Four Split Personalities

"The matter concerning the Black Vatican Priest?"

Foster looked somewhat surprised. He glanced down at the girl beside him, whose head barely reached his shoulder, currently absentmindedly tweaking a three-strand braid and lightly scratching her chin. Curiously, he asked, "Why him? I thought you’d be more interested in discussing the high priest Ramollok."

Teresa lightly shook her head and casually replied, "Regarding the high priest Ramollok, I probably know more than you, senior."

Foster didn’t show the slightest surprise and simply asked calmly, "How so?"

"I’ve read through all the battle scenarios from that ’Border Skirmish’ between the Dream Teaching Country and the Griffin Dynasty."

Teresa pursed her lips and turned her gaze to the costly projection equipment in the center of the laboratory: "I’ve watched his two matches during the day more than a hundred times."

Foster raised an eyebrow: "More than a hundred times? I remember those two matches took quite a while, how did you..."

"I watched them at ten times the speed."

Teresa gave a naive and innocent smile, nodding confidently at Foster: "That’s why I think I understand Ramollok better than you, senior."

"Haha."

Foster chuckled silently. He casually picked up a report from the table that hadn’t been stained by coffee, glanced at its contents: "However, I also read the battle reports of the high priest Ramollok from the Dream Teaching Country."

Teresa stood on tiptoe to look at the report in Foster’s hand, cutely tilted her head and thought for half a minute before seriously raising her small face and saying to him: "Senior, the same report contains different amounts of information depending on the reader~"

"Hurts my pride a bit, doesn’t it? I’m one of the six seed players, after all, a hot contender for the championship this year."

Despite saying so, Foster didn’t show any sign of being ’hurt,’ and he smiled: "But since you said it, Teresa, I can only accept."

Teresa glared at Foster in mild frustration, discontentedly saying: "Honestly, if you spent a bit more effort on your coursework, you’d surely be much stronger than you are now."

Foster shrugged and held up his hands: "And then? Stronger than you?"

"Are you just being argumentative, senior..."

Teresa narrowed her beautiful silver-gray eyes, looking at Foster somewhat irritably.

"Clearly not."

Foster casually remarked, then turned toward a nearby set of magic sand table experiments, speaking lightly: "I’m just saying that while putting more effort into coursework indeed brings results, without sufficient talent, those results are insufficient to reach the peak of a domain. Teresa, we both possess diligent traits, but I will never be able to become you, nor become Ramollok."

Teresa pouted and refuted: "But you’re indeed excellent, senior!"

"Perhaps my talent is that I can relatively easily be ’excellent,’ but it’s merely excellence. To go further, next to a genius like you in specific domains, it’s just futile to quadruple the effort."

As Foster spoke, he walked over to the projection equipment and turned it off, shifting the topic back: "So, Teresa, why are you interested in the Black Vatican Priest?"

Recognizing that her eloquence couldn’t stand before Foster, Teresa placed no further emphasis on the senior’s idleness over the years, calmly responding: "Because Senior Lian mentioned that the high priest Ramollok joined this Warfire League precisely to duel a little with the Black Vatican Priest."

Foster, after hearing this, nodded thoughtfully, and after a brief silence, quietly said: "I probably have a guess about your intentions."

"Before coming over here, I searched through all the materials I could find, but the information about the Black Vatican Priest is scarce indeed."

Teresa, perplexedly using her index finger to wrap her three-strand braid, pouted and complained: "I only know he led the people in Misha County against a vast number of plague-infected creatures, which, though not strong, were countless and managed to quell the disaster in a short time. But the details of the Requiem Operation aren’t recorded in the academy archives; what I found has no reference value."

Foster began to chuckle intriguedly, pacing back to the table behind the girl: "I believe it’s because most lecturers in our academy who slightly understand the Misha County battle think the achievements of the Black Vatican Priest are quite inflated. Even if occasionally mentioned in class, it’s mostly to introduce some gilding techniques within the system. As a matter of fact, the high priest Ramollok once questioned our academy’s teaching standards because of this."

"Uh... is that so..."

Teresa frowned and then curiously asked Foster: "Why did you discuss it with him, senior?"

"Because I didn’t understand either why the newly risen General Star of the Dream Teaching Country, who shook the world, would be so interested in a young man known only within the Church of the Dawn."

Foster adjusted his non-prescription glasses, then turned and walked towards the laboratory door: "Come with me. Although the school archives don’t have what you want, after talking with the high priest Ramollok that day, I’ve collected some information from other sources. Though not much, you might find it interesting."

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