Four Split Personalities

In that match which looked pretty intense to outsiders but was basically a steamroll in the eyes of insiders, Batty Arthur, who had been at a disadvantage from the very beginning, practically tried everything he could think of and handed over sixty percent of the main process to his Counselor at the time—his fellow classmate at Holy Spear Military Academy, Lainan Lena—cooking up more than ten tactics that would count as complex even from a God’s Eye View, only for every single one of them to be effortlessly cracked by Theresa Tarosa, who was only fourteen at the time and, from any angle, just a beautiful loli; they never once managed to successfully carry out a single strategic intention all the way until their forces were completely wiped out.

Meanwhile, from the main perspective on Theresa’s side, Richard Ducasse, standing behind the girl as her Counselor, had practically not completed any work independently; he simply stood quietly behind Theresa, took the instruction cards she had lazily filled out and signed, carried them to the sand table to input them, and then relayed their known intel back to Theresa using the briefest, stingiest wording—no wasted lines, no subjective opinions.

You could say that in that match, Richard never actually performed the duties a Counselor was supposed to perform; he just turned into a pure loudspeaker, while that pretty girl with long flaxen hair in a three-strand braid was even more over the top—nodding off arrogantly while waiting for feedback, looking for all the world like she didn’t take her opponent seriously at all.

Genius! Miracle! Monster!

In less than three days, Theresa Tarosa’s name blew up, and she was even given the title of [Witch] by military enthusiasts who had gotten their hands on the Shadow Crystal through various means; the people who’d bad-mouthed her the hardest before, acting all skeptical, were now hyping her up just as hard.

Incidentally, in that final which had been tagged as a fixed match by countless people beforehand, Ducasse talked even less than he did in the quarterfinals against Batty; if Theresa could have gone up to the central Magic Sand Table herself, everyone felt they might as well not even need him as a "Counselor."

Incidentally again, in the eyes of Phyllis Graham and her advisor team, this farce was not unrelated to the fact that one year later, [Mercury Gold Military Academy] built two new teaching buildings and conveniently renovated every single facility on campus—including the toilets—twice over; and half an hour ago, after seeing those brand-new thirty sets of [Battle Six type], ten sets of [Diamond Seven-Generation], and more than ten crates of the latest copy instruction cards on the market at [Dan Slave Military Academy], Phyllis could practically nail it down: aside from making Theresa famous, the more important goal behind that "start low, end high" incident four years ago was probably—money!

You have to know that the cost of Imprinting an original Shadow Crystal is not cheap at all; that contract from [Mercury Gold Military Academy] with its "can only be copied once, no re-distribution, piracy will be prosecuted" clause was nakedly just two words—total monopoly.

And the profit that monopoly could generate was absolutely a very big number!

So big it was an astronomical figure that could pay to refurbish all of [Mercury Gold Military Academy], import a ton of high-end, cutting-edge simulation equipment, and still have money left over!

[Tsk tsk, what a business...]

Sitting in the corner, Phyllis clicked her tongue, pulled her gaze back from those brand-new [Battle Six type] machines out in the venue, and went back to scribbling on the Parchment on her knees. This was the [final draft of the contract] she’d prepared for a certain someone. Given that this exchange event was about to wrap up, her business negotiations with that soda vendor had also entered the final stage; while the specific process hadn’t exactly been smooth, at least they had finally started talking real terms.

And with business like this, once you’re talking real terms, signing and stamping isn’t far off.

So even in a setting like this, Her Highness the Wealth Saintess was still diligently working, looking utterly indifferent toward everything in the outside world.

As for Yu Chen, not far away, who was supervising Luna eating breakfast (supposedly she’d forgotten to), she was clearly getting nervous, because to her ears, this "Counselor" identity sounded especially, especially important—completely different from what she’d learned back in Misha County.

You have to know that when Feather Song was serving as Motan’s Deputy Officer back then, her basic job was to relay orders, relay orders, relay orders, relay orders, plus fighting—there was absolutely none of that Support work the principal had just described.

"Uu!"

Yu Chen, getting more and more nervous, let out a small whimper, looking like she was about to cry.

"What’s wrong?"

Luna casually shoved a piece of sponge cake into her own mouth, turned her head to glance at Yu Chen, and mumbled, "You want some of this too?"

"Ah, n-no... no."

Yu Chen shook her head, anxiously twisting her fingers. "It’s just that..."

She then explained her concerns to Luna; the core idea was that she was afraid this overreaching newbie would drag Motan down, and maybe she should hurry up and have him switch to a professional Counselor.

The Warfire League does offer a service where they provide teachers or senior students as temporary Counselors for Lone Wolf contestants.

Of course, the quality of those official Counselors is pretty average—not because they’re incompetent, but because for fairness’ sake, those temporary Counselors all act very restrained when doing Support work and, aside from their basic duties, almost never provide any truly effective help or ideas.

This was something Yu Chen didn’t know, but even if she did, she would probably still think she was inferior to those so-called professionals.

To be honest, her view wasn’t exactly wrong; after all, every craft has its specialist. Even if Yu Chen was, in all sorts of ways, a very smart girl, when it came to the War domain she was an absolute newbie, completely incomparable to Yizou, who had assisted Motan in Sumer back then—at least Yizou was a professionally trained Holy Knight.

It’s just that...

"Hei Fan won’t mind."

After listening to Yu Chen’s worries, Luna merely shook her head slightly; that half-asleep pretty face of hers bloomed with a faint smile as she said softly, "And I think, compared to others, you really are more suitable."

Yu Chen bit her lip, her Liu Mei creasing slightly. "I know he won’t mind, but I..."

"You feel like you can’t help?"

Luna’s lips curved, still keeping that dreamy Hazy smile. "Hei Fan is very strong."

"I’m not saying he’s not strong."

Yu Chen anxiously stared down at her own toes (which wasn’t easy for her), muttering, "I just feel like, if he switched to a competent Counselor..."

Yu Chen seemed to hear Luna let out a soft sigh—though she wasn’t sure if she imagined it.

"Do you especially want him to be champion?"

After swallowing the last piece of sponge cake, Luna tilted her head and asked Yu Chen.

"Ah... I wouldn’t say especially..."

Yu Chen reflexively shook her head, then hurriedly nodded hard. "No, I mean, of course I hope Hei Fan can get a good result, but if you say I especially want him to win the championship... I guess not really."

"Then..."

Luna nodded slightly and continued her questions. "Do you think he especially wants to win? That he’d be especially happy if he did?"

Yu Chen answered without thinking, "For other people, probably yes. But Hei Fan, uh... I feel like he probably doesn’t think that way."

"Mm, I think so too."

Luna casually flipped open the big book in her arms and said blandly, "So what exactly are you worrying about?"

"Eh?"

"Following your own logic, the biggest issue with Morning Forgotten Language serving as Hei Fan’s Counselor is just that it might lower his chances of winning, right?"

"Mm... that’s not wrong..."

"But you don’t really care about winning or losing that much, and he doesn’t really care that much either, right?"

"I feel like you’re talking circles around me."

"Is it about being happy? Or, well, joy?"

"What?"

"If you become his, you know, Counselor, you’d be really happy, right?"

"Th-this, um... this... I guess I would be?"

"And him? You think he’d be happy?"

"...He would."

"Then that’s enough."

"That’s enough?"

"That’s enough."

Chapter 1265: End

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