Chapter 775: The Black Sun Seen by Lanci

Sigrid's face, tranquil in the peace, exuded ease, no longer on guard as she was during her duties.

Long lashes trembled slightly until she let out a gentle breath.

Seems like she didn't give herself away.

Sigrid secretly rejoiced.

Fortunately, she hadn't overdone it, or else she wouldn't be able to use Sigrid as an identity any longer.

The identity of the little girl Sigrid was too convenient; whether she was hugging Lanci or clinging to him, it wouldn't embarrass her. If asked, it would be chalked up to childlike innocence, and Lanci would have no choice but to indulge her.

Moreover, since Sigrid overlapped with some aspects of her own persona, sometimes expressing her own sentiments under the guise of Sigrid was especially fitting.

And most crucially, because Lanci treated both her and Sigrid with respect and honor, he wouldn't easily associate different individuals with each other. In his eyes, he never labeled anyone; on the contrary, he valued each individual.