Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1307 - 825 Tolyado Tears Overtime_2

The Bingxue Witch set down the handicraft in her hands and glanced at the others as she spoke.

Yesterday, Isatia had been sitting on the sofa weaving moon lanterns. With the leftover materials, Almis also helped her finish making them.

The bamboo skewers were sourced from hardy bamboo segments, carved into slender and lightweight strips—flexible yet sturdy.

These moon lanterns, at their core, were a type of lantern but served as a traditional symbol of the Moon Goddess festival in the Cerryti Empire.

Antanas leaned in curiously, closely inspecting the handmade crafts the Bingxue Witch had completed.

Their structure was surprisingly simple; first, bamboo skewers were woven into a cage, then thin, dyed paper was pasted over the surface in a parasol shape, and finally, an oil paper lamp was lit inside the cage—

"Once lit, they'll gently drift upward into the sky, right?"

Pranay had long studied this type of construction.

In the Cerryti Empire, these were called moon lanterns.

"That's right,"

Lanci nodded.

Isatia had lived in the Cerryti Empire for quite a while—more than ten years—making her somewhat like a half-Cerryti native. She was undoubtedly the most familiar with these traditions; most of the moon lanterns were crafted by her.

The morning sunlight slanted through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the dining area, illuminating the wooden table at the window's edge. The tabletop bore two neatly stacked piles of thick oil paper, their pages glowing softly under the sunlight.

Inside, the pinewood in the fireplace crackled fiercely, bringing warmth to the room. frёeωebɳovel.com

The fragrant aroma of tea from the long table in the living room mingled seamlessly with the cozy scent of the fire.

They were reminiscing in the dining area—idle chat before saying their farewells.

"Alright, we're about to head out. If you feel lonely, don't hesitate to contact us, okay?"

The moment those words were uttered.

Before they had a chance to say anything more.

The space in front of the living room began to distort, its colors growing ever brighter until a silvery vortex took form, eventually solidifying into what resembled a grand, illusory gate. Within the mirrored surface, countless warped souls seemed to swirl around.

The radiating Eight-order Demon Power filled the space, drawing the wary attention of several Great Demons within.

The sheer intensity of this magical strength made them feel as if facing a grave threat!

But they quickly realized who the spatial magic power belonged to, and they relaxed one after another.

If not for the all-encompassing barrier surrounding Professor Landry's Mansion, the endpoint of such potent magic fluctuations would undoubtedly have caused alarm across the Cerryti Empire.

The vortex of the dimensional gate gradually took form, its edges emitting the glow of fiery arcs and producing an unsettling buzzing sound.

"Tolyado, you're here!"

Lanci looked toward the dimensional gate with relief.

Today's agenda included heading to meet Tolyado.

Yesterday, when he had contacted Tolyado, hearing his tense voice left Lanci worried that something might have gone wrong with him.

"Lanci, I've brought you a surprise!"

A steady, hurried rhythm of footsteps echoed from within the space portal.

A young man, handsome yet showing traces of fatigue, briskly stepped into the room, clutching a hefty photo album.

He was dressed in a refined black trench coat layered over a black-and-white checkered shirt. His black boots, peeking out from the hem of his coat, bore traces of snow granules—evidence of his hurried journey.

"Fog Grass!"

Yet a startled expression overtook his face as his gaze landed on the figures facing him in the living room, causing him to take a half-step back in shock.

However, the other Great Demons appeared unsurprised, as if they had already deduced his whereabouts in Bulida and anticipated his arrival here.

"Yabo, it's been so long!"

Antanas waved cheerfully.

"Good morning."

Pranay greeted him warmly as well.

"...?!"

Only Tolyado stood there, jaw slack, staring at the group.

How, in the blink of an eye, had all his old companions from the Demon World reunited here?

"Wait—what on earth did I miss?!"

Tolyado's mind raced furiously before he clasped his head in disbelief.

How was it that after disappearing for just a single day, Lanci's residence now hosted four Great Demons?

Logically, they were supposed to be stationed at Ichrite, capital of Hutton, safeguarding Princess Hyperion.

So that must mean Princess Hyperion herself had brought them to Bulida!

What in the world had happened yesterday?!

"I need to grasp the power of time…to reverse the flow of it!"

Tolyado lamented dramatically to himself.

"Don't dream. Even the Goddess of Destiny herself wouldn't be able to rewind time,"

The Bingxue Witch categorically dismissed the idea in place of divine authority.

Even after a century apart, Tolyado was still as eccentric and untethered as ever—far from resembling someone of high status. It was no wonder the Demon Realm Army often mistook him for an ordinary soldier.

"Do you want to tag along with us?"

Antanas ran over with a smile, extending the invitation.

She loved nothing more than gossiping with Isatia or Tolyado.

They planned to wander outside casually since Bulida City offered plenty of activities related to the Moon Goddess festivities that day.

After all, as non-affiliated visitors, lingering aimlessly around Saint Kray Temple at unscheduled times could risk unnecessary trouble if their faces were recognized.

"I…I have work..."

Tolyado's gaze faltered as he looked at the photo album in his grasp.

How much he longed to go out with his old friends, but he did have matters to discuss with Lanci.

Today, his mood felt incredibly irritable, and he fervently hoped no one would provoke him or add to his workload.

"Sigh, good luck. You've changed…you don't smile like you used to,"

Antanas patted Tolyado's shoulder, shaking her head.

Apparently, the work truly was important—important enough to make Tolyado willing to work overtime.

It felt akin to the melancholy of seeing friends venture out on winter holiday outings while you were stuck inside school catching up on lessons.

"That's right. I was born not to smile."

Tolyado gritted his teeth, barely containing his frustration.

"Since you're here, make peace with it. Look on the bright side: you're not working alone, and maybe if we finish early, we can catch a glimpse of the festivities,"