Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1255 - 811: Sisters Through All Trials and Tribulations

In the dining room of the Saint Kray Temple Monastery, Lanci leaned back in his chair, resting.

He might have actually fallen asleep.

During his earlier stint in the Eighth-order Shadow World, he had gone a long time without rest, and after returning to the real world, he had headed straight back to his home in Brielda, his drowsiness merely accumulating in his heart. Now, given the chance to feign sleep, he could easily slip into slumber unintentionally.

"It's good that we fed him to the full."

Talia glanced at the sleeping Lanci and muttered.

While they had been competing with Sikder earlier, they themselves had barely eaten, focusing instead on feeding Lanci in turn.

"Let's move him back to his room to rest later."

While dining, Sigrid spoke softly to Tata, careful not to wake Lanci.

"Okay."

Talia nodded.

"By the way, I'll tidy up the ground floor room later. You can just move in and settle down. I'll cook the meals usually, and it would be even better if you could occasionally help purchase some items."

Talia spoke to Sigrid, looking at her.

According to Sikder, her luggage was still left on the second floor of the Brielda Opera House in the Dimensional Branch, and would not be delivered until later.

Anyway, the Dimensional Branch had sent the person first. The luggage was a secondary concern.

"No problem."

Sigrid couldn't help but recall her journey in the Beastmen City-States of the Shadow World, where Calila took care of her daily needs, and she would symbolically do minor chores like buying groceries.

Now she was suddenly reminiscing about the days when she lived with Calila.

Living together just felt like life with Calila.

"Wait, where does Lanci live?"

Sigrid suddenly realized a problem.

"In the master bedroom, the innermost one on the second floor."

Talia pursed her lips, replying reluctantly.

"Then where do you live?"

Sigrid continued to question Talia.

"In a smaller bedroom close to the innermost one on the second floor."

Talia had no choice but to answer truthfully.

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The remaining rooms were guest bedrooms.

"That won't do, it's not fair. We should let him live in the middle room, and the two of us should live in the adjoining rooms. That makes more sense."

Sigrid argued her point.

She had nearly fallen for Tata's trap.

"Then all three of us have to move rooms."

Talia began to ponder.

Theoretically, there was no issue with such room arrangements.

But in the days to come, she would constantly worry about the person in the room next door, worried that Sigrid might sneak into Lanci's room.

Every room in this house was arranged by her and Lanci, and soundproofed very well.

She might end up unable to sleep well every night.

"Or, we could live together, just the two of us. That would be fair."

Sigrid suggested.

She obviously had similar concerns, hence she understood what Tata was wrestling with.

Adopting her suggestion would satisfy everyone's needs.

"Are you willing to share a bed with me?"

Talia herself didn't mind, but she had only ever shared a bed with Hugh, and the woman in front of her wasn't the actual Siegler, but a stranger she had met only today. Talia had never considered becoming roommates.

Yet this indeed was a solution, personally safeguarding against Sigrid sneaking into Lanci's room.

"What's your sleep habit like?"

Sigrid hesitated for a moment and asked cautiously.

She remembered Hyperion having a terrible sleeping habit, often waking up atop her, causing psychological trauma to Siegler's tender heart. If possible, she wanted to avoid sharing a bed with the kind of girls who would roll over, kick, and hog the blankets in their sleep.

"Not bad, what about you?"

When she heard the word "sleep habit," Talia's eyes flickered.

She was confident her own sleep was peaceful and she had a high tolerance for others' sleeping habits.

The only unacceptable thing was Hyperion would occasionally chew on her randomly in the middle of the night, startling her into jumping out of bed holding her chest.

So it was necessary to inquire.

"Fairly quiet. At most I might turn over and hug a pillow or a blanket."

Sigrid placed her index finger on her chin, pondering.

She hadn't brought her black and green pillow from the Northern Continent, often waking up clinging to it.

"Then let's move our luggage upstairs later, and we'll share a room."

Talia finally agreed to Sigrid's suggestion.

Being roommates, they wouldn't have to fear the other sneaking away, and they would be at equal distances from Lanci's room, a reasonable solution indeed.

"To be honest, I don't dislike you. In fact, I think you're pretty nice. Everything I said when we first met was sincere."

Sigrid spoke with a sense of relief.

Even at this moment, she found it exceedingly natural to get along with the other person, as if they had lived together a long time ago.

Talia was taken aback upon hearing this.

She hadn't expected the other person to compliment her.

This forthrightness was exactly like the child she remembered.

"If we had met under a different circumstance, we would probably have enjoyed each other's company greatly. I won't deny that."

Not understanding why the other's thoughts were so similar to her own, Talia mumbled, looking down.

Alas, no matter how familiar they became in the days to come, they were ultimately strangers to each other.

Their only common ground lay with Lanci.

And Lanci was the target they both sought to win over.

The dining table regained its prior calm, the occasional light clinking of the fork against the porcelain plate echoing in the dining room now and then.

They ate quietly, each to their own, with little conversation.

Talia needed time to slowly open up before she could get close to someone unfamiliar, initially preferring passively listening to conversations to determine if the other person was friend material.

As for Sigrid, who was quite outgoing, there was no issue of not being at ease upon first meeting. However, she realized the food on the table would quickly disappear if not eaten promptly, so she devoted herself fully to her lunch.