In the gloomy and desolate alley, An Su's face was serious. His delicate ash-white hair rustled in the alley wind, which only served to highlight the solemnity of his tone and the gravity of his actions. He pursed his thin lips and spoke with unfathomable depth:
"Imperial Princess Cersei Milton is the lurking Chaotic Saintess Elf!"
"...Meow?"
The elf sprawled on his shoulder was bewildered. She lifted her head, her eyes blinking in confusion as she stared at An Su with a baffled expression.
Have I become a scapegoat?
If Cersei is the Chaotic Saintess, then who am I...
The Chaotic Saintess Elf had never encountered such a chaotic situation before. If I am not me, then who should I be, and if Cersei is me, then who is Cersei...
This kind of introspection on the philosophy of self has always been a topic explored by the wise. After the initial confusion, she repeatedly watched An Su's expression and reassured herself why this kid was spouting such nonsense...