Four Split Personalities

Since then, there have been very few large-scale wars in the Warfire League. Even if there were, the strategic objectives of both sides would be relatively simple and straightforward, never anything as outrageous as "exterminate the entire enemy army."

In short—

"Today is the first day of the main tournament, we’ll go with you."

Yu Chen leaned down to smooth out the creases on Motan’s clothes, propped her chin as she circled around him, ’examining’ him for a long while. Then she pulled out an adhesive cross earring they bought earlier while wandering, and put it on him. Squinting her clear black eyes, she muttered, "Hmm... I knew this would look good. Ah, I should have bought that bracelet back then."

Motan’s face, full of astonishment, turned slightly red: "Huh?"

"Don’t move."

Yu Chen scurried behind Motan, carefully gathering a few locks of his hair in her hand, sighed with a bit of lament after estimating for a while: "Ugh... too short, I can’t tie it up."

Motan was stupefied, his body trembling a bit due to the girl’s breath brushing against the back of his neck as she spoke. He asked nervously, "What... what can’t be tied up?"

"Your hair."

Standing to Motan’s left, Yu Chen lightly bit her lip as she tried to pinch a few strands of hair near his ear while scrunching up her nose: "I wanted to give you a ponytail... or maybe a side ponytail, to match your earrings!"

Motan: Σ(っ°Д°;)っ

"What kind of expression is that~"

Yu Chen lightly tugged at Motan’s hair again, gesturing for a while before finally dropping her slender shoulders in frustration, muttering, "No, it’s still too short... Why did you cut your hair so short, Motan?"

"Hey, hey, hey!"

Finally regaining his composure with effort, Motan suppressed his desire to savor the scent around the girl for a few more seconds. He jumped back half a meter, watching Yu Chen with a mix of caution and bewilderment, more specifically, eyeing the curling iron in Yu Chen’s hand (full name: Portable Aurora Cross Hair Curling, a favorite among the ladies at the Combat Nuns’ Abbey) warily: "What are you trying to do?!"

"Eh?"

The girl tilted her head, blinking with naive confusion: "What do you mean, what am I doing?"

"The earrings!"

Motan pointed at the black cross on his earlobe, tugged on his hair twice, watching the approaching girl vigilantly, speaking in a deep voice: "And the ponytail... what are you trying to do?"

"To dress you up."

Yu Chen smiled as if it was only natural and took another step forward: "Come, let’s hurry, let me curl your..."

"Stop!"

Motan took another step back, only to find himself bumping into a cabinet by the wall. He immediately called out to halt Yu Chen, exclaiming in surprise: "You... don’t come over!"

Yu Chen wrinkled her nose, hesitantly gazing at the curling iron in her hand: "You don’t like it? But I think it would look quite good."

Motan’s mouth twitched slightly, dryly responding: "I wasn’t talking about that, I mean... what... why are you dressing me up, Yu Chen!"

The girl was momentarily stunned, then chuckled softly: "Isn’t this what you said yourself?"

Motan was dumbfounded: "I said that? What did I say?"

"You said~"

Yu Chen spoke as she approached Motan, raising the curling iron in her hand, her gaze unyielding: "You occasionally want to look cool."

Pop!

Motan gently grasped the girl’s slender wrist, almost breaking into tears: "That’s not what I meant!"

"You said it, you want to be cool!"

In reality, Yu Chen could never have been as strong as Motan, but the character Dawn’s Forgotten Language, even in terms of power attributes, was no less than Hei Fan. Thus, she was earnestly trying to suppress the man in front of her who stubbornly refused to comply, her cheeks flushed red with exertion: "Let me... give you a curl..."

"Yu Chen, you... ugh! You misunderstood, I just said it offhandedly, I didn’t really mean it!"

"Don’t argue, that’s exactly what you meant."

"I didn’t... want people to think... why are you so strong!"

"Didn’t want people to think what?"

"To think I’m cool."

"I know, but do you want me to think you’re cool?"

"..."

Momentarily at a loss for words, Motan, in his dazed state, finally lost to Yu Chen in the battle of strength, forced to sit on the floor by her slender white hand.

The girl giggled sweetly, kneeling in front of Motan, tenderly lifting a lock of his hair, a playful curve on her lips: "Don’t move about~"

"No, um... let’s talk this over, I think..."

Motan, ever unwilling to concede, attempted one last act of resistance.

However—

"Once it’s curled, I think it’ll be really cool♪"

She brushed aside Motan’s powerless right hand, her smile as radiant as the morning light, like a saintess.

...

Ten minutes later

"Yo! Havan, you’re finally here... oh crap!"

The Wealth Saintess, who’d been guarding the staircase with arms crossed, let out a sharp scream and then fell silent.

"Brother Hei Fan looks really handsome today."

The young Sun Saint Son, who had yet to outgrow the ’Zhengtai’ stage, nodded vigorously and sincerely complimented.

"The earring is very pretty."

The Second Princess of the Griffin Empire, Elisa Logan, wrapped her arms around the Holy Son’s shoulder and said with a big smile, "But it’s a bit too early for Brother Black."

Tom, the ascetic in a hood, with his face covered in linen, offered a gentle smile, nodding: "It indeed has a great vibe. When we get back, I’ll apply for an advanced priest robe for you, it suits this hairstyle really well."

"Dignified."

Spurada, the Archbishop of the Justice Sect, offered a concise evaluation.

"Thank... thank you everyone."

With a stylish look - pretty earrings - a vibey demeanor - dignified - oh crap Motan responded with a dry chuckle, listlessly descending the stairs, while Yu Chen followed behind him with a smile.

In fact, Motan’s appearance hadn’t changed much. Apart from the additional earrings, his outfit was still his usual priest robe. It was just that after Yu Chen meticulously trimmed his eyebrows and permed his messy black hair into textured curls, his overall spirit had a noticeable boost, simply put, he objectively became more handsome.

Of course, the ’handsome’ here is relative to Motan himself. Purely in terms of facial features, he still pales compared to handsome guys like Yi Dong.

"Look, look~"

Following behind, Yu Chen pursed her lips into a smile, leaning down to whisper in Motan’s ear: "Everyone’s complimenting you on being handsome."

"No."

Motan shook his head expressionlessly, glancing at Fyari: "She said ’oh crap.’"

"Expressing myself with ’oh crap’, I rule the world with a single phrase!"

With keen ears, Fyari promptly placed her hands on her hips and chuckled arrogantly: "You can take it as a compliment!"

Motan recalled how Fyari nearly choked with rage yesterday afternoon at the Black Mary because of ’himself’, feeling slightly better: "Yeah, I’ll take it as a compliment."

"The Dan Slave Military Academy is not far from here, we can grab a bite before heading out."

Sitting at the table, Tom waved to everyone and smiled at Motan: "And it doesn’t matter if we’re a bit late either. You’re a special invitee, only the top 32 will appear. Today, you probably won’t need to compete."

Spurada the Archbishop laughed heartily, patting the chair beside him, signaling Motan to sit: "But we think going early to get a feel for the atmosphere would be better. I heard from Lady Fyari, Hei Fan, you weren’t very serious as a judge in a previous tournament, huh?"

"Uh, well..."

"This time you’re a special invitee, and you’re representing the Holy Church Union. You get what I mean, right?"

"Er... yeah."

"Make sure you watch the matches and familiarize yourself with the rules to avoid embarrassment. We don’t demand you stand out, but don’t disgrace us either, alright?"

"Got it..."

"Oh right, I heard that Richard Ryan from the College of Divine Radiance also signed up. Is that right, Lady Yu Chen? I remember his friend mentioned this to you, didn’t he?"

"Huh!?"

"Hmm...?

Chapter 1259: End

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