Four Split Personalities

Chapter 2616: Chapter 1237: Deadly Game · Continuation (XIII) – The Path to Survival

"Speaking of which..."

Motan was leaning against the wooden structure around him, carefully maintaining a distance from Double Leaf’s chest, which she wasn’t particularly protecting. He glanced around this dark, narrow space with confusion and curiosity: "Are we surrounded now?"

Double Leaf chuckled softly, her graceful facial features appearing rather enchanting under the faint glow of the moss: "What, scared?"

"Not really."

Motan shook his head and shrugged: "If it’s you, Double Leaf, I’m sure you’ll have a solution."

Double Leaf wrinkled her nose, glanced at Motan with obvious displeasure: "You’re really no fun, can’t you act a little scared at least?"

"For someone else, maybe, since our current situation seems pretty dire no matter how you look at it."

Frank Hughes scooted back again, speaking with a tone both calm and leisurely: "But surely Double Leaf will have a way."

The young girl narrowed her eyes, her mouth twitching as she said: "You’re treating me like that blue fatty, aren’t you?"

Frank looked a bit baffled: "What blue fatty?"

Double Leaf slapped Motan’s thigh impatiently: "Doraemon, idiot."

Frank still looked puzzled: "Dorae... what?"

"A magical creature that can grant any wish, it’s blue all over and lives in oil lamps. Rub it, and it’ll pop out to grant you three wishes."

Double Leaf sighed and explained nonchalantly, clutching her arms: "It also has a nickname, ’Holy Grail,’ because it’s so rare that people often fight over it, leading to ’Holy Grail wars.’ Occasionally, it might blow up a city or world or two, but overall the atmosphere is relatively harmonious and loving."

[Holy Grail wars, my ass! Does your lamp rubbing miraculously summon Doraemon or something? Is your Doraemon more of a Lancer or a Berserker? Or maybe it’s a Monster, huh? It must be a damn Monster! Is its treasure a bamboo propeller or a door to anywhere? You’ve completely gone off the deep end! Go to hell! Right now, go destroy something for your dad!]

While hysterically cursing internally, Motan looked at the woman before him with a gleaming inquisitive gaze, somewhat nervously scratching his cheek: "Um... Miss Futaba, what tale is this from? If possible, could you elaborate..."

"Not a tale."

Double Leaf interrupted Motan with a serious tone: "It actually exists in our world, you could liken it to a sporting event. Have you heard of rolling stone chess in the Mage realm? Its nature is somewhat similar."

Frank was taken aback: "Are the sports in your world somewhat dangerous?!"

"Oh, I said it’s a sports event, right?"

Double Leaf waved her hand, glancing at Motan with a ’you’re being ridiculous’ look: "A couple of deaths isn’t unusual, right? Even though there’s some initial discomfort, people get used to it over time."

Frank’s mouth twisted, uncharacteristically delivering sarcasm: "That’s... gotten used to dying?"

"Why’s a Bard like you being pedantic with me here?"

Double Leaf snapped impatiently at Motan as she absentmindedly poked at her notably full chest, lazily asking: "Where were we just now?"

Motan pondered for a moment, then tentatively replied: "Gotten used to dying?"

"I didn’t ask you that."

Double Leaf pouted, then gently smacked her forehead: "Oh right, why aren’t you even a little anxious? Do you find the idea of dying together with me thrilling?"

"Haha, Double Leaf, you’re joking again. The reason I’m not scared is actually quite simple."

Under Har’s rather ferocious lizard face, Frank Hughes’s expression was gentle as he looked at Double Leaf: "Because I believe you’ll have a way out."

Double Leaf was initially stunned, then quite surprised as her eyes widened: "Huh?"

Motan nodded: "It’s that simple."

"Why is it ’that simple,’ aren’t you a bit too idealistic, believing ’I trust you’ll have a way,’ what if I don’t?"

For some reason, the girl suddenly became a bit worked up.

Motan calmly shook his head, his tone quite firm: "I believe you’ll have a way."

"Stop acting like you know me so well."

"Haha, I don’t know why, but as long as Miss Futaba is on my side, there’s an inherent reliability."

"Are you sure it’s reliability and not cuteness?"

"I’m sure, because even from a different stance, Double Leaf, you’re still very cute."

"I plan to relay this word for word to Diana, let her know what a scumbag you truly are."

"Uh, I’ve already mentioned it to Diana, and she shares the same view."

"Shut up, you idiot couple, doomed to be burned someday..."

Double Leaf kicked Motan and then sighed softly: "Fine, fine, I understand how reliable you think I am. Want to check out the situation outside?"