"Mr. Fox's mentor himself wasn't from Tunisia either."

"After discovering Fox's actions, he didn't choose to leave the Jade Phoenix Mage's inheritance to his country, but handed it to Mr. Fox, who guarded the space rift."

"Shortly after repairing the space rift, that old mage passed away."

"Since then, Mr. Fox has acted in the capacity of that old mage's disciple. Coming here this time, he probably intends to continue the mission left unfinished by his mentor."

Upon hearing this, Louis suddenly recalled a saying in his mind.

Completing the mission, even unto death.

"He's a true warrior."

Olivia said with a cheeky smile:

"In reality, Mr. Fox is quite sly in private. He's nothing like the brave hero you all imagine him to be."

"The Grand Speaker's assessment of him is correct; he's the kind of person who would never allow himself to fail, even at the cost of his life."

Louis nodded:

"But precisely because of this, it shows that his courage shines like gold."

"The more cunning a person is, the more they understand how to maximize their own benefit."

"Yet he still chose the one path he should never have."

Olivia sighed:

"That's true. So, are you still going to that space rift?"

Louis shrugged and said:

"Of course, why not? I can choose not to promise, but once I've made a promise, I'll do my utmost to fulfill it. That's my principle."

"Is that so?"

"Of course, I like honest people."

Louis looked steadily at the little swan and said:

"So I hope we can be a bit more honest with each other too."

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet.

After a moment, Olivia said with a strange expression:

"Louis, don't take things too far. You already have Sister Wang, and now you want to do this to me too?"

Louis lay down on the bed and said:

"You know that's not what I meant, Olivia. Who exactly are you?"

Olivia's expression changed slightly.

After a moment, she laughed and said:

"Besides being Olivia, who else can I be?"

"And what about Sister Lumi?" Louis sighed softly, "The Sister Lumi I know would find Olivia as soon as she was out of her sight."

Olivia: "..."

Louis said softly:

"This can't be our first meeting, right? The last time someone was clamoring to eat kebabs, that was you too, wasn't it?"

Olivia: "..."

"Nothing you want to say to me? Look, I haven't even picked up a weapon."

Louis shook his empty hands.

After a moment, the little swan, or rather the black swan, sighed:

"You surely are cautious, I was a bit careless."

Louis glanced at her and said:

"Shouldn't it be that you didn't want to hide it from me?"

"Your speech has a very obvious difference from the Olivia I know."

"And in the middle of the night, if she saw me tossing William out, she'd probably cross her arms over her chest in panic and ask me 'what are you doing'."

The black swan remarked with admiration:

"That does sound like something she'd do."

Louis nodded with a smile and said:

"After all, she's a little swan, all silly and cute."

Olivia knew well that Louis was talking about another version of herself, yet somehow the corner of her mouth twitched as if she had been insulted.

Her smile faded, the moonlight spilling onto her face, reflecting her pale and indifferent countenance.

It was then that Louis realized this must be her true form.

Yet he couldn't understand why, looking at that face so similar to the little swan, her aura was as cold as an icicle, and he suddenly felt an urge to do something.

Louis' body always moved faster than his brain.

Before he realized it, he had already reached out and pinched the black swan's cheek and said:

"This doesn't seem like a disguise!"

Oh, so smooth and cool, where did this chilly girl come from?

Olivia's face twisted from his pinching, showing a twitching expression:

"Indeed, you should be sentenced to death."

Louis eyed the black swan with suspicion:

"A twin sister of our family's little swan?"

Olivia nearly had a cross pop out on her forehead.

"No, really!" Louis sighed, "A clone? A split personality? A stand-in?"

Olivia coldly chuckled:

"I'd rather ask you—who exactly are you?"

Louis froze for a moment: "I'm Louis, the most handsome fiancé of Beatrice, your brother-in-law, anything else you'd like to inquire about?"

The black swan snorted:

"Nonsense, in the original timeline, you weren't like this at all."

"Fooling a 10-year-old me is one thing, but don't try that on me."

Louis gasped:

"You're the little swan reborn?"

Olivia's forehead veins throbbed:

"I was just about to ask, what's with this 'little swan' term?"

Louis coughed and said:

"The Olivia I know is an idiot who always argues with me, hands on hips, chest out in a fierce manner."

"Doesn't that look like a silly and cute little swan?"

As he spoke, his gaze swept over the black swan, then he added with a provoking remark that made her furious:

"Oh, and you have such an obvious flaw—your figure is way more noticeable than our flat-chested little swan."

With a bang, Louis' bed split into two.

The bedroom door swung open, and William rushed in looking grim:

"Your Highness, is there an attack... huh?"

He stared at the bed split in half in the room, his revered lord lying in the crack, with an indescribably complex expression.

"Just what the heck is going on here!"

"Out!" ×2

Their angry shouts echoed.

Without hesitation, William turned around and left.

As he walked, he muttered:

"Ahahaha, what a beautiful moonlit night!"

Louis snapped back, frustrated:

"Wait a minute, William, come in, this is all a mis——"

"Out!" Olivia said through gritted teeth.

William was caught unsure whether to advance or retreat.

Finally, perhaps Louis realized he couldn't explain himself, his face twitching, he said:

"William, you head out first, I'll come find you later."

"As you wish!" Feeling reprieved, William prepared to exit.

"Hold on." Olivia said again.

William's heart was almost in his throat, then he heard Olivia's calm voice:

"Close the door."

"Yes!"

With a thud, the door closed.

Outside the room, William felt drenched in cold sweat.

"We're done for, we're done for, when did my lord become so flirtatious?"

When did it all start?

William pondered seriously over this.

Finally, he set his sights on that woman.

"Darn it, it must be Alice's doing!"

If Alice, now deemed the villain, heard William's thoughts, she'd surely shout "What on earth does this have to do with me?"

But William could only think of Alice.

After all, Alice had a habit of teasing any pretty girl she saw with a flirty tone.

Poor Grace, not understanding, would happily respond back, eventually making Alice feel guilty enough to surrender with both hands up.

The other girls outside certainly haven't been spared her antics.

William clapped his hands: "Yes, it must be Alice's doing!"

His voice brimmed with conviction.

It couldn't possibly be his lord's doing... could it?

Meanwhile.

Inside the room.

Louis and Olivia were at a standoff.

Louis, with a stiff neck, said:

"Come clean and reveal your true history!"

Olivia was so furious her ahoge was about to spring up:

"What's your deal? I don't believe you're the Louis I know at all."

Unable to reach a conclusion, they made a decision.

"You speak first!" ×2

"..." ×2

"I'll go first!" ×2

Louis clutched his head in frustration and said:

"Move over, let's sit and talk this out."

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