Chapter 2812 - 1332: Inner Thoughts

"I’m really sorry..."

Beyond this sentence, Motan truly didn’t know what to say, because although he was reluctant to admit it, the words spoken by the girl in front of him were indeed flawless, if described in somewhat exaggerated terms.

If being sensitive to others’ emotions and habitually trying to smooth out problems silently counts as ’subtle and silent gentleness’; if being able to interact seamlessly with any type of person, having been ’forged’ by himself since childhood, counts as ’sky-like tolerance’, then what Teresa said wasn’t wrong.

As for the text-heavy comments previously that, in Motan’s view, almost every person has to some extent, unfortunately, all hit the mark.

"There’s no need to apologize."

While gently twirling her braids with her index finger, Teresa murmured softly, "I just don’t want to accept the reasons you just gave as a Black Vatican Priest."

Motan smiled wryly, sighed helplessly, and abandoned his insistence on emphasizing that he was a scoundrel. After a long pause, he carefully began, "I..."

"Do I have someone I like, so is it very regrettable?"

Teresa interrupted Motan with a light chuckle, curled up in a more comfortable position on the chair, and with downcast eyes, devoid of emotion, she said, "That reason, I can accept it. I’ve met Prince Morning Forgotten Language before, she’s a much more excellent girl, very hard not to like."

Motan nodded slightly, then said plainly, "Generally correct, but I don’t feel there’s anything regrettable, quite the opposite, I’m glad to have fallen for her."

The girl was slightly startled, then raised her head, gazing directly at Motan’s eyes with her beautiful silver-gray eyes, and asked hauntingly, "Did the Black Vatican Priest deliberately say this for me to hear?"

"You could interpret it that way."

Motan nodded without hesitation.

"Haha... Although it’s the truth, it’s unexpectedly not very hurtful."

Teresa laughed again, suddenly realizing that she no longer felt nervous, or rather, even someone like her couldn’t feel nervous in front of this man.

The person who couldn’t evoke nervousness laughed sheepishly, scratched his head awkwardly: "I just thought it would be better to clarify certain things from the start."

"You’ve made it very clear, Black Vatican Priest... May I call you senior?"

While gently stroking her braids, Teresa blushed slightly, whispered: "After all, you’re older than me, and just now you beat me in my best domain."

Motan paused for a moment, then shook his head and said tactfully, "This... indeed is not very suitable, since Teresa you are a student of Academy City, and I am a clergy of the Dawn Sect, calling me senior would feel a bit strange."

"I can join the Dawn Sect."

The girl’s shocking words made the astonished Motan chuckle playfully: "I don’t think the Dawn Sect would turn down such an excellent young person as Teresa Tarosha~"

After several seconds, unable to tell if she was joking, Motan shook his head and said wryly, "Faith is not child’s play, Teresa, I’m serious."

Yet the girl lightly covered her mouth, eyes flashing with mischievous charm: "That’s true, but Black Vatican Priest... um, if you don’t let me call you senior, then I’ll call you Mr. Black Vatican, but there’s a bit of lacking persuasiveness in your words."

"Lacking persuasiveness?"

Rooted in the correct lineage, the Priest of Dawn Church, numerous times having received divine oracle and currently in perfect harmony with Her Highness the Saintess, ’Black Vatican Priest’ blinked: "How so?"

"Because Mr. Black Vatican, your belief is not firm."

Teresa muttered softly in a confident tone, her slender, pale right hand still playing with her braids: "To be more accurate, Mr. Black Vatican, you view faith, church, and divinity more objectively than most, and in my eyes, objectivity and faith are fundamentally antonyms."

"Cough!"

Afraid that his character might end up with an [Unbeliever] trait, Motan hurriedly cleared his throat, interrupting the girl’s truthfulness, and swiftly changed the topic, while posing a question that had long puzzled him: "Speaking of which, today should be our first meeting, right? Why do I feel like you... understand me well."

"Eh?"

The girl tilted her head, then gently tapped her lips, saying: "Well... I watched all of Mr. Black Vatican’s battle records last night."

Motan nodded: "And then?"

"Nope."

Teresa shook her head briskly, earnestly saying: "That’s the entire reason Mr. Black Vatican feels like I understand you well."

Motan: ???

"Put it this way, Mr. Black Vatican."

Teresa exhaled lightly, displaying a sweet smile with at least three plus signs worth of sugar content: "Though I am indeed a clumsy, reckless, physically weak, and poorly coordinated girl, since someone tagged me with the [Witch] title, which I didn’t really like before, I must indeed have some strengths."