By now, Mason had clearly seen through things.
Perhaps in terms of emotions, compared to Letia, Red was actually the most difficult one to deal with.
It was likely because his past experiences had made him accustomed to always placing himself in a low position.
This point was especially obvious when he was facing Litt.
On the contrary, when facing Letia, he could be quite natural, but that was limited to when the two of them were just joking around and bickering.
Once things truly entered the realm of romantic feelings between a man and a woman, Red would still instinctively shrink back.
He might really be used to wrapping himself inside his Armor…
As long as he wore that Shell, he wouldn’t be wounded by the honey-coated sharp knife that was emotion.
This situation was actually quite common, especially in environments where social interaction had been closed off for a long time.
As for Red, everything about him was good.
As a Brother, he was loyal; as a friend, he was reasonable.
To protect others, he could even risk his life to face a Stampede alone.
Seeing Letia drunk, he was willing to carry her on his back, walking several kilometers just to send her home.
But when it came to dealing with emotions, he perhaps truly needed a dose of strong medicine to clear Red from this closed-off state.
“In other words, Red…”
Mason withdrew his thoughts:
“Do you think that besides you, Letia would do this kind of thing to anyone else?”
Red was a bit silent, but Mason continued speaking.
“Whether it is Letia or Litt, you should actually know deep down what their feelings for you are. It’s just that you are habitually escaping from these things.”
“To use a certain phrase, this is a ‘Once Bitten, Twice Shy’ mentality.”
“If… I’m saying if,” the expression on Mason’s face became a bit more serious:
“One day, Letia forces the issue and makes it a done deal, what would you do? Would you still continue to run away? Or would you face her head-on?”
Regarding Mason’s question, Red did not have much hesitation.
“If something like that really happened, I certainly wouldn’t run away, but it’s not very likely to happen.”
“I also think it’s not very likely,” Mason didn’t immediately refute him, only saying softly; “But this world is just full of all kinds of impossibilities.”
***
Meanwhile, within the empty Dawn’s Blade Base, Letia certainly didn’t know what was happening on Red’s side.
She nimbly flipped over the wall and landed gracefully in the silent courtyard.
Because all members of Dawnblade had gone to the Dungeon, the entire stronghold was empty, leaving only the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the leaves.
The air was filled with a coldness that felt almost frozen.
She walked into the Living Room and simply brewed herself a cup of hot coffee.
The rich aroma spread through the overly quiet space, which instead added a bit of loneliness.
The young girl held the warm cup, her whole body sinking into the soft Sofa.
Her other hand held the Communicator Crystal.
What should she… say with the identity of “Litt” regarding that accidental disturbance this morning?
The sudden appearance of the real Litt had indeed disrupted her rhythm.
Although the result looked beneficial to her, how to play this scene naturally without showing any flaws truly required deep thought.
She looked at the crystal screen, her slender fingers clicking constantly.
Line after line of text was typed out, but none were sent.
Deleting and revising, hesitating for a long time, Letia didn’t know what kind of reply to give.
The character of Litt should be ignorant, gentle, and possess a kind of innocence that didn’t understand the ways of the world…
Explaining too deliberately would instead seem suspicious, and pretending to be generous didn’t match Litt’s purity.
But how should this innocence handle a scene like the one this morning?
After a long time, Letia stared at the blinking cursor on the screen and suddenly laughed at herself, shaking her head.
“Why does this feel like a blind date? I’m acting so distressed.”
The cool touch of the Mask pressed against her cheek.
The moment she put on the mask belonging to “Litt,” her entire temperament seemed to switch along with it.
She no longer struggled with the wording.
Instead, she casually picked up her coffee cup, making the cup the main subject, and included the pair of legs wrapped in pure White Stockings, naturally crossed, into the background of the photo.
With a light tap of her fingertip…
A Photo with a sense of daily life, casually composed yet inexplicably alluring, was captured right there.
Her fingers tapped quickly on the screen, carrying the gentleness and innocence unique to Litt.
“Letia explained everything clearly to me just now. What happened this morning was a misunderstanding, so you don’t have to take it to heart. I’m not angry.”
“The coffee brewed by the Lord Bishop is super delicious. If there’s a chance next time, Red should come to the White Church and enjoy afternoon tea together.”
After the two messages and one photo were sent, Letia felt as if she had set down a burden.
She tossed the Communicator Crystal onto a nearby cushion and prepared to take off the Mask on her face.
Only for some unknown reason, this time she felt it was exceptionally difficult to remove.
And after taking it off, she discovered that the Mask seemed to have become much, much thinner than it was originally.
Letia remembered that the thickness of this mask was originally about two millimeters.
But now, it looked just like a layer of human skin, incredibly thin.
It felt as if a little bit of force would crush it directly.
Fortunately, it was just a feeling.
After finishing her coffee, Letia sprawled on the Sofa, looking at the ceiling listlessly.
There was no way around it; the entertainment methods in this world were too few.
This Communicator Crystal couldn’t compare at all to the smartphones of her previous world.
It really only had chatting and photo functions; it couldn’t do anything else.
“Sigh… if I had known, I would have just left with Red.”
Letia let out a sigh.
In the past, when she was in Dawnblade, these kinds of bored situations often occurred.
Back then, she would always go find Red to pass the time.
After all, a toy… isn’t it meant to be played with?
And after Red left the team, she had turned into Litt’s appearance and spent a lot of time with him as well, so she didn’t feel this bored and lonely.
As a result, Anto now wanted her to use Litt’s identity to go to the White Church to work overtime, and for a full week at that.
She was really speechless.
Fortunately, that fellow Anto didn’t strictly require her to turn into Litt’s appearance to stay at the White Church, so she could be like a salted fish, lying here staring at the ceiling.
But she couldn’t go find Red with Litt’s identity either.
After all, Red was well aware of the fact that Litt had to work overtime at the White Church.
Without realizing it, Letia gradually fell asleep on the Sofa.
In her dream, she once again entered that dark and damp Dungeon.
The surrounding environment was a bit different; this didn’t seem to be the Twenty-fifth Floor.
Letia looked around, wanting to confirm where she was and which character she was currently playing.
Right at that moment, she suddenly felt a chill behind her, but her body was unable to move.
Moreover, Liz’s shout echoed in her ears.
“Quick, get back!”
“Clang!!”
She saw Liz’s figure lunge forward, holding her shield in front of her body, blocking that heavy blow for “her.”