Four Split Personalities

But if the other person is a man, they’ll focus on the chest, butt, and legs. As for the face, even if I don’t make any major adjustments, nine out of ten times I’ll be classified as a ’common beauty,’ and ’common beauties’ are just too common in a game where you can customize your appearance...]

Under this one-sided, subjective, and idealistic mindset, Double Leaf didn’t hesitate to transform herself into a figure that was quite flat-chested.

The only goal was to confuse that BLACK and disguise her true identity as much as possible.

As for Motan’s teasing and the various exaggerated reactions and anger from Double Leaf, of course, it was all an act because, in reality, no matter what, she would never react too much to this kind of teasing.

It must be said that these two people are quite similar in some ways, although their methods may differ, their thinking is strikingly similar, and they go to extremes in handling various details.

So, back to the main topic...

"Miss Double Leaf!"

Leven came running over, puffed and breathless. Once he stopped in front of Double Leaf, he grinned foolishly and said, "I’m back~"

"Oh..."

Double Leaf stared at Leven with dead fish eyes for two seconds, then asked leisurely, "How did it go?"

The latter actually raised his hand to scratch his head, "A little nervous."

"I bloody didn’t ask how you feel!"

Double Leaf covered her forehead in exasperation, glaring at Leven and asked deliberately, "I’m asking about the meeting, how did it go..."

"Ah, actually, His Majesty..."

The completely collapsed Minister of Internal Affairs of the Fire Claw Territory finally caught on, but before he could speak, Double Leaf waved her hand to interrupt him like shooing a fly.

"Enough, shut up, go stand over there and reflect on what exactly you’re here for."

Double Leaf, looking irritated, shooed Leven off to stand in the corner, then slumped down beside Emily, leaning on her lazily and asked, "How’s the situation, Emi?"

"There’s no particular situation."

Duke Crystal Wolf ruffled Double Leaf’s hair and shrugged, "His Majesty simply summarized the previous battle, then had two court magicians analyze why the Winter Prism in Mithril City definitely can’t be used again tomorrow, and that was it."

Baroka, sitting beside Motan, chuckled and smacked his lips, "If I have to say there was something, it was Fernan shaking non-stop the whole time, looking like he might have a fit at any moment, and yeah, Hussein’s complexion didn’t look too good either. It felt kind of off..."

"Speak plainly, we’re all friends here, no need to beat around the bush."

Motan pulled a plate of snacks over (Double Leaf hadn’t eaten anything else since trying her own Mithril Cake), and threw pieces into her mouth distractedly, "With your slyness, Duke, you must have noticed something, right?"

He wasn’t offended, just chuckled and said, "More or less, even though the Knight Order of the Pan Mountains is positioned on the ’Wing,’ far from the core, I didn’t charge with the main force, but observed the situation not far from the center of the battlefield, and then... it seems there was a little situation in the core area of the Violet Falcon Array, although it was quickly settled, but I still feel something isn’t quite right."

"Really?"

Emily blinked in confusion, looking rather doubtful, "How come I didn’t know?"

Duke Baroka grabbed a handful of snacks and munched, laughing, "Your Crystal Wolf Family was in the very back, naturally, you couldn’t see what was happening near the ’Falcon Throat’, and little Emily, your combat experience... well, you basically have none, plus with poor visibility at night, even if you were in the heart of the battlefield, you’d probably only feel it was messy everywhere and would hardly notice where true confusion was happening."

"Hmm, so what’s the reason?"

"Yeah, why indeed..."

The two Dukes seemed to be talking to themselves, but their gaze was pointedly fixed on Motan.

"Alright, alright, I got it..."

He stretched with an enviably contented yawn, then staggered to his feet, looking at the two Dukes with a sly smile, "Given the time, it’s about right. Let’s chat somewhere else, there’s a nice tavern not far from here, we can give you thirty minutes."

"We? Thirty minutes?"

Emily paused, then instinctively looked at Double Leaf, who was nestled in her lap unwilling to move, "What are you two going to do in a bit?"

"Naughty stuff."

Double Leaf replied without lifting her head.

"Eh!?"

"Just kidding~"

...

Forty minutes later

Game Time PM23:37

Mithril City, Glazed Pavilion, Suite 1010

Duke Hussein paced anxiously across his study with a gloomier expression than during the earlier meeting. His complexion was paler than before, with veins bulging at his temples and bloodshot eyes revealing his restless unease.

Thump, thump, thump~

Just then, a gentle knock came from the anteroom.

"Damn it, didn’t I tell them to wait until after midnight..."

Duke Hussein, thinking the visitor was one of his confidants with whom he could talk openly, immediately left the study irate and pulled open the door, growling, "Haven’t I already said... Huh?!"

Clearly, by his reaction, we could tell that the visitor was not the ’insider’ he had imagined, but a very very ’outsider’ ’outsider.’

"Yo~"

Double Leaf stood sweetly in front of Duke Hussein and greeted him cheerfully, "Good evening!"

Bang!!

And then the door slammed shut in front of her.

...

Thump thump thump thump! Thump thump thump thump! Thump thump thump thump thump thump!

The girl began to pound on the door following the tune of "The Mass."

Five seconds later...

With an ashen face, Duke Hussein opened the door again, furiously barking, "What the hell do you want!"

"Discuss life."

Double Leaf said nonchalantly, then effortlessly slipped under Hussein’s arm due to her height advantage, walked to the long table in the anteroom, sat down, and asked the bewildered duke with a smile, "Could I trouble you for something to drink?"

Hussein: "..."

One minute later

"Finish your drink and leave."

Duke Hussein awkwardly came back to the anteroom carrying a tray and slammed a teapot down in front of Double Leaf, his small mustache trembling like an angry old goat.

After all, he was a noble with basic manners, and it would be impolite to kick a ’guest’ out without even offering a glass of water.

"No problem."

Double Leaf nodded decisively, poured herself a full cup of tea, and without taking a sip, placed the cup back on the table, grinning, "During this process, we can chat a little."

Scorpius Hussein’s lips twitched, and he said coldly, "I have nothing to talk to you about."

He took a sip of tea with a dark expression.

"No worries, I’ll take care of starting the conversation, you just need to chime in."

Double Leaf snapped her fingers, then crisply said, "Rebo Bresen is dead."

"Pfft! Cough... cough cough cough, wheeze cough cough!!"

Chapter 541: The End