Talia agreed.
At this moment, their conversation was exceptionally peaceful.
Rarely could they quietly sit down and talk like this.
"Do you think there is salvation after such despair?"
Lanci asked her.
"Is there still a way to save it?"
Talia asked curiously.
"Actually, there is."
Lanci nodded but didn't give the answer.
Talia pondered for a moment.
"To rescue it from this miserable situation and place it in a spacious, warm environment, providing it with an assortment of delicious foods and fun things, allowing it to eat whatever it wants and play with whatever it desires, while also being absolutely safe with friends for companionship?"
Her tone was uncertain as she guessed.
Lanci simply looked at her without speaking.
Even without telling her the answer, she understood in an instant.
"It can't be saved,"
Lanci said.
The hesitation in Talia's reply signified that all the aforementioned methods were futile.
"Then how can it be saved?"
Talia frowned.