This sense of incongruity feels almost as if mom's instructions had been altered by Lanci—so much so that even if lost on the battlefield, they can't be used normally by anyone else.
"Why are you all mimicking the way I call him? Actually, I don't usually call him that way."
Suddenly, Talia's ears twitched, her brows furrowed slightly, and her voice, along with the roasted fish in her hand, paused.
She seemed to have heard a familiar voice.
A voice drifting over from afar—
"Hmm, her appearance is very beautiful, height around 168 cm, age looks roughly between 20 and 25, long gray hair, physique is ideally healthy, hasn't had children, barely speaks, almost never smiles, and surely bought piles of food from nearby shops. Yes, if she bought barbecue from your shop, you'd definitely remember..."
Someone was inquiring among shopkeepers about a certain individual.
The blood vessels on the back of Talia's hand pulsed faintly.
"Lanlan, get over here now!"
