Four Split Personalities

Purple hair dances in the warm wind, the Flower Elf’s gaze clear and gentle: "Like me."

The always composed Foster’s expression stiffened.

"You enjoy challenges, love change, like to explore order, and like to create balance."

Lian didn’t look away but continued speaking on her own accord: "On the other hand, I like to stay in the place closest to you... like now, watching you do what you love. If I can help in this process, I’ll be very happy too."

These words, akin to a confession, didn’t cause Foster any change in expression. He simply raised the teacup before him, took a sip, and calmly nodded, saying: "Continue."

"So, I was a bit willful once, not wanting to be left behind."

Lian responded to Foster with an equally calm answer.

Foster finally tensed up...

Because in his impression, the girl standing by the bedside with her hands behind her back had never been someone to act willfully. And considering the rarely known information, when she clearly indicated she’d been ’a bit willful’, it wasn’t possible that this ’willfulness’ was something as simple as ’ate twelve cupcakes in a fit of anger’.

And the girl’s subsequent words perfectly confirmed Foster’s speculation.

"Clown Brand, the small underground organization established months ago. The leader is unknown, the scope of activities is unknown, the member distribution is unknown, the organization structure is loose."

Lian turned her head to look at the slightly stiff-faced Foster, narrating calmly: "Among them, the currently identifiable manager-level members are [Plum Blossom Seven: Scarlett Disel], [Spade A: ’Otherworlders’ Spider], [Red Heart K: Foster Ward], [Diamond Q: Licia Covus], [Red Heart Ten: Doldron Pump] — a total of five people."

Completely unexpected that Lian, who spent every day with him, could investigate to such an extent, Foster couldn’t help but be stunned for several seconds. But he still adjusted his thoughts immediately and asked in a deep voice: "Do you mean, Lian you..."

"That’s right, I used the family’s strength."

Lian nodded, smiling: "Although it’s been a bit weak lately over the decades, with the intelligence network of the ’Death Angel’, it’s really not hard to gather such... umm, what those Otherworlders would call ’chaotic side organization’ information."

Foster fell silent.

Though as someone able to easily be connected with [Death Angel], he had high hopes for Clown Brand, yet he also had to admit that the former’s foundation was far stronger. And as long as this giant was willing, Clown Brand could hardly keep any secrets, no matter how unique it was.

"As for this organization, my uncle gave an assessment of ’unstable’, ’non-threatening’, and ’difficult to control’. Honestly, I don’t know much about it, nor do I want to interfere with any of your decisions, but..."

Lian brushed aside a lock of hair hanging in front of her eyes, a hint of confusion in her eyes: "I don’t understand, you could have walked a wide and easy path, why would you choose to make that place your career candidate."

"Rather than this kind of thing..."

Foster did not give a direct response, appearing rare in a serious manner, questioned the girl before him whose strength was only Advanced Stage entry, with interests in reading, gardening and tea cultivation, who had seldom interacted with her family for ages, the [Death Angel] daughter: "I’m more curious why you’ve suddenly become interested in Clown Brand, why you suddenly used family connections."

"One of the reasons I just mentioned, Foster, is that I greatly enjoy a comfort zone centered around you, and our graduation is not far off anymore. So, when you seemingly have no deliberate intention of keeping a space for me, I must do something so as not to be left far behind."

Lian smiled gently, then said openly: "And also, on the day the combat skills competition ended, I saw that girl named Spider give you a hug and even kissed your neck afterwards."

"That wasn’t a kiss, it was a sniff."

Foster immediately corrected, then shrugged helplessly: "Though I also don’t understand why she would sniff me, I have to clarify that despite being a fellow member of Clown Brand, my relationship with Miss Spider is far from harmonious. In fact, despite meeting only once, every time she approaches me, I increasingly feel that we are very incompatible."

Lian mimicked Foster’s shrug, spreading her hands: "But I didn’t know that, so after accidentally seeing that extremely impactful scene, I was probably overwhelmed by strange emotions, completely irrational. The first thing I did was write a letter to the family, using the time recently spent dining with father as the price, asking them to investigate your and Miss Spider’s workplace as much as possible."

"Haha~"

Foster chuckled in silence, shaking his head helplessly: "What can I do?"

"You could be angry because I privately investigated your privacy."

Lian earnestly suggested, saying seriously: "You have the right to throw a tantrum at me."

"Yes, I do, but having the right to exercise that power... is also up to me, isn’t it?"

Foster laughed openly, slowly closing his eyes: "You’ve explained your reasoning, and I find it not only incredibly compelling but also reasonable and justified, so I have no intention of throwing a tantrum at you."

"I know."

Lian playfully covered her mouth and laughed.

"I know you know."

Foster hummed slightly in discontent, rare in emotion.

For the next five minutes, neither spoke, and the atmosphere in the Law Enforcement Force office remained as harmonious and peaceful as usual.

"I have my own considerations."

Foster was the first to break the silence, speaking softly: "So there’s no need to worry."

"I’ve never really worried about you because you are Foster Ward."

Lian shook her head, laughing gently: "I’m just a selfish woman, so I don’t intend to give up my current position, nor do I want to give it to others."

Foster chuckled silently: "So you’re just asking me for an answer?"

"That’s right."

Lian nodded slightly, calmly gazing into the other’s dark red eyes: "I don’t even plan to offer my opinion on it."

"You can offer it."

"How about joining Death Angel? The name Foster Hummingbird sounds pretty nice too."

"I will seriously consider it."

"Have you considered it?"

"I have."

"What’s the answer?"

"Perhaps I would agree, but not now."

"What a pity~"

"Who wouldn’t say so."

The two exchanged smiles.

Then...

"Clown Brand."

Foster sighed softly, fingering a card that had appeared unknowingly in his hand: "If nothing unexpected happens, after graduation... no, to be precise, after this exchange meeting, my work focus will gradually shift over there."

"You actually secretly completed your credits."

Having obtained the answer she wanted, the Flower Elf girl’s lips slightly curled: "Let me just say, since its founding, that organization seems planning some things, although it hasn’t yet drawn much attention, who knows about the future."

"As one of the organization’s initial formal members, I deeply agree."

Foster pretended to sigh, though his face overflowed with a keen interest smile: "So, even though I know this is worthless, allow me to ask, what’s your thought?"

"The same as always."

The girl replied without hesitation.

"Heh, looks like now there’s another headache to deal with."

"I’m not going to apologize, oh."

"No problem, I’ll find a way, as always."

"Well then..."

"Well then?"

"I’ve initially understood what a ’card’ is, do you have any nice suits to recommend?"

"..."

Chapter 1178: End.

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