Four Split Personalities

"Time is running out."

Richard interrupted her anxiously, gritting his teeth, "Whatever you have to say, wait until I get back. Execute the order now, okay?"

"No."

Heather shook her head and smiled, "Not at all."

Richard stared wide-eyed in astonishment, pressing hard on her shoulder, almost pleading, "Why?"

"Because when it comes to matters between me and Richard Ryan, I always have the final say."

Heather blinked and smiled, "Unless..."

"Don’t say it!"

"The one giving orders to me is..."

"Don’t say it! Heather!"

"General Laine."

Heather stared directly into Richard’s eyes, stubbornly finishing her sentence, "In that case, I would, of course, obey your orders unconditionally, without any discount. That’s what I promised you before."

Richard closed his eyes in pain.

"You can’t fool me... or rather, you never intended to fool me from the beginning, Richard."

Heather casually tore off the wax seal on that ’important intelligence’, chuckling as she pulled out a stack of blank parchment from inside, "You just wanted us to have a tacit understanding. You just hoped that I, as Heather Winterfang, would be willing to listen to my fiancé’s suggestion. Unfortunately... I’m not that easily swayed."

She casually tossed the stack of parchment onto the ground, letting out a cold laugh—

"Between us, when did it become up to you to decide?"

...

One minute passed, what felt like the longest minute of Richard Ryan’s life...

"Can’t you just listen to me, just this once?"

Richard turned his back to Heather, letting out a deep sigh.

"Impossible, that’s my temper."

Heather laughed, making a face at Richard’s back, "Love it or leave it."

Richard covered his eyes, his voice slightly trembling, "So..."

"So, what’s General Laine’s thought on this?"

Heather interrupted her lover lightly, asking calmly, "Sorry, I’m busy now, can’t listen to fiancé Richard’s words."

"I still can’t die."

Richard clenched his hands tightly, speaking dryly, "I... at least not now."

"Yeah, you told me that."

Heather nodded, smiling, "You’re not in a position to die."

"This line of defense needs me."

Richard’s pace of speech began to pick up, speaking in a near-frantic tone, "No one else can lead this battle. Hei Fan is the target of the Sin King’s Fist. If he comes to the front line, he will be beheaded. If that Demon General is determined to kill him, not even God can stop it."

Heather continued nodding, her tone leisurely, "Then he can’t be allowed to come over, after all, that poor guy is even less in a position to die than you."

"Skolk’s reinforcements should be arriving soon. Once they settle into Covenant Fortress, even the Sin King’s Fist won’t have an easy time. Ramollok wouldn’t allow his colleagues to take such risks. Despite being able to command the Sin King’s Fist, ultimately, as Original Sin Demon Generals, he has no right to let them execute a potentially deadly order after the situation starts to shift."

Richard closed his eyes in pain, roaring, "All of this presumes we can hold on until Skolk reaches the southern battlefield. Now that Ramollok is aware Hei Fan is bait, reinforcements no longer need to conceal their path and are probably racing here already, but that still takes time."

Heather gently hugged Richard from behind, whispering in his ear, "How long do we need?"

"I don’t know..."

"That’s really bad."

"Yeah, it’s terrible."

"Hehe, so? Are you done with the charade?"

"If you see me as ’General Laine’ now, your actions..."

"You can punish me later."

"Heather..."

"Yes."

"I have to stay alive, even though I don’t know when reinforcements will arrive, but I know, only I can hold on the longest."

"Yes."

"So, to ensure my survival, I must have a resilient unit to hold the line, besides the Iron Wall’s main force."

"Yes."

"The Penitent Special Combat Group... I need them to hold the Sin King’s Fist at the 798 position for at least three hours."

"Yes."

"Are you listening to me?"

"Yes, is there a battle plan?"

"I just finished it five minutes ago."

"Does the plan include my Half-step Legend strength?"

"..."

"Are you listening to me?"

"Yes."

"Haha, as expected, you guessed how I’d react from the start. Tsk, such a hypocritical man."

"Heather..."

"Three hours, is that enough to make the rear as solid as a rock?"

"I don’t know, but it’s the best I can do."

"Haha~"

Heather laughed, forcefully turning Richard to face her, scrunching her nose at the man whose eyes were red with tears, "If you ordered me as General Laine to retreat from the battlefield, I’d obediently listen, after all, a fiancé is far less important than a military order."

"..."

"Hey!"

Heather softly cupped Richard’s cheeks, deeply gazing into his pained eyes, smiling with satisfaction, "Now, give me your order, General Laine."

Richard opened his mouth hoarsely, "Heather..."

"The order."

The other party interrupted him without hesitation, repeating, "Tell me your order."

"Captain Heather Winterfang."

"Yes, General!"

"You are relieved of your duty as Deputy Officer, effective immediately."

"Yes, General!"

"I order... order you... I..."

"Go on!"

"I order you to lead the remnants of the [Penitent Special Combat Group], immediately establish a blockade at the 798 position as planned to intercept the Sin King’s Fist and other Sin King forces for at least three hours! Buy time for the main force to retreat, for your top commander, my survival, for me to live through the enemy’s assault, no... no..."

"No what?"

"At any cost."

"Yes, General! Mission will be accomplished, General!"

"Heather..."

"Do you love me?"

"Wha..."

Richard didn’t finish his sentence, as his lips were sealed by Heather, although it wasn’t their first time—

"Last time I’ll kiss you."

Heather suddenly pushed Richard away, licking the blood from her lips that belonged to him, smiled warmly, "Let’s break up, I’ve already got my answer."

Richard froze.

"If you truly loved me, even as General Laine, you would send me to safety, wouldn’t you?"

Heather giggled, patting his shoulder before lowering her head and whispering, "But you can’t, can you?"

"I..."

"So I don’t love you either. Don’t worry, the one being sulky is your ex-girlfriend right now."

Heather made a face, playfully sticking out her tongue at Richard, "I’m not [Penitent Special Combat Group]’s Captain Heather Winterfang. Just three hours, easy-peasy~"

"Heather, I..."

"Get lost!"

"..."

"Go! Go, go, go, go, go!!! Leave your plan, disappear!"

"..."

"Immediately! Disappear for me!"

"...I’m sorry."

His voice was so heartbreakingly sorrowful.

But she never looked back at him again.

Finally, his footsteps gradually faded away and disappeared.

In the next moment, she collapsed to the ground, weeping like a child.

"I’m sorry... I lied to you..."

...

Six hours later

Position 799, Temporary Command Center

"Report!"

"Speak..."

"Position 798 was hit by a powerful energy shock 20 seconds ago, now completely leveled, the Penitent Special Combat Group... has gone completely silent."

"Hmm."

Chapter ███: End

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