Four Split Personalities

"You could be clearer, Arthur."

Mo gently placed the two experiment reports about the [White King] back, turned to glance at Arthur, and then shifted his gaze back to the subsequent test data regarding the [White Bishop].

Arthur chuckled dryly, shrugged, and said, "To be clearer... it’s just that I feel your ’alterations’ on me aren’t thorough enough, do you understand? My King of Sin."

"I haven’t conducted any ’alterations’ on you, even though you are indeed the [White King] in the Godslayer Star now, but at the end of the day, you are Arthur Boho, which is a fact I have no intention of changing."

Mo flipped over a page of the report, speaking emotionlessly: "Similarly, the [White Bishop] is the same, the so-called Osiris is merely a codename, they are undoubtedly Fala Osis and Lud Gold."

Arthur was first taken aback, then began to laugh foolishly, growing louder and louder, seemingly showing no sign of stopping.

Mo, however, did not respond, only taking out an even thicker batch of experimental reports, reviewing Dora Hika’s physical data from this period.

Two minutes later...

"I say, can’t you give me a little room to maneuver?"

Finally forced to stop laughing, Arthur glared at Mo reluctantly and gritted his teeth, "If there’s no reaction from you, I look like a fool here laughing maniacally!"

Mo did not answer, not even making any sign of acknowledgment, as if the White King beside him didn’t exist at all.

"Honestly, haven’t you noticed that when it’s just the two of us, you tend to speak a little more? Whereas when my sister-in-law is present, you become particularly silent."

Arthur winkingly looked at the man in front of him who was at least a head and a half shorter than himself, the face behind the mask showing no expression, grinning and said: "Moreover, only when it’s with me, the content of your speech differs from other times, like the definitions of the White King and White Bishop, hehe... you previously told Osiris that the ’he’ reborn has no connection with the past ’them’."

Mo turned to look at Arthur and said lightly: "The fact that you’re always Arthur Boho doesn’t conflict with the fact that you’re no longer related to the Prince Shaven who died in the Griffin capital."

"Don’t you find it exhausting?"

Arthur suddenly asked a question unrelated to the current topic.

"Otherworlders don’t get tired."

Mo shook his head, those abyssal eyes still not reflecting any light: "Did you thoroughly read the information Merlin arranged for you before?"

Arthur shook his head quite frankly: "I skimmed through it once, but it was too bothersome so I didn’t read it carefully."

"Read it thoroughly several times."

"Honestly, I’m not that curious about your existence..."

"That’s an order."

"Alright, alright, you’re the king, you have the final say."

Arthur huffed, speaking with a resentful tone: "But you should know when I said ’exhausted’ earlier, it wasn’t meant literally."

Mo didn’t respond with silence, merely saying briefly: "Excessive, and meaningless."

"Haha, do you consider yourself a sacrificial vessel... oh, what’s that called again, oh right, a robot? Like those things without real thoughts and intelligence, devoid of emotions... similar to engineering armor?"

Arthur chuckled, shook his head, and said: "No, that’s incorrect, my King of Sin, you aren’t like that because otherwise, you wouldn’t be able to weave those delicate and intricate lies, think about everything you did in Shaven, a heartless person can’t manipulate people’s hearts."

But Mo simply replied with his usual emotionless and temperatureless tone: "I’ve already answered you, excessive, and meaningless."

"So, you’re not denying the presence of emotions..."

Arthur rolled his eyes and spread his hands: "You just consider those things useless?"

"If you mean in this setting."

Mo turned his abyss-like black eyes to Arthur, nodding slightly: "Yes."

Arthur made a rather cheeky face: "But the truth is, right now you’re chit-chatting with me, and the content is all excessive and meaningless."

"But this topic should not continue."

Mo put the report concerning Dora back, walked calmly through Merlin’s large matrix-like ’database’, with a voice colder than before: "I know what you want to say, Arthur."

Walking behind Mo, Arthur pursed his lips, took a deep breath: "Indeed, I know you know, so since I’ve been able to beat Dora, I go to persuade my sister-in-law almost every day, once or twice, to leave this place that doesn’t belong to her."

"Perhaps you should try harder."

Walking through the narrow paths only Merlin would find spacious, Mo said without turning his head.

"No, I don’t want to try any harder, I’m about to give up."

Arthur shook his head forcefully, saying dispiritedly: "Although my sister-in-law, unlike you, is at least a reasonable person, she seems determined to stay in that suffocating and nauseating ghost place."

Mo’s steps halted slightly: "Which one?"

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