Four Split Personalities

Fyari raised an eyebrow mischievously and said, "So you’re saying your skills are just so-so, like those spectators eating melons over there?"

"Eating melons?"

Black blinked at first, then quickly realized this must be some kind of otherworldly banter, and nodded lightheartedly: "Let’s put it this way, Sister Fyari, I consider myself somewhat skilled in command. Perhaps the Church might exaggerate my merits a little, but a few months ago, the reason the Saint Army managed to severely injure the Queen of Wounds and throw the Blood Barbarians into chaos was indeed because of some of my suggestions."

"So?"

Fyari slouched in her chair, casually popping a piece of dried fruit into her mouth, and asked vaguely, "What are you trying to say?"

"What I mean is very simple, Sister Fyari."

Black rubbed his nose, slumping his shoulders: "I consider myself a semi-expert, that even if my skills are limited, I shouldn’t be much worse than that Richard Priest from the College of Divine Radiance, or those two ladies doing commentary. But despite that, as I’m watching this match, I feel no different from any other spectator."

Fyari let out a dry laugh, twitching her lips: "So it’s not that you’re too weak, but those two guys are just too strong?"

"That’s pretty much how it feels."

Black sighed deeply, his voice full of awkwardness and helplessness: "Watching a match of this level, and then thinking about how Brother Hei Fan praised me before... I just feel like I’ve been thoroughly played."

"Didn’t you say you couldn’t understand it?"

"It’s precisely because I can’t understand it..."

...

"Can you understand it?"

Motan slightly turned his head and smiled at the young girl furiously writing beside him.

"I don’t understand it."

Yu Chen gave her answer without lifting her head, only letting out a relieved breath and smiling brightly after finishing her last stroke: "But things like that don’t really matter, as long as I can help this person out, it’s alright~"

Motan nodded and then quietly said, "Actually, I didn’t get much help out of it..."

Yu Chen: "..."

It’s hard to put into words, but the once enthusiastic young girl’s demeanor had completely paled.

"Well, I was planning to tell you after the match ended."

Motan touched his nose, chuckled awkwardly: "You see, having you help me write those instruction cards earlier wasn’t to bother you at all. It was just to distract you, Yu Chen, since you seemed quite upset at the time."

The girl’s mouth formed an adorable ’O’ shape as she stood there frozen for a long moment, then glared feistily at Motan with a puffy face: "I’m so hard to appease, I’m really sorry for that, huh!"

"Actually, it’s not that bad."

Motan looked down at the sand table, his lips curling slightly: "Do you know why I suddenly confessed?"

Yu Chen, not amused, lightly slapped Motan’s arm and said, half-jokingly: "Am I supposed to look super curious?"

"Because I used to be quite confident, thinking even if Foster turned out to be trickier than expected, I could still handsomely win this match, whether you worked hard to help or not, the outcome wouldn’t change."

Motan squinted his eyes, scanning the sand table at lightning speed, as a layer of fine sweat appeared on his temples: "Lady Elyssa’s words earlier were quite enlightening, even though I’m admittedly quite a useless guy, many things are hard to change with personal will alone. And I must admit... no, I should say I’m glad that even someone of my demeanor can have a skill."

Yu Chen paused for a moment before mumbling subconsciously, "... Motan?"

"Call me Hei Fan."

Motan slightly raised his hands, flexing his fingers, and chuckled: "In any case, I realized that occasionally showing off can actually help reduce trouble for oneself. So for the sake of living a more leisurely life in the future, I’ve decided to take this opportunity to seriously make a name for myself, but..."

Unbeknownst to him, the girl who had quietly approached behind Motan smiled silently, placing a small hand on his shoulder: "But what?"

"But I just realized that Captain Foster isn’t just ’a bit trickier’ than expected. In fact, this guy is even scarier than I imagined."

Motan’s voice showed no hint of worry, and he continued in a matter-of-fact tone: "Wanting to handsomely win this match might be a bit of a challenge."

Yu Chen wasn’t panicked either, and upon noticing Motan’s undiminished fighting spirit, she chuckled: "It’s certainly tough on this person then."

"No, it’s tough on you."

Motan shook his head, softly asked: "Do you know why I confessed that you didn’t really help just now?"

Yu Chen maintained a pure, sincere smile: "If you want me to know... it’s probably because from now on, you might actually need my serious help, right?"

"Yes, that’s the first point."

Motan glanced at the small hand on his shoulder and nodded gently.

"Oh? What’s the second point then?"

"I’m the kind of person who enjoys getting by with the least effort possible, striving for comfort and ease without a really good reason, and always trying to slack off whenever I can."

"I don’t think that’s a flaw."

"But I really want to win this match."

"Hmm, even though this person said earlier not to put pressure on me~"

"I figured you’d be happier hearing it said like that."

"Alright, so?"

"So, if possible, could you give me a reason to go all out and win?"

"Sure."

"That’s great."

"But you wouldn’t just delete your account or disappear after the match, would you? Then follow it up with dropping out and moving away like in those shows, right?"

"No."

"Never?"

"Not now."

"Despite liking to lie, you speak so truthfully at times like this, huh..."

"Sorry."

"Alright, I’ll forgive you this time."

"Thank you."

"So... You want a reason, right? How about this? Ahem..."

The girl took a deep breath, cleared her throat, then suddenly gripped Motan’s shoulder and leaned down to shout into his ear: "Win it for me, Hei Fan!"

"What’s with the ’me’ thing~"

Motan couldn’t help but laugh, then his gaze sharpened as he said in a deep voice: "But... as you wish, Lady~"

...

A minute later, when Yu Chen jogged to the center table of the simulation area, efficiently inputting the instruction cards into the main computer, a small red outpost on the battlefield, designated as Supply Point ’Orange,’ was razed to the ground.

It was almost a repeat of the previous assault, where an elite group of spellcasters, carefully hidden in corners all along the battle lines, gathered ghost-like at the blind spot of the outpost. Under cover from a large number of heavily armored soldiers mysteriously converged nearby, they obliterated the target point with just two rounds of joint spellcasting.

At the same time, the red side, leveraging its early advantage from the initial exchange and controlling more areas, made a slow but steady advance, continually compressing the blue side’s operational space.

"It’s truly breathtaking."

Ramollok, in the spectator seats, covered his cheeks and laughed extravagantly: "Seven points, two flamboyant disguises, one hidden decoy, and out of the remaining four breakthroughs, three were pre-blocked, and even the successful one probably had an inkling... This really does stir excitement, genius, genius! Is that really Foster Ward?"

"Everyone saw Foster walk into the combat zone."

"So what?"

"What do you mean?"

"Everyone also saw Sin Knight arrive at Academy City~"

Chapter 1317: End

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