Four Split Personalities

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[Welcome to Innocent Continent, Chaotic Neutral Motan, wish you a good evening]

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Violet Empire, Capital Sālāmù’ēn, [Female Bee] Tavern

"Excuse me, a glass of Sweet Honey Water."

Appearing in a corner, Motan casually snapped his fingers, hollering in the direction of the counter: "Plus a kiss from someone under 1.4 meters."

After a while, a woman with a voluptuous figure and lovely appearance walked out with elegance, placed the tray in front of Motan, and offered a sweet smile: "I’m very sorry, Mr. Motan. The ’under 1.4 meters’ is off today, so the establishment can only offer a ’1.6 meters’ kiss right now. Please forgive us~"

She was a Catvian, looking about twenty years old with a fluffy hairstyle, standing 162cm tall in a somewhat tight black butler outfit. Her voice was melodic and pleasant, and her two restless black beast ears kept flicking, definitely brimming with cuteness.

"Oh, then never mind."

However, Motan showed no interest in the nearly implicitly offered ’1.6 meters kiss’. He listlessly picked up the beverage on the tray that was unusually sweet with honey, sipped it at the rim of the glass, and waved his hand lazily: "Find somewhere cool to hang out, I’ll go with you after I finish this drink."

Colyea Igret was taken aback for a moment, then directly sat opposite Motan, leaning forward slightly with her hands on her cheeks, revealing an enchanting smile: "You’re quite different from what I’ve been told about you~"

"If your source of information is some bespectacled, flat-chested, short, and scheming woman... "

Motan grinned, raising an eyebrow: "Then I regret to inform you, she just can’t stand other women having a favorable impression of me."

Colyea’s sleek, black tail brushed past Motan’s ankle, and she gently blinked: "But the impression you give me seems exactly like what Lady Shuangye said, clever, sharp, affectionate, and sarcastic~"

"Even if you’ve sugarcoated her distasteful, venomous comments, that woman wouldn’t thank you for it." Motan took another sip of Sweet Honey Water, smiling ambiguously at her bright vertical pupils: "So, let’s put aside that flat-chested lady and talk about something more valuable, shall we?"

Colyea licked her lips and leaned forward a bit more, exhaling softly: "Like what?"

"Like, you actually lost interest in probing further after I rejected your feigned heat, but still forced yourself to sit down and make awkward conversation with me." Yawning, Motan leaned back on the chair and with a clank, propped his legs up on the table, speaking dismissively: "The reason must be some amusing dissatisfaction, such as being disinterested in your flirtation, yet attempting to hit on some dwarf waitress or something."

Startled, Colyea was about to say something but was abruptly cut off by a harsh shake of Motan’s head...

"Don’t rush to contradict, darling."

He yawned again, lazily strumming a lute pulled from his bag: "Clearly, you’re jealous of your associate who was appointed sole charge of the [Female Bee], of course, you do have reasons to be proud, your strength, intelligence, cunning, strategy, and skills are all excellent, but she surpasses you in all those aspects. Yet the Prince whom you admire so much favors Little Na more, entrusting her with the sole charge of this [Female Bee], whereas you are kept close by His Highness. It seems like an honor, but to someone as proud as you, it’s more like a sign of distrust, isn’t it?"

"How did you..."

"Just thinking out loud."

Motan shrugged innocently, speaking playfully: "Although I do have my own sources of information, the deductions I just made are simply observations, piecing together various known facts to make such judgments isn’t difficult."

Colyea’s previously soft expression turned cold; she curled her finger and lightly tapped the tabletop, which sent Motan’s legs resting there to the side, her eyes flickering with subtle malice: "You’re smart, Mr. Tan Mo, even the Prince can’t see through you. So I think..."

"Eliminating me as an unforeseen danger sooner would be good, right? Because I’m the sort of person who can’t be controlled, and might even cause a stunning backlash?"

Motan posed relaxedly, smiling composedly: "Heh, if you’ve thought of that, do you think Shu hasn’t?"

Colyea’s cold gaze wandered between Motan’s chest and throat, speaking coldly: "His Highness just..."

"Just what? Just too lazy to deal with such trivial matters? Don’t make me laugh."

Motan improvised a tune on the lute, "Not gonna open, not gonna open, not until mommy comes back," saying leisurely: "You love to be self-conceited, although you’re indeed not stupid, a chess player who can see ten moves ahead obviously doesn’t need those who can only see five or six moves to mess up a good game. That’s why Shu keeps you close by but trusts Little Na to handle many things independently. Because your so-called ’wit’ tends to spoil things, such as attempting a pointless probe on me, or excessive contact with Shuangye, or even harboring the thought of killing me when you realize I am uncontrollable, even though you indeed mean well for Shu, he doesn’t need it, that person is much better at calculating than you."