She dared not look directly into Lanci’s eyes.
She didn’t understand why she felt this way either.
Lanci silently sat down on the ground of the Inverted Corridor Mirror, placing a meal box beside him.
The gray kitten from his pocket naturally hopped down, landing only inches away.
It looked curiously at this Phantom Demon.
"I’m really tired and sleepy," Lanci leaned against the mirror, tilted his head, and asked the tiny gray cat. "Tamisha, will you wait here for me to rest for a while?"
His eyes were filled with fatigue, as if his spirit had been forcibly inflated only a short while ago. Now, circling in the corridor had worn him out, and drowsiness naturally overcame him.
Tamisha remained silent, just watching him.
Lanci took this as the tiny gray cat’s consent.
The cold air in the corridor spread chillingly.
And Lanci just collapsed.
He fell asleep.
The tiny gray cat lay beside him.
Watching as he really lay still.
Completely motionless.
Like a frozen corpse.
It hesitated for a moment, then moved a little slower to draw near, extending a paw to probe around his breath.
Once it was sure he was still alive, it was somewhat reassured.
This Phantom Demon must be truly exhausted to fall into a deep sleep so quickly.
Watching him, he seemed a bit shivery as if he was cold.
Tamisha hesitated for another half a minute, then hopped onto his chest to lie down.
At the very least, she was a warm little furball that could prevent him from getting cold.
She might as well thank him for the help he had offered yesterday.
"..."
Although Lanci had fallen asleep, Talia remained alert.
Talia didn’t know how tired Lanci truly was, but he was indeed asleep.
Anyway, by all accounts, Lanci’s willpower was already superhuman.
Back in Huadu, a single movement from her used to make him sleep for a long time; now, in the Shadow World, after a great battle with the Blasphemy Lord, Lanci had managed to work again after just a few hours of sleep.
It wasn’t until Lanci had dozed for more than ten minutes.
"Huah."
He regained consciousness, appeared more alert, and propped himself up off the ground to sit.
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And Tamisha nimbly jumped off him.
She began distancing herself from him again.
"Thank you, Tamisha."
Lanci realized what the warmth on his chest was and thanked Tamisha.
Tamisha still gave no response.
"I’m so hungry, but I feel like I’ve caught a cold, no energy left," Lanci slumped against the wall, half-closing his eyes, his whole demeanor seeming to unwind.
"Tamisha, go find Sister Huebelle, I’m afraid I can’t take care of you anymore."
His eyes were closing again as he spoke.
"..."
For a long time, the tiny gray cat didn’t know what to do.
It observed the glittering figure Lanci posed as in front of other members of the Demon Race, and his loneliness and fragility when alone, empty and weary, hiding here in disarray.
It always felt an inexplicable emotion in its heart.
As if it had seen itself.
Perhaps that’s why it was willing to approach him earlier.
After dozens of seconds.
The motionless tiny gray cat burst into a confusing glow, and when it reappeared, it had already transformed into a small, gray-haired figure.
That petite silhouette stood quietly.
After transforming, Tamisha appeared to be only three or four years old, her skin fair and translucent as if carefully sculpted from porcelain, yet her gaze was distant and cold.
The Demon Race little girl wore a puffy dress. Although she had the delicate cuteness of a porcelain doll that made people want to approach, they also dared not easily disturb her contemplation.
She hadn’t learned telekinesis magic yet, so she couldn’t use her cat paws to bring him food.
So, she had to revert back to a more manageable form.
Tamisha crouched beside him, opened the meal box, took out a boxed meal, scooped up a little with utensils, and brought it to Lanci’s mouth.
"Tamisha..."
Lanci looked at Tamisha’s feeding with slight surprise but gratefully opened his mouth to let Tamisha feed him.
Talia: "??"
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Really, Lanci, you’re getting a child to take care of you?
She was stunned.
She had just seen Lanci lying flat and thought he was really tired, ready to give up.
She didn’t expect that he was just arousing Tamisha’s sympathy.
"Children like her are very proud; the more you treat her like a child, the less she will listen. On the other hand, if you act like a child yourself and treat her like an adult, she will be willing to interact with you."
Lanci explained to Talia.
Tamisha had been used to being lonely from a young age, not liking other people’s care or trusting others easily.
But she often took care of herself, so she knew how to do everything.
As long as she felt like there was a kindred spirit in front of her, seeing a reflection of herself, it was an opportunity for her to lower her guard and approach.
"It looks like you have quite an understanding of childcare. We could exchange notes on this sometime," Talia suddenly found a rare common topic with Lanci.
"Of course, the Protoss Empire of the Northern Continent even rated me as the King of the Education Field," Lanci was especially confident about this.
He hadn’t expected to have such a hobby in common with Talia.
Lanci stopped chatting with Talia and turned his gaze to Tamisha before him.
"Thank you, Tamisha."
Lanci said, gratefully, as if seeing an old friend.
Having transformed back into human form, Tamisha had both the Mist Sir’s solitary aura and the True Night Sir’s gentle features, clearly the child of both.
"Do you know my parents?"
For the first time, Tamisha spoke, asking Lanci a question.
"How do you know?"
Lanci, while chewing on his food, asked her back.
"The look on your face when you saw me earlier gave it away."
Tamisha replied.