Four Split Personalities

Morning Forgotten Language!

Morning Forgotten Language?!

A clergy member of the Church of the Dawn?!

Staring fixedly at the girl in front of her who gave her an extremely good impression, Teresa only felt her brain go blank, and her body also started gradually refusing to listen to her.

Put plainly, she was just standing there in a daze, totally confused.

She really never would have thought that while she was sneaking around looking for that "beloved person," she’d run into this "strongest rival" she’d imagined while tossing and turning sleeplessly in bed last night.

The Black Vatican Priest’s lover, the new Saintess of the Church of the Dawn, Prince Chen Wangyu!

Even though she was only a newly appointed Saintess and wasn’t even as famous as herself, this "Witch," the instant Teresa learned the girl’s identity, she felt she had already been outclassed—at least in terms of aura, she’d already lost.

She had been mentally prepared, but in Teresa’s original imagination, a God’s Chosen—someone who could basically be called the Divine’s acting agent in the mortal world—should be that kind of noble and sacred, untouchable, like a god descending from the heavens!

Yet the Miss Morning Forgotten Language before her completely overturned Teresa’s perception.

As someone favored by the Goddess of Dawn, this Highness did indeed have the "light" Trait, or you could call it an aura, but it wasn’t some untouchable light. The girl in front of her, who was currently grinning foolishly at her, wasn’t dazzling, nor holy; instead she was warm enough, clear enough, and pure enough.

A light as clean as the morning glow, as the break of dawn.

And she was really pretty, with a really big chest.

So aggrieved, she kind of wanted to cry...

The naive Witch lowered her little face, her eyes turning slightly red.

"Miss Tarosha?"

Yu Chen asked tentatively, a bit worried, then slowly walked over to the girl beside her whose small lips were lightly pursed and whose body was trembling slightly, and carefully asked, "Um... are you okay?"

She didn’t ask something stupid like "are you feeling unwell somewhere," because the feeling Teresa gave off at this moment wasn’t "physically uncomfortable," but "in a bad mood."

"Um... Your Highness Wang Yu, you can just call me by my name."

Teresa muttered, then said softly, "I’m fine, it’s just that I’m a little, um, shaken."

Yu Chen was dumbfounded on the spot, tilting her head in an especially cute way. "Eh?"

[Because you’re Black Vatican Priest’s girlfriend and after meeting you I feel like you’re so amazing and I’m totally no match for you so I’m overwhelmed and my feelings are super complicated—how am I supposed to say that out loud?!]

Even though what she was thinking was totally inappropriate, she couldn’t just say nothing at a time like this. After a few seconds of silence, Teresa finally mustered her courage, lifted her blushing face, lightly biting her teeth as she said, "B-because Your Highness, your chest is way bigger than mine."

"No need to call me Your Highness, I’m just... eh!!!"

Yu Chen only realized halfway through what Teresa had just said. She immediately jumped back on reflex, raised her arms to shield herself, her face flushing bright red as she shrank her neck.

[What am I even saying!]

Teresa wailed in her heart, then quickly scampered back in front of Yu Chen, babbling incoherently, "I—I-I didn’t mean it like that! I just... I just really envy Your Highness’s chest... ah no, I mean Your Highness’s boyfriend! No! I didn’t say I like your boyfriend! I just think your boyfriend must really, really like you... ahhh that’s not right either!"

At last, the girl who had almost no experience talking with strangers completely broke down.

"I-it’s fine, let’s just go sit over there for a while!"

Yu Chen, on the other hand, managed to barely stay calm. After all, every time they formed a group to go soak in the baths, she’d get teased by a few close girlfriends, and she often got ribbed by people like Xia Lian and Fyari. So while she was shy, she wasn’t completely flustered; she just took Teresa’s hand and jogged with her to a corner of the contestants’ area to sit down.

"I’m really sorry! I’m so, so sorry!"

Even after sitting down, Teresa was still frantically apologizing.

"Ahem, Teresa’s figure is great too."

Yu Chen couldn’t help rubbing the cute girl’s head beside her, speaking in a reassuring tone with a smile: "Let’s change the subject. Teresa, are you also going to be a referee today?"

Teresa nodded on reflex, then quickly shook her head. "No, no. Because I caused quite a few problems yesterday with my clumsiness, I think it’s better if I don’t cause everyone any more trouble... Mm, that’s it."

Without a doubt, this was the line she and Foster had agreed on in advance—though the clumsiness part was true.

"Hehe, my friends often say I’m clumsy too, but they also praise me for being cute~"

Yu Chen playfully blinked, then smiled. "When I heard my friends talking about you yesterday, I thought we were really lucky—just picking a random spot and we ended up this close to the Dan Slave Military Academy’s genius ’Witch.’ And now we’ve actually met in person."

"N-not a ’Witch’!"

Teresa blurted this out on instinct.

"Ah, sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it."

Realizing the other girl didn’t seem to like this "nickname," Yu Chen immediately covered her small mouth, looking especially embarrassed as she apologized, "I’m really sorry, I misspoke."

"That’s not right!"

Teresa suddenly slapped her forehead, then clenched her small fists like she was psyching herself up, looking at Yu Chen with an especially, especially determined gaze. "I am a ’Witch’!"

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