Four Split Personalities

"I agreed."

With a gentle sigh, Motan shook his head helplessly, choosing to surrender.

Originally poised with crossed legs, chin resting on hands, and snacking on dried fruit, the Wealth Saintess was stunned and instinctively asked, "What did you say?"

Sitting next to her, Yu Chen was also taken aback, turning with concern to look at the man: "Hei Fan?"

"Yes, I agreed."

Motan glanced at Fyari, then gave Yu Chen a reassuring smile before turning to the equally surprised Foster Ward, speaking listlessly, "It’s rare for your academy to offer someone like me a chance. I couldn’t be too unappreciative of it, could I?"

"That’s great news."

Foster’s response was quick, so even though Motan’s attitude differed from the subtle hints given by others before, he adjusted his thoughts swiftly, smiling, "Then I will return to the academy shortly and inform the specific personnel that Black Vatican Priest has accepted the invitation."

With a distinctly formal smile on his face, Motan nodded slightly, "Alright then, how troublesome for you, Chairman Foster."

’Is it really okay?_(:з)∠)_’

Under the table, Yu Chen gently tugged on Motan’s sleeve, her face showing concern as she quickly sent him a message.

In terms of incongruity, this girl who had been closely interacting with Motan since shortly after joining, vaguely developing into a ’more than friends’ relationship, understood him well. To her, although Motan would step up when there’s no room for negotiation, his attitude towards such matters was always as evasive as possible unless it was completely unavoidable.

In other words, his quick agreement to something that sounded quite troublesome was unfathomable.

’You can’t escape what’s meant to be...’

Since he felt this matter had absolutely no relation to ’fortune,’ Motan didn’t bother with the first part of the saying and simply sent back this brief message to express his resigned mindset.

"Haha, it seems like it’ll be really interesting~"

The Second Princess of the Griffin Dynasty covered her mouth and laughed, then gently pinched the hand of the neighboring Sun Saint, leaned close, and whispered in his ear, "Will you take me to watch the competition then?"

With Tom and Spurada, who served as seniors, superiors, and elders, present, Black drastically changed his interaction style with Elisa since morning, concealing the obvious feelings, as described by Motan as very apparent, and worked hard to maintain the stance of ’merely friends, even though close but without any improper intentions towards Elisa Logan, as the Sun Saint Day Black Prince,’ which was quite taxing.

However, Elisa also restrained herself compared to usual, yet possibly because of the prince’s lacking acting skills, she still often slipped into being ’too affectionate’ with Black, leaving him distressed.

"Okay, alright."

The childish Saint Hei stiffly nodded, a slight dryness in his calm voice, "If I have time then, everyone can go watch Black Vatican compete together."

While speaking, he secretly observed Tom and Spurada’s expressions until he confirmed they didn’t notice anything unusual, finally relaxing internally with a long breath.

In fact, this child was entirely overthinking it. Given Elisa, although not quite old enough to be Black’s mother, she’s a full decade senior to this young boy, the two ’elders’ would absolutely not think too much.

"Great! That’s settled then!"

Elisa happily hugged Black, pulling him closer to rub her clean, fair cheek, "Keep your word, don’t temporarily back out and forget me!"

"Okay... alright."

Caught off guard as he was pulled into her embrace, the youth nearly lost the ability to think, nodding reluctantly, then relying on his last bit of sanity to sneakily check the two elders again, finding both Tom and Spurada looking at him and Elisa with extremely kind eyes.

Kind!

Just like watching siblings with a significant age gap, like seeing a niece entertaining her own young grandson!

A nearly suffocating agitation suddenly spread within Black, rapidly flowing through his entire being.

Only Black himself could feel the piercing chill, restoring clarity swiftly, those eyes confused with fever-like haze abruptly cleared, even...with a flicker of coldness.

Yet, almost none of those present noticed this detail, the elders’ gazes warm, Fyari still deeply shocked by Havan Priest’s direct acceptance of the competition, Yizou wore pride and satisfaction, Yu Chen nervously gazed at Motan, wanting to say something but holding back, and Motan, as the only aware of Black’s ’love,’ was desperate to appear unconcerned.

Despite this, the youth’s inadvertently exposed feature still caught someone’s attention.

[Daylight Black, although still young, the Sun Sect’s Blessed One with a legendary record, hmm, should I keep a little watch...]

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