Four Split Personalities

[So, why exactly...]

Just as he subconsciously sought the answer, those bright eyes, seemingly imbued with radiant starlight, considerately gave him a blatant hint.

Diana A. Achizolti was indeed a somewhat clumsy woman, this Motan knew full well.

But at the same time, aside from being a clumsy woman, she was also the youngest Grand Astrologist on the Innocent Continent in centuries, and the profession of astrologist could almost be considered one of the answers to the concept of mysticism.

Unlike the real world outside of the game, in the Realm of Innocence, there’s no such thing as a ’God Stick’.

In the real world, things like astrology and fortune-telling are basically reliant on an existence called ’rhetoric’, a linguistic art and psychological game based on observing words and expressions, looking, listening, questioning, and palpating, which makes the gullible willingly pay money while exclaiming in surprise.

And in Motan’s impression, the woman he was resting his head on, whose face was full of concern, was almost the opposite of concepts like ’linguistic art’ and ’psychological game’. In fact, as someone whose emotional intelligence wasn’t particularly high, who had grown up in an Ivory Tower and had a slightly quirky personality, Diana was never a qualified ’God Stick’.

But she didn’t lack for a crutch.

As someone who exhibited an exceptionally high talent in a field of Advanced Mysticism different from Kenneth from a young age, a person favored by the starry sky above, her unreasonable intuition was in itself her greatest crutch.

So...

"I feel like Frank is different today than usual, almost as if he’s very tired."

Diana affectionately stroked Frank Hughes’s cheek and said softly, "Then Frank is tired."

The domineering and unreasonable nature of the Grand Astrologist was fully revealed in this moment—

She didn’t want Frank to feel, she wanted herself to feel.

She thought Frank was tired, so Frank was tired.

Unfounded, easily understandable.

If Motan were to lay out the facts and reason things through, he’d have at least dozens of ways to fool Diana, this girl deeply in love, no matter how unreasonable her intuition was.

But he didn’t want to do that now.

On one hand, it’s because Motan didn’t want Diana to start doubting her useful and correct intuition. After all, for someone specializing in Mysticism, trusting one’s intuition is very important, and forcibly stripping it away just isn’t worth it.

On the other hand...

"Alright, maybe I am a bit tired."

Motan closed his eyes again, rubbing his face slightly against Diana’s smooth and fair legs, and confessed with some helplessness, "Exhausted."

The fingers that were gently caressing his cheeks stiffened slightly.

"Is it because of me?"

The woman’s voice, laden with worry and anxiety, sounded by his ear, yet inexplicably carried calming magic power.

"It’s not."

Pulling the blanket over himself, Motan lazily shook his head, "It’s some inconvenient-to-discuss matters, things only I can handle. Heh... after all, dealing with them might just be possible, as I still lack the confidence to resolve them perfectly, and there’s a higher possibility they’ll get resolved instead. If you could, if my dear you would just lend me your knees and not ask anything, that would be a great help."

The response Motan received was a subtle silence.

That didn’t surprise him, after all, for Diana, who only had thoughts for her lover, Frank Hughes, neither the term ’inconvenient to discuss’ nor ’asking nothing’ from the previous sentence would cause any small impact, so it was only natural that Diana might get angry and cause a drop in favorability.

Frank had often boasted in front of Diana that one should trust their lover without reservation, even though Motan had consistently let her down and even exploited her trust.

He never asked Diana to do the same, but Diana had always shared everything she knew with Frank, whether it was her vast knowledge or her pure past that was like a blank sheet of paper, or those things that Motan wasn’t interested in, this woman had never held back from her lover in the slightest.

And Motan had used countless fabrications, lies, and fictions to create an equally sincere image, even more in love with her than Diana, an image.

An image of someone who saw themselves as a satellite, tirelessly revolving around Diana all day, viewing her as everything—Frank Hughes.

It’s no exaggeration to say that in this world, which isn’t real, Motan successfully shaped Frank, an even more unrealistic existence, accomplishing a feat only a madman could achieve, and successfully captured that precious heart.

However, at this moment, Motan, in a lazy and indolent tone, shattered this perfection.

Just as Diana deduced, right now he’s very tired, very irritable, and with Diana almost entirely enraptured today, even a slight flaw in Frank wouldn’t be a big deal, at least not enough to hinder the full utilization of Diana until he completely finished the double-leaf killing game.

So, in the eyes of this maniac, given that he’s really tired and in no mood to placate anyone, whether it’s the soon-to-lose-value Frank, or Diana, holding the same value as Frank, it wouldn’t matter if he didn’t care as much as before.

If nothing unforeseen happens, either he or Double Leaf won’t walk out of Academy City alive, and regardless of the result, the value of Diana A. Achizolti as a person would drop to freezing point.

So... since he’s too lazy for pretense, he might as well act at will, even if his non-existent sincerity might be doubted, it’s no big deal.

Because before Diana’s doubts end, another game’s outcome can already be decided.

This level of psychological manipulation, Motan considers himself quite adept at.

If it’s just this degree...

"Pff~"

Accompanied by a pleasant chuckle, Motan surprisingly opened his eyes wide.

What met his gaze was a beautiful face not showing a hint of displeasure or doubt, but instead radiating a happy smile.

"I’m very happy, Frank."

The owner of that pretty face, blushing slightly, leaned down and gave a light peck on Motan’s side face, testing the limits of the system’s tolerance, and softly repeated, "I’m really happy."

It must be said, even with a current persona of ’Chaotic Neutral’, even if Mount Tai were to spin and jump in front of him without changing expression, Motan was a bit stunned.

He didn’t understand why this woman in front of him, whom he thought was just a bit naive, now seemed somewhat drastically troubled, would say such words.

Very happy?

Being bluntly told not to ask more questions by someone she’d always been open with, being left out of something, with not even the troubles willing to be shared, having even the value of being confided in taken, in this situation, Diana A. Achizolti still said she was very happy?

Could she be a deeply hidden masochist?!

"Because the current Frank makes me feel very real."

Diana gently replaced her knees with a pillow under Motan’s head, then obediently lay down beside him, lightly hugging that body that never felt quite broad, now even less warm, resting her forehead on Motan’s shoulder, and murmuring, "I’m not good with words... so I don’t know how to describe this feeling... but, it’s not bad."

"..."

"The previous Frank was also very good, the Frank I loved deeply, but..."

"But?"

"It was just too good, so it felt a bit out of grasp, like it wouldn’t be surprising to lose you at any time."

"..."

"Ah! I don’t mean you’re not good now, it’s just... um... yeah..."

"It’s okay, I understand, so?"

"So, the current Frank, there’s this feeling like I could hold you a bit more tightly, though I’m worried, there’s more of... a sense of solidity."

"..."

"I’m so bad, even though Frank is so troubled, I selfishly feel at ease."

"..."

"Frank?"

"..."

"Are you asleep?"

"No."

"Then why aren’t you talking?"

"Haha, I’m afraid if I speak, you’ll stop feeling at ease."

"Ah! I didn’t..."

"I’m just kidding, I was just spaced out~"

"Oh, oh!"

Chapter 1160: The End

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