Four Split Personalities

Richard swallowed and resumed the simulation process: "If I follow what she said at the time and push the backup right flank directly..."

Under his command, the blue team’s right flank on the sand table instantly turned into a raging torrent, relentlessly pushing toward the red team’s supply line that had just seemed impenetrable but was actually empty.

Meanwhile, Andre was urgently deploying the nearest troops for interception as he continued: "Under this premise, if you have identified the location of my command center, while I remain unaware..."

"This is what would happen."

Richard, inputting commands at a dazzling speed, kept a firm eye on his side’s right flank that had completely severed one of the red team’s main supply lines, directing the blue arrowhead straight toward a certain direction.

"Cannot stop it."

Andre sighed and spoke with unwavering certainty while he desperately commanded nearby troops to provide assistance, but as he said, the blue team’s movements were too swift, too aggressive, too resolute. Even if he tried his best, he was powerless to slow down Richard’s right flank, which directly crushed the command center.

After that, Richard’s right flank was completely wiped out by the fierce counterattack of the red team’s remnants, but with Andre’s orders no longer received, the headless red team was ultimately powerless to reverse the situation. They were soon completely annihilated by Richard.

"Seems like I won."

Richard didn’t seem too excited, gently letting out a breath.

"Regarding the rules of that match..."

Andre downed his glass of red wine in one go, reminding: "The moment my command center was taken down, the simulation ended."

Richard picked up his wine glass and nodded indifferently.

For the next few minutes, neither spoke.

Finally, Andre broke the silence...

"So, what did we witness?"

He stood up, walked slowly to the door, and softly asked.

"We witnessed a pitiful girl who has been tormented by her past take the first step, nothing more."

Richard’s response came from behind, calm and serene.

Andre rarely smiled, nodded slightly, and looked back at his ’old friend’: "I will come earlier tomorrow."

Richard snorted lightly, only calmly speaking as Andre opened the door halfway: "I’m having some regrets."

"Regrets about what?"

"Maybe I shouldn’t have agreed to teach her."

"You mean the simulation?"

"I mean war."

"..."

"..."

...

The next day, Little Teresa unexpectedly greeted Richard with a good morning, which almost made the usually stern man cry on the spot. When she showed interest in that ’game’, he instantly threw aside the worries that had tormented him the entire night and spent the whole morning with the girl by the sand table in the office.

The changed Andre, also in the Academy City’s public lunch break, secretly sneaked into the Dan Slave Military Academy, and in a rare move, shaved off his beard, making his chiseled face less intimidating.

Upon entering Richard’s office, Andre looked displeased as he too was tormented by worries about war all night. He was almost ready to confront Richard on the spot. However, when Little Teresa ran up to him and almost fell flat before expressing her wish to play the simulation with the ’not so fierce uncle’, Andre rushed to the sand table as if chased by a Goblin High Explosive Bomb.

Afterwards, the famous general Andre Karynin, known for his thirty years of service in the Silver Alliance and the title of ’Iron Emperor’, played seventeen rounds with Little Teresa.

The score was eight losses and nine wins.

From an objective viewpoint, Andre seemed to have won, but his opponent was a mere nine-year-old girl who didn’t even know what simulation was half a day ago!

"Hey..."

As Teresa was focused on finishing her meal, Richard quietly asked Andre: "You must have gone easy on her, right?"

"Do you really think I would seriously compete against a nine-year-old child?"

"In the last round, you probably took it seriously."

"Maybe..."

"How do you feel?"

"In the first round, I probably used twenty percent of my skill level and won."

"Hm."

"In the second round, still with twenty percent skill level, I lost."

"Hm..."

"Third round, ten percent skill level, won."

"Hm."

"Fourth round, ten percent skill level, lost."

"...Hm."

"Do you know what I’m thinking now?"

"What are you thinking?"

"If possible, never let me play the eighteenth round with that girl."

"..."

Richard didn’t say anything at the time, but in fact, for nearly ten years, neither he nor Andre played a single simulation with Teresa in any form.

In summary, from that day onwards, Teresa gradually changed.

Just as Richard said, the girl who had been tormented by her past truly made her first step.

Teresa visibly became more cheerful; she smiled more, became more affectionate, and even actively asked Richard to read bedtime stories to her, pleasing Richard that although she loved simulation games, she preferred romantic fairy tales of princesses and princes, princesses and dragons, princes and dragons, princes and princes to books like ’A Thousand and One Battles’ and ’A Compilation of Famous Historical Battles’.

Although it felt somewhat odd, Richard and Andre were very happy, at least Teresa didn’t become a war-obsessed madman.

Teresa was a very smart girl, specifically, so smart that if the library of Dan Slave Military Academy also birthed a Book Spirit, Teresa would certainly know just as much.

Her previously withdrawn demeanor, as Teresa herself said, was merely ’fear of stepping out,’ but once she truly stepped out, it was no longer a concern.

Thus, in most cases, she was merely a girl who, although very shy and not great at interacting with others, was still perfectly normal.

Five years later, under Richard’s arrangement, Teresa Tarosa officially enrolled in the Dan Slave Military Academy, and her previous room on the third underground floor was replaced with a dormitory like everyone else’s.

Both Richard and Andre felt that at fourteen, Teresa should not always interact with older men like them, but should instead make friends closer in age.

Their thinking was correct, because despite Teresa being comfortable with these two, in other situations... as she said, ’in front of strangers, she still gets so nervous that her stomach hurts,’ so never mind making friends, she barely leaves her room.

Thus Richard took a strong stance, with Andre fully supporting the decision.

Go to school, go make friends.

As her ’home’ for eight years, Dan Slave Military Academy was naturally the only choice.

Teresa, realizing she couldn’t continue this way, also ultimately agreed.

Indeed, she did make some friends, such as when she first enrolled, the second-year Foster Ward and Lian Yuan Rui, as well as Karouz Webb and Mary Mao, who would graduate the following year, her dorm mate Qian Niao Yao, and several girls in her class.

Although she couldn’t compare with most ordinary people, Teresa was ultimately no longer alone, and as Andre and Richard hoped, began to happily live her life as a ’normal girl.’

Indeed.

Teresa Tarosa is an ordinary girl, at most, she can be described as an intelligent, kind-hearted, shy, introverted, gentle, and lovely ordinary girl.

As long as she doesn’t sit in the command seat or in front of the sand table...

The Witch will not awaken.

Chapter twelve hundred eighty-one: End

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