"Siegler, I just want to ask, have you noticed any changes in Calila?"
Lanci asked, as if testing Siegler.
To avoid upsetting Siegler, he decided that he must cooperate with Talia during these twenty-one days to play the role of Calila convincingly.
Talia possessed extraordinary lie-detecting abilities and a faint talent for mind-reading.
Should any flaw arise, she would notice it at once and adjust accordingly.
"Nope."
Siegler replied to Lanci as she looked at him.
She also sniffed the neck of the grey-haired Demon Race member.
It was indeed Calila; the scent was unchanged, that of her mother's.
"Hiss..."
Lanci covered his surprised mouth with his hand and ceased to speak.
Siegler couldn't tell the difference between an eight-hundred-year vintage and a thousand-year one.
Was he the only one who felt the eight-hundred-year vintage had more kick?
"Hmph."
Talia gave Lanci a cold glance, disregarding his damned thoughts.