Inside Talia's loft house, Lanci and Hyperion were seated around the table, while Talia rested in her armchair, with a steaming cup of lemon red tea sitting on the small round tea table beside her.
All the chairs in the house were clean and tidy, with each utensil and item neatly placed. The occasional whiff of dessert filled the room.
"You shouldn't be such a bad influence on Hyperion."
Talia cast an unhappy glance at Lanci.
Although as a demon, she shouldn't blame a human for corrupting a half-demon, she was confident what she said wasn't wrong.
The decades she spent observing and imitating humans weren't for nothing.
"...Tata, what magic have you taught Hyperion lately?"
Lanci hesitated for a moment, then asked.
"…"
Talia stayed silent, then turned her cheek, not wanting to deal with Lanci.
It wasn't because his magic was any good, merely it was easier to teach to Hyperion.
