to see either.

As they chatted, they turned a corner and entered a wide avenue in downtown Ikryte, and the environment became a little more lively. Flower shops with colorful winter flowers displayed in the windows, and the gentle tunes of light music playing in cafes drifted out, mixing with the cold air, creating a warm and melodious feeling.

Finally, they crossed two streets and arrived at their residence, the Cat Boss Restaurant.

Passing through the familiar aisle under the chandelier and the retro wooden stairs reflecting the warm yellow light, they soon arrived at the door of the room at the end of the second floor.

What came into view was still the exquisite attic made of wooden planks and sloping beams, the glass skylight inlaid with bright scenery, and the sweet, fruit-wine-like aroma that greeted them.

What was unusual, however, was that in the center of the spacious living room, Lanchi was sitting at the table, holding a magic carving knife and a hot-stamping modification tool steadily in both hands, as if he had been concentrating on carving a work of art.

On the table, there was a magic card with smooth lines and a pink glow.

"Lanchi."

Hyperion greeted him with a smile.

Hyperion had gotten used to living here this month. Sometimes Lanchi would come to Tata's house during the day to study card making with Tata.

In the past few days, it had been exam week, and there were no more student union affairs, so Lanchi had disappeared.

He focused on a major project and spent a lot of time locking himself in the card-making workshop in his dormitory.

Today she finally saw Lanchi again.

Lanchi didn't take the exam and came to Tata's house early in the morning, and Tata went to pick up Hyperion, leaving Lanchi alone at home.

"You're back."

Lanchi noticed their arrival, stood up and looked at them.

"Yes."

Talia responded softly and put two boxes of cake and snacks on the table.

"I've already eaten at the store in Ikryte Academy. These are for you two."

Lanchi hesitated for a moment when he heard this.

"Tata, if you want to eat it, you can have this piece."

Lanchi noticed that after Talia's voice fell, her eyes were still on the cake and hadn't moved away.

Her stomach couldn't be filled. If it weren't for her awareness of maintaining the figure of an unmarried woman, these two cakes probably wouldn't have lasted until here.

"..."

Talia turned around and stared at Lanchi.

Lanchi obediently lowered his head and stopped talking.

He picked up the disposable small knife that came with the edge of the box, and then quietly cut out one-third of the cake.

Hyperion smiled helplessly, understood Lanchi's actions, took out a small plate and fork from the cabinet next to him, and also cut one-third of her cake and put it on it.

"Tata, let's eat together."

Hyperion handed the small plate with two-thirds of the cake to Tata.

"..."

Talia silently took the plate.

After a slight hesitation, she ate it expressionlessly.

She thought human ways of thinking were strange, sharing things that had no benefits.

But for some reason, she unexpectedly felt that this two-thirds of a cake was a tiny bit more delicious than the whole piece she had eaten at school.

"By the way, Lanchi, what were you doing just now?"

Hyperion sat next to Lanchi and looked at the card Lanchi was fiddling with at the table.

She saw that it was still an encapsulated card that had not been bound by anyone yet.

"This? These are Tata's masterpieces that she has successfully made these days. This morning, I just finished preparing the wolf, so I had free time to come to Tata's house to get another card, but the name of this card is a bit inappropriate, so I modified it a bit just now."

He handed the card to Hyperion.

[Elegant Styling]

[Category: Spell Card]

[Grade: Pink Sacred]

[Tier: 4]

[Effect: Only for use on touched targets, modifies their hairstyle, can remove hair, change its color, and slightly harden or soften it.]

[Note: This hairstyle doesn't suit you, let me fix it for you.]

"..."

Although Hyperion didn't know what the card was originally called.

But she felt that it might have been better if he hadn't changed it.

"Don't mess with my cards."

Talia frowned unhappily and said.

She just went to pick up Hyperion from home, and found that the card's name and remarks had been changed by Lanchi.

But she didn't say much. Her tolerance for Lanchi had unknowingly become higher.

Anyway, according to the transaction agreement, this spell card, which was obtained from the principles of the Infernal Corridor Academy, belonged to Lanchi. He had already paid for the shadow world recording program as the content of the transaction.

"Hyperion, this card is for you."

Lanchi placed the [Elegant Styling] in front of Hyperion.

He was just waiting for Hyperion to come back.

He would hardly touch the enemy in battle, and didn't want the enemy to touch him either.

It was best for Hyperion, who had invincibility, shields, and stealth, to use this card.

Not only could she use it when she was taking damage, but she could also secretly turn on stealth to help others change their hairstyles.

"No, no, no, there's no need."

Hyperion was shocked when she heard this, put down the fork in her hand, and waved her hand.

She didn't dare to take this card, which was full of taunting power!

What silence, what kneeling, combined couldn't compare to the hatred drawn by giving someone a Mediterranean hairstyle with this card...

Anyone who used it would never give up until they killed the caster.

In essence, this card was similar to suicide cards like [Destructive Spark].

"Hyperion, there are only the two of us on this trip to the Northern Continent. If you become stronger, I become stronger. Our combat power is now tied together."

Lanchi looked at her sincerely and pushed the card half a centimeter closer to her.

"..."

Hyperion stared at the card, silent for a full few seconds, tears almost falling. She felt like Lanchi was sentencing her to death.

"Okay."

Hyperion could only accept the hairstyle transformation with tears in her eyes.

She felt that she already had a way to die.

(End of this chapter)