Four Split Personalities

Richard?

Andre?

Kill him?

Why?

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In that instant, even Lian—who usually ticked all the boxes of mature, smart, calm, and gentle—blue-screened on the spot and froze rigidly where she stood.

It wasn’t that she couldn’t react; in fact, it was precisely because she reacted so fast that she was this shocked, looking like she’d just been struck by lightning, staring dumbly with her eyes wide open.

Not many people knew that Richard and Andre had long since become close, and even fewer knew that both of them doted on Teresa to an utterly insane degree. But Lian·Yuan Rui and Foster Ward were not among the ignorant; they’d already known since their second year.

So once they combined that with what the girl had just said, the answer was really, really easy to guess.

Question: under what circumstances would those two stern, stone-faced deans, so highly respected and never smiling, both want to take someone out at the same time?

The answer was very simple: when it involved Teresa, who wasn’t their biological daughter, but might as well have been.

Any insider would never doubt that if some blind fool ever bullied Teresa, those two old men would turn into Asuras in an instant and find every possible way to tear the perpetrator to pieces.

Yet according to Teresa’s own words, she seemed to be worried that the two old men might harm this apprentice member of the Holy Church Union delegation of the current exchange conference—the Black Vatican Priest under the Church of the Dawn—who clearly had nothing whatsoever to do with her.

Heaven and earth as witness, the two of them hadn’t even met each other once.

So here comes the question——

Why would Teresa, who had no entanglement whatsoever with the Black Vatican Priest, worry that he might get killed by her two "fathers"?

By this point, everyone has probably already guessed it: Teresa was very likely wanting to create some kind of "entanglement" with the Black Vatican Priest—and not just any entanglement, but the kind that could make Richard and Andre feel a murderous urge!

Mm... if we keep deducing from here, we’d either be deluding ourselves or just padding word count, so let’s jump straight to the conclusion——

"Even though it’s completely irrational."

Foster, who had already vaguely guessed the answer, pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a deep sigh. After exchanging a glance with Lian—whose pupil-quake had just now settled down—he looked at Teresa with an extremely complicated expression. "But... if I haven’t misjudged this, Teresa, you... don’t tell me you’ve fallen for that Black Vatican Priest?"

"Uu!"

Having gradually calmed down, Teresa’s pretty face had slowly begun to blush; after Foster said that, even her ears turned the color of shyness. She collapsed back into her chair, lightly scratching her cheek with one of her braided pigtails, and murmured in a breathy voice, "The Black Vatican Priest is... my Prince!"

"Ha..."

Hearing that, Lian, who had still been barely managing to stay upright, let out a weak laugh, her eyes rolling back. Caught off guard by the impact, she actually blacked out and fell straight over.

"Lian, calm down."

Foster, quick-eyed and quick-handed, caught Lian’s body and said that in a not-very-calm voice. Then he waved his hand, remotely pulling a single-seater sofa over from not far away, carefully laid Lian down on it, and brushed his hand over her forehead, using some method to awaken her. At the same time, he turned his head and, his voice slightly cracking, said to Teresa, "You calm down too, Teresa."

Unfortunately, the girl was currently gazing hazily out the window—toward the opposite direction of the place marked in the documents as "the [Favor] Hotel where the Black Vatican Priest is staying in Academy City"—clearly not taking in a single word.

"Little Teresa!"

Lian, who had just slowly regained consciousness, let out a soft cry, springing up from the sofa as if she had a spring in her back. Then, vanishing from where she’d been like she’d teleported, she reappeared 0.27 seconds later in front of Teresa, gripping the girl’s slender shoulders hard, her voice trembling. "You... y-you-you-you... don’t tell me what you meant was... you’ve fallen for that Black Vatican Priest?!"

The girl lifted her head to look at her senior, who had almost never lost her composure before. A sweet curve lifted at the corner of her lips, and she nodded lightly. "Mhmm!"

"You two haven’t even met once!"

Lian looked like she could faint again at any moment.

"You don’t need to meet to know..."

Teresa lowered her eyes, absentmindedly twining her braided pigtail around her index finger as she spoke softly, "Even though he really hates trouble, he always steps forward whenever someone needs him. He’s very gentle... and not that kind of fake, put-on gentleness like mine... and not the warm, cozy kind of gentleness Lian-senpai has. It’s more like... a quiet, soundless gentleness that nourishes everything, like an illusion and yet undeniably real. Mm, and he’s very considerate too!"

Lian: "???"

Foster: "???"

"He’s actually not very good at hiding his emotions, and he can be a bit willful sometimes, but he would never let that willfulness drag anyone else down. Most of the time, he just keeps all the bad stuff pressed down in his heart."

Teresa didn’t notice how off the other two looked, nor did she realize how terrifyingly explosive her words were. She just kept talking to herself: "Even though he’ll usually choose to run away if someone else can do the same thing, if it’s something only he can do, then no matter how unwilling he is, he’ll still step up for others. He’s more sensitive than most people and really good at taking care of other people’s feelings. He..."

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