Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1347 - 834: Lanci and the Bond with the Wolf Clan

"Meow meow."

The big gray cat pawed at Lanci's hand, urging him to keep feeding it without pause.

"Alright, don't rush."

Lanci played with it one-handed while reaching out to the nearly empty pastry gift box on the coffee table.

"It seems to really like these pastries. I'll ask Secretary Nyla to send a few more boxes back to you later." freewёbnoνel.com

Violet watched the gray cat in Lanci's arms with great interest.

The distance between the two of them had actually grown much closer compared to their first meeting. Nyla frequently updated Violet on Professor Landry's teaching situation at the monastery, revealing the professor's genuine care for his students and his earnest disposition, making it hard for Violet not to admire him.

"Meow?"

The cat, Talia, suddenly became aware, realizing something.

How had she actually turned into a cat and started playing with Lanci?

And she'd even indulged in it to the point of forgetting herself, almost falling asleep comfortably just moments ago!

But since things had already come to this, it would actually feel more humiliating to suddenly snap out of it. It was better to continue playing dumb.

So the big gray cat forcefully suppressed her guilty conscience, continuing to act spoiled and accept Lanci's feeding.

"Alright, my mood is sorted out now. It's about time we talk business."

Violet, seeing the demeanor of the gray cat, felt healed as well.

"Professor Landry, coming to find me today must mean it's something important. Have you run into trouble?"

She asked Professor Landry.

The warm candlelight mingled with the cool moonlight—both real and illusory.

The fragrance permeating the room grew richer, causing the cat's consciousness to blur in a pleasant haze.

Raising his head, his gaze passed over the flickering lights and locked eyes with Headmaster Violet.

"Before we get to that, I have one last question. I'm quite curious—why were you arguing with Mr. Julius just now?"

Lanci directly posed the question to Violet.

He hadn't expected such a serious disagreement between the Army Gods.

That would mean at least one of the two—the Sixth Army God, Violet of Water Jade, or the Tenth Army God, Red Tourmaline Julius—was not under control. Otherwise, the conflict wouldn't have been so clear-cut.

Based on what the Bingxue Witch had conveyed regarding advanced Divine Arts, along with the legends of the Moon Goddess and the Wolf Witch, the Sixth Army God, Violet of Water Jade, was likely immune to the Blood Clan's control.

This was also why, during the Blood Moon Bad World Era, the Blood Clan aimed to exterminate the Wolf Clan—the wolves posed an existential threat to them.

"Stop prying. I'm not going to tell you."

Violet did not hesitate, refusing the question outright.

Issues concerning internal disputes among the Army Gods weren't purely personal matters. She couldn't share such information with Landry.

"So, do you often argue with him?"

Lanci asked again.

From Violet's answer, it was already clear that the argument earlier wasn't just a minor personal disagreement.

It was a significant division of opinion between Violet and Julius regarding weighty matters.

On the other hand, this indirectly confirmed that the likelihood of the Tenth Army God Julius being under the Blood Clan's control was low. If he were one of Rashal's mind-controlled Army Gods, he should have acted more discreetly—like the Ninth Army God, Marquis Ryan—to ensure the unpossessed Army Gods didn't notice. Stirring up trouble with an acquaintance like Violet would not align with such a cautious approach.

Moreover, according to Mafia boss Barton's prior explanations, the Third Army God, Chained Agate Geat, the Seventh Army God, Blood Jade Marrow Philip, and the Tenth Army God, Red Tourmaline Julius, were inherently aggressive factions. The Blood Clan wouldn't need to waste energy or take risks attempting to control them; they would naturally advocate war.

"Let me think... Every time I discuss official matters with Hesintos, Julius inexplicably becomes irritable. Even though he can't beat Hesintos, he frequently challenges him, which only causes Hesintos headaches."

Violet wasn't sure why she was revealing this to Professor Landry—maybe because the topic naturally led there.

Or perhaps Landry had a demeanor akin to a therapist. Among the students, there was a saying: "If you're troubled, talk to Professor Landry; he'll easily untangle your knots."

"..."

Lanci momentarily stopped feeding the pastries to think.

Originally, he had intended to investigate whether there had been any recent anomalies with the Tenth Army God Julius. Considering the intelligence and rumors circulating in the Empire, he hoped to deduce the reasons behind the friction with Violet. Now, it seemed the complex problem had simplified.

Talia froze as well, lifting her feline head to glance at Lanci, who'd paused his feeding, then at Violet, who'd calmly shared interpersonal details a moment ago.

As an expert on love, Talia understood perfectly.

This was the kind of entanglement where love and hate intertwined—deep resentment born from deep affection.

Julius couldn't possibly feel indifference toward Violet.

Unfortunately, the Sixth Army God Violet was unusually oblivious in matters of the heart. She regarded both Julius, whose romantic feelings were painfully obvious, and Hesintos, whose intentions were more ambiguous, as just friends and colleagues.

"How do you see Hesintos, then?"

Lanci snapped out of his thoughts and continued feeding the pastries to the big gray cat, asking Violet.

"Hesintos... He's my best friend. More trustworthy than anyone. Ever since childhood, he's been determined to become a guide for the people, ensuring that tragedies like the Blood Cleansing Day never happen again."

Violet's gaze seemed to travel back to many years ago.