Four Split Personalities

"It’s time!!"

With a fierce bang on the war drum, Fire Yang roared loudly from behind the main forces.

It’s time? Time for what?

The warriors, engaged in a bloody battle at the forefront, were suddenly a little dazed.

"Uh..."

Fire Yang, who had always been relaying messages like a repeater, also noticed something amiss. He quickly coughed awkwardly and loud enough to cover his blunder, "Prepare to welcome victory!"

"Roar roar roar!"

The Sumir Warriors, already fighting with the ferocity of ones injected with adrenaline, became even more valiant, pushing against the Heretique formation as planned. Under the cover of elemental magic, they shattered the enemy’s ranks, leaving them in disarray.

Meanwhile, the conspicuous Fire Yang stealthily turned his head and gave a thumbs-up to the true hero of the battle.

"Awesome!"

"Keep it going, steady on."

Seeing Fire Yang’s exaggerated ’lip speech’, Motan smirked lightly and mockingly swung his fist at him.

[Hei Fan, you’re truly amazing.]

With her light pink shoulder-length hair, the Half-Dragon Female Knight, who had been standing behind Motan since the beginning of the fight, pursed her lips. Her usually tense nerves finally relaxed a little, and her deep purple eyes, which were looking towards his silhouette, were full of awe. As the only other person on the scene privy to Fire Yang and Motan’s secret, she was well aware that the small assault force was able to swiftly retake the Elder Steps mainly due to Hei Fan’s unbreakable command.

Yes, unbreakable!

This was the sole summary Yizou Jerrett could give for Motan’s command of the battle. As a High Order Saint Knight of the Church of the Dawn with limited experience and not a natural-born commander, she still possessed enough combat smarts. Even for a small-scale battle where the numbers on both sides barely hit four digits, she grasped the essentials. With this understanding, Yizou couldn’t find any word other than ’unbreakable’ to describe it.

Yizou, who remained steadfast beside ’Hei Fan’, always kept an eye on him. Though Motan had not spoken a single word from start to finish, the War Shaman named Fire Yang was clearly executing Motan’s tactical thoughts.

Indeed, none of them had any solid evidence to prove this, but the ’Magic Sand Table’ floating before Motan was a critical clue. After piecing together the combat formations and numbers of the belligerents, Yizou could affirm that the many dots on it were an exact replica of the current battle situation. Every time their silent Hei Fan traced a line on it, the War Shaman Fire Yang would immediately yell out the corresponding command without a hitch, never missing a beat.

Thinking back to Hei Fan’s astonishing military feats in Misha County and the fact that he didn’t attempt to hide his actions from her, it wasn’t hard for Yizou to guess the truth.

The true Commander was Hei Fan!

And that War Shaman Fire Yang, who was said to be from the same hometown as the senior, was entirely a mouthpiece.

[It’s Hei Fan who’s doing it!]

Though she was forced to keep it to herself, every time Yizou saw ’our’ troops punch through enemy lines and cement the course of the battle irresistibly, she would think with immense pride.

He always spotted the enemy’s vulnerabilities and delivered targeted blows at the right moment; he was always one step ahead of the enemy, each command brimming with unlimited potential, accumulating small wins into significant advantages; he never rushed in recklessly, never risking the lives of any warrior lightly, yet he maneuvered each person’s particular strengths to their fullest, each command encapsulating inclusiveness to the utmost.

[Before the senior, those who only rely on the strength of the Evil God, those Heretics with lesser military literacy than even myself, seem to be no different from the undead creatures of Misha County. How wonderful it would be to fight under his command...]

Watching the valiant warriors on the Ancestral Steps carry out the final sweep in exhilarating triumph, Yizou, who herself had a fervent enthusiasm, couldn’t help but clench her fists out of envy.

"What’s the matter?"

The figure, who had already grown tens of times larger in her mind, suddenly turned around. Somewhat perplexed, he looked at her, his face not very authoritative, sometimes even seemingly unreliable. After hesitating for a while, he inquired with concern.

"Ah!"

Yizou Jerrett promptly straightened her well-endowed figure and replied somewhat flustered: "I’m fine, Hei Fan! Nothing’s wrong at all!"

Then she saw Motan nod knowingly, making a sound of understanding before dropping the subject.

Watching her mentor who had just orchestrated a victory like the hand of God, Yizou’s tension faded considerably, and she quickly sorted out her thoughts, venturing to ask, "Um, senior..."

"Hmm?"

Motan, who had been bombarded with messages from Fire Yang, paused, then turned to look at the Guard Knight who had protected him for nearly three months. His tone was slightly helpless: "I’ve told you not to call me senior. Don’t forget, if we’re talking about church rank, you as a High Order Saint Knight outrank me by a lot. Besides, I’m two years younger than you."