Micro-leaf Paulownia

Battling an unusual form of personality dissociation, Motan admits to feeling the weight of immense pressure bearing down on him. Amidst this turmoil, he finds solace in a virtual escape called "The Realm of Innocence," a game that has become his sanctuary from stress.

In the realm where ambiguity reigns, Motan's behavior is unpredictable and impetuous, making him the instigator and mastermind behind myriad events that spiral out of control. Yet, within the sphere of virtue, his resilience and courage shine through, earning him the admiration of many who see him as the epitome of a righteous knight and a fair judge.

When dwelling in the balance of absolute neutrality, he adopts a demeanor of modesty and lethargy, mirroring the ordinary essence of every soul. Conversely, in the domain of chaotic evil, he transforms into a figure of madness and cruelty, embodying the very essence of a demon and deceiver, showing kindness only to himself.

"Tan Mo is the most extraordinary Bard I have ever encountered, though he is... perplexing, to say the least," comments Countess Leisha, reflecting on his complex nature.

"Mor is a man of distinguished integrity! Having met him just once, I am convinced that he is someone one can confidently turn their back to," declares Gwen, the leader of the Rose Rot, acknowledging his noble character.

"If you're in search of the ideal neighbor, look no further than Hei Fan," recommends Alchemist Luna, suggesting his suitability for companionship.

Yet, amidst these varied testimonies, a warning resonates, "Don't talk about that man!" indicating a mysterious, perhaps darker aspect of his persona that remains unexplored.

Four Split Personalities

Just as Salia was about to say something, she was interrupted by a silencing look from Motan.


[Is he really trying to help me, or is he here to capture me with the rest of those guys?]


Salia, held gently in place by Motan's hand on her shoulder, couldn't help but think this. Her slim right arm twisted a little under her white robe but, ultimately, she didn't take the chance to stab Motan in the chest. She reasoned that if he truly had ill intentions, she'd surely have been caught by now. On the other hand, well...


Okay, she didn't even know what the other hand was. But having the first reason was probably enough.


A couple of figures, cloaked in black, silently appeared in the crowd. Their crimson eyes, hidden beneath their hoods, rapidly scanned each passerby.


A whisper too low for anyone other than Salia to hear echoed in her ear.


Motan gently kissed the corner of Salia's mouth.


Chapter 207: Finding Loopholes _2