Four Split Personalities

Karuz was shocked at the time: "What?!"

"Is it really unbelievable? It might seem that way to Mr. Webb, but it’s actually doable. Mr. Webb, don’t forget, providing ideas and references for the Commander is part of a Counselor’s duty."

Teresa chuckled playfully, smiling, "When you think about it like that, doesn’t it seem a bit natural?"

Although indeed attending the [Danu Military Academy], Karuz, who majored in [Military Engineering Equipment] and [Battlefield Magic Studies], shook his head vigorously: "I don’t think so, not at all. I observed that Dyson barely said anything."

"There’s no need to say too much."

Teresa glanced at the stack of instruction cards in Karuz’s hand and said softly, "As long as he reveals a slight inclination during integration and reporting, it’s enough for Chief Priest Ramollok to pick up and utilize directly."

Karuz pouted, snorted, "Really? But his completion wasn’t that great, considering how it turned out."

Clearly just a young girl, Teresa sighed helplessly, "Because his completion target was Teacher Dyson. Mr. Webb, don’t you understand yet? Counselor Ramollok instantly deduced the ’correct’ tactics that Teacher Dyson believed in, rather than implementing tactics in Dyson’s way! Those orders don’t belong to him at all!"

"This..."

Finally understanding, Karuz widened his eyes in astonishment, "This can really be done? Is this something humans can do?!"

"Yes, it can."

However, Teresa calmly nodded, speaking softly, "I can."

Karuz squinted at Teresa, asking dryly, "Really? How? Stare into Dyson’s eyes when he hands you the information?"

"Didn’t you notice, Mr. Webb?"

Teresa shook her head, speaking somewhat eerily, "That Chief Priest Ramollok basically listened throughout as Teacher Dyson verbally reported the information from this sand table."

Karuz rolled his eyes, "What’s the difference?"

"The sequence, tone, and subjective intentions of all the elements."

While unconsciously playing with her braids, Teresa spoke calmly, "With sufficient insight... Don’t put on that look, Mr. Webb, you know I’m not talking about the insight that shatters the bow tie of the first statue of Mercury Academy’s headmaster at seven hundred meters with a prototype from the research department, but something else."

"Oh, then what?"

Karuz pouted again, snorting, "Don’t explain the rest to me, just tell me what that Ramollok big shot is up to. Is it fun?"

Teresa indeed became silent this time, until Karuz finished packing his equipment and activated the green light to signal the next group of players before speaking softly, "No, although it’s just a vague intuition, I feel..."

...

"Ramollok probably wants to familiarize himself with the role a Counselor can play in this strategic confrontation simulation in the shortest possible time, even... the operation mechanism of that set of equipment."

Motan slightly turned his body, whispered to Yu Chen, who inexplicably became interested in this matter, "Of course, this is just my guess."

To not undermine Black’s ’genius teenager’ image, Motan whispered to Yu Chen in the previous few minutes, not letting anyone else hear his view on the recent simulation.

Although unsure why Yu Chen suddenly became intensely interested in strategic confrontation, it was natural for this youthful guy to show his strengths before his sweetheart from various perspectives.

"The role a Counselor can play..."

Yu Chen unconsciously twisted her fingers, nodded lightly, speaking with a complex tone and a bitter smile, "I somehow feel out of sync."

"You’re not."

Out of the blue, Motan countered.

"Eh?"

Yu Chen paused, surprisedly turning to look at Motan, who had a serious expression: "Hei Fan, what did you say?"

"I said, you’re not out of sync."

Just now, realizing why Yu Chen kept asking him about the match, Motan nodded, showing a simple smile to the girl, "To be exact, I believe you can surely keep up with my pace in the match, Counselor Princess~"

"What Counselor Princess, what nonsense!"

Yu Chen threw a small eye roll at Motan, pouting, "Besides, I couldn’t understand the match just now..."

Motan chuckled kindly, saying lightly, "Trust me, you’re definitely not the only one who couldn’t understand that match, and I’m not comforting you nor playing word games. I dare say most people here watching, even the judges included, couldn’t fully grasp that match."

"Oh."

Yu Chen nodded, looking somewhat relieved, yet overall still giving off a nervous vibe.

"Here’s the thing."

Motan scratched his head, organizing his thoughts for a while before continuing, "Ramollok’s maneuver before didn’t offer us any reference at all. Personally, it feels like he’s preparing for something."

Yu Chen blinked, asked curiously, "Preparing for what?"

"Don’t know."

Motan shook his head, eyes slightly narrowing, "But if expected, we should soon find out..."

...

The following three hours saw the first round of the Warfire League main competition passionately unfold, displaying a diverse array of tactics, whether from the underworld or mortal realm, grounded or otherworldly, flawless or unique, thrilling everyone present. Even Yu Chen got swept by the ambiance, cheering softly for a few female contestants she felt connected to, while Fyari, Elisa, and Black watched with delight.

Luna was also engrossed, albeit in her Alchemy Notes rather than the match.

Finally, nearing noon, the first round of the Warfire League’s main competition concluded, with a total of one hundred and eight contestants standing out, qualified to prepare for the second round in the afternoon.

Among them, Motan knew Batty Arthur and Richard Ryan, who both advanced smoothly; the former securing victory with noticeable dominance, while the latter managed despite it being no easy feat, at least as seen by Yu Chen, since the person beside her pointed out eighty critical leaks during Richard’s game.

"Nitpicker."

Eventually, the now overwhelmed girl couldn’t help but roll her eyes at Motan, who finally behaved, ceasing to mutter his endless critique.

For the record, in those three hours, Motan once topped his own account, but given the ’Chaotic Neutral’ persona also had interest in the Warfire League, surprisingly decided to exit the game briefly and adjusted his mental state back in reality.

With Yu Chen’s cover, Motan’s brief nap of less than twenty minutes wasn’t noticed by anyone else, well, except Luna.

As for Tom and Spurada, assured of having no chance of advancing from thirty-two to sixteen, they left early, unlike Fyari, who constantly slacked.

Then—

Game Time PM13:45

The second round of the main competition, where one hundred and four contestants face off to fifty-two, commenced, with all contestants redrawing tags per the competition system.

Fifteen minutes later

Amidst the audience’s complex gaze, the most prominent number one broadcast screen lit up two names—

Red Side: No. 1, [College of Divine Radiance] Grade Six, Church of the Dawn - Richard Ryan

Blue Side: No. 2, [Dream Teaching Country Delegation] - Ramollok

Chapter 1270: The End

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