At one side of the long table in the Silver Palace, Talia patiently enlightened Lanci on the traditional culture of the Demon Race, just like she used to when teaching him Card Making one-on-one.
"Our Demon Race doesn't need to differentiate generations so clearly, nor look at age. Otherwise, just think about it—if we count our Long-lived Species' lifespan, which easily reaches a thousand years, wouldn't age and generation turn into a complete mess?"
"Understood, Master."
Lanci still refused to change the way he addressed her, as if it was his final form of defiance.
"Call me Tata."
Talia felt that Lanci was doing it on purpose.
She indeed didn't want Lanci to use such a generationally differentiated address at this moment, nor did she want to deny their master-disciple relationship.
"Tata Teac..."
Lanci stopped mid-sentence, realizing that Tata didn't want him to call her Teacher Tata.
"Why don't you just finish what you were saying?"
