"Empathy?"
Yizou looked at Motan with some surprise, her big eyes full of question marks.
Motan nodded slightly, giving a self-deprecating smile: "Well, you could say it's one of my virtues. Due to some troubling reasons, I seem to be quite... considerate?"
The Female Knight pursed her lips, her expression a mix of three parts confusion and seven parts curiosity.
"Well, that might not be entirely accurate."
Motan shrugged, weakly laying on the table, staring fixedly at the cup in front of him, which was level with his eyebrows, and muttered softly: "In any case, after hearing the hawk's description, I can roughly guess what kind of person Mr. Lucius is. Although he is not the commander of those heretics, with the right methods, we can still try to create some scenarios that are pleasing to the eye,"
