Four Split Personalities

"Stop!"

Lian almost screamed, interrupting Teresa, then covered her forehead with a moan: "What is all this? Do you happen to know the Black Vatican Priest beforehand?"

"No, I don’t."

Teresa shook her head vigorously, then clenched her small fists hard, as if to cheer herself up: "But it’s not too late to get to know him now!"

"Personally, I think, Teresa..."

Foster, with a subtle expression, summoned a chair from afar and sat beside Lian, facing Teresa, and asked subtly: "I think Lian’s point is, since you didn’t know the Black Vatican Priest before, how did you come to those conclusions like he’s ’gentle and considerate,’ ’thoughtful’? In fact, I share the same doubt."

Teresa tilted her head in confusion and asked: "How did I come to those conclusions? The Black Vatican Priest... is just that kind of person."

Foster was silent for a while, with his forehead full of black lines, before dryly saying: "I’m not asking if the Black Vatican Priest is that kind of person, I’m asking why you think he is the kind of person you described. Did I make myself clear?"

"Hmm... how should I put it..."

Teresa troubledly shook her braided hair, contemplating in silence for a long time before pointing to the stack of documents beside her: "I figured it out from here."

"From here?"

Foster frowned, then his pupils suddenly shrank: "Wait, are you saying that the battle of Sumer is related to the Black Vatican Priest?"

"Not just one battle, Foster-senpai."

Teresa shook her head and said cheerfully: "In my opinion, the battle in Sumer is divided into at least fourteen phases. Hmm, and the Black Vatican Priest appeared in Sumer around the end of the fourth phase. Although he wasn’t given much attention at first, only commanding small units in guerrilla warfare, I noticed a war shaman named ’Fire Yang’ was mentioned several times in the documents, hmm... it should be the Black Vatican Priest advising him."

Having also gone through the battle-related intelligence, Foster frowned and pondered for a long time but couldn’t figure out how Teresa came to this conclusion. However, he didn’t dwell too much and asked along her words: "Then what happened?"

He believes in Teresa’s judgment, at least in this topic, Teresa Tarosa is undoubtedly the authority.

"And then, the Black Vatican Priest undertook command on the Sumerian side at a certain point. Actually, I’m curious why he didn’t command the Northern Expeditionary Army, he seemed to be a military priest of the Holy Church Union at the time."

Teresa affectionately looked at the stack of documents beside her and smiled: "After that, almost every move on the Holy Mountain side was made by Hei Fan. Rather than saying I figured out those details, it’s better to say they were plainly told to me by the Black Vatican Priest through those battle reports~"

"So..."

Finally regaining her composure, Lian took a deep breath and looked at Teresa incredulously: "You think you saw through him by his command style? Is that even possible?"

The last sentence was directed at Foster.

"Sorry, I don’t know, but..."

Foster took off his glasses, leaned wearily on the back of the chair: "Even though I only met the Black Vatican Priest once, and my impression of him vastly differs from Teresa’s description, for some reason, I actually want to believe Teresa is right."

Lian bit her lip lightly, took Foster’s glasses, and started wiping them gently with a cloth, trying to stay calm: "So what now?"

"So, this topic can be put to rest."

Foster glanced at Teresa, who seemed to be lost in thought again, and shrugged helplessly: "Besides, this isn’t really the main point."

Lian nodded forcefully, her face slightly pale.

Actually, Foster wasn’t doing much better; it’s just that his expression control had always been somewhat on point, so he didn’t appear too out of sorts. Nevertheless, Lian could still keenly detect that he was far from calm at the moment.

It’s not hard to understand, just like both Dean Richard and Andre treated Teresa as their daughter, as the girl’s earliest ’friends,’ both Foster and Lian really liked this clever, well-behaved, albeit sometimes trouble-causing but utterly charming junior. Being only children themselves, they almost treated Teresa like a little sister, a special but incredibly lovable little sister.

Thus, at this moment, more than identities like Death Angel Miss, Academy City Law Enforcement Team’s Captain, Red Heart K, genius assassin, versatile chairman, kind lady, Foster and Lian’s roles as ’Teresa’s older brother/sister’ had steadfastly taken center stage.

Therefore, even with their mental resilience, they couldn’t stay calm at this moment.

In fact, compared to Richard and Andre’s emotional spectrum towards Teresa—showing one face (as long as you’re happy) but hiding another (dare touch a hair on Teresa’s head and you’re dead)—being young themselves, Foster and Lian were fairly open-minded.

In their opinion, since Teresa is already eighteen this year, it isn’t such a big deal to experience a relationship or two at this most beautiful age, to taste sweetness or even suffer heartache. They aren’t particularly against it and sometimes even encourage Teresa to meet an ideal boyfriend.

Although Teresa is somewhat enamored with those sweet romances described in books, and her friends, albeit few, do sometimes lavish their public displays of affection, she still quite resists ’interacting with strangers’ due to her personality, thus maintaining the current state.

And then, surprise—

Suddenly, Teresa blurts out ’the Black Vatican Priest is the Prince’ as if under a spell, completely throwing Foster and Lian off.

It’s not that you can’t date! But the Holy Church Union and Academy City are so far apart, isn’t such long-distance love a bit much?

It’s not that you can’t be in a long-distance relationship, but even so, having some emotional foundation, right? You’ve only known of him one-sidedly, and without saying a word, you start muttering ’Prince’; isn’t that too much, a little crazy, a bit illogical?

Even at first sight love isn’t a big deal, the emotional foundation can be maintained through other ways, examples aren’t rare either in fairy tales or in the real world. But even so...

"The Black Vatican Priest has a girlfriend!"

Lian powerlessly lifted Teresa’s small face and smiled wryly: "Stay sober, Little Teresa."

"And as far as I know, the Black Vatican Priest gets along very well with his girlfriend; it’s no secret in the Dawn Religion or even the entire Holy Church Union."

Foster posed like Commander Ikari, firmly and authoritatively stating: "And when I went over there before, I found he and his girlfriend were living in the same room, you know what I mean, Teresa."

"Ah... huh..."

As if struck by a forbidden curse from a God of Law who majored in the Thunder Element School, Teresa stood frozen, shocked, asking dumbfoundedly: "The Black Vatican Priest... is married?"

"Uh, no, he isn’t married but has a lovely girlfriend."

"Ah! Not married, that means I still have a chance! Wonderful!"

"Little Teresa! Your statement is too dangerous! It’s the kind of bad woman comment that easily makes people dislike you! Such people often end up badly in fairy tales."

"Ugh... but I do like the Black Vatican Priest..."

"You haven’t even met him!"

"I know how I feel! You can tell from the battle reports!"

"You can’t understand from the battle reports at all!"

"You can fully understand from the battle reports~"

"Sigh, setting that aside, the Black Vatican Priest’s girlfriend is the Saintess of the Dawn Religion."

"Saintess?"

"Yes, she was newly discovered by the Dawn Religion as a God’s Chosen, Prince Morning Forgotten Language."

"Well... well, I’m a witch then!"

"...Weren’t you utterly disliking that title before?"

"Not anymore! After all, only a witch can compete with a saintess!"

"..."

Chapter 1283: End

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