Seeing Reinhard suddenly appear before her eyes, Theresia’s heart skipped a beat, and she nearly choked on the bite of apple in her mouth.
What kind of luck is this?
She had been strolling around the Royal Capital for less than half a day, and she already ran head-on into the world’s chosen protagonist.
Although Theresia knew she would eventually run into Reinhard in the Royal Capital, she just didn’t expect it to happen so soon.
You have to understand, that is Reinhard van Astrea.
The current Sword Saint, an official cheat-code user possessing hundreds of Divine Protections, an existence on the level of the author’s favorite son, and the strongest combatant in this world on the surface.
At the same time, he is also the grandson of Wilhelm and the Theresia from the original story.
She had just been thinking about how to avoid old man Wilhelm, and yet his grandson, Reinhard, had come looking for her directly.
To be honest, having a grandson who is the ceiling of the world is indeed not bad.
“The current Sword Saint, Reinhard, is my grandson”—how impressive would that sound?
She could walk sideways anywhere in this other world.
But the problem is, she isn’t the Theresia from the original story, so why should she acknowledge this kinship?
Acknowledging the grandson is equivalent to acknowledging the son, acknowledging the son is equivalent to acknowledging the husband, and acknowledging the husband is equivalent to admitting that she is the former Sword Saint, Theresia, who died fourteen years ago.
Isn’t this just asking for trouble?
How is she supposed to have fun from now on?
She only wanted to play this other world like a massive open-world RPG; she had absolutely no intention of coming here to star in a melodramatic family ethics drama.
Therefore, she absolutely cannot acknowledge Reinhard as her grandson!
But then again, Reinhard doesn’t know me yet.
In a sense, even though I have the grandmother-grandson relationship with him in this world’s setting, he has never actually met me, so what the hell am I panicking about!
Just as Theresia was thinking this, having chewed and swallowed half the apple in her mouth, she prepared to speak up and take the initiative.
To her surprise, Reinhard spoke first:
“…Grandmother?!”
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Theresia blinked those beautiful azure eyes, her expression freezing on her face; she even forgot to wipe the bit of apple juice still hanging from the corner of her mouth.
Hey, hey, hey, seriously?!
She was recognized on the spot just like that?!
“My apologies.” Reinhard reacted quickly and immediately bowed deeply, his posture as respectful as a child who had done something wrong,
“I spoke rashly just now, I am truly very sorry.”
You must understand, the moment Reinhard saw this face of Theresia’s just now.
His Divine Protection of Bloodline Perception had jolted sharply in his chest, with an intensity even clearer than when his grandfather Wilhelm stood before him.
At the same time, his Divine Protection of Eidetic Memory automatically retrieved the magical portrait of his grandmother in her youth from his grandfather’s study, and every detail of her face perfectly matched the young girl before him.
With both Divine Protections triggered simultaneously, before his brain had time to process it, his mouth had already called out.
But after calling out, he realized it was inappropriate.
Everyone knew that his grandmother had remained forever on the battlefield of the White Whale subjugation fourteen years ago.
Back then, his grandmother personally led the subjugation team to set out, facing the calamity of the White Whale, and from then on, there was no news, and she never returned.
Although her body was never found, everyone in the Sword Saint family knew clearly.
Going missing on the battlefield is synonymous with death.
If his grandmother were still alive, she would be over sixty years old by now.
Yet the young girl before him looked no more than seventeen or eighteen, with hair like a waterfall, skin like snow, and her features full of the vitality and verve unique to young people.
How could she possibly be the long-passed Sword Saint, Theresia?
Realizing this huge logical loophole, Reinhard then added that apology.
But his gaze still uncontrollably lingered for a long time on that face so resembling his grandmother’s, his heart filled with confusion.
“Do you want to listen to what you’re actually saying?” Theresia tried hard to maintain a calm expression, but her eyebrows couldn’t help but arch slightly, her tone intentionally carrying a bit of dissatisfaction,
“To be called Grandmother the moment we meet, am I that old? You might as well just call me Great-Grandmother; the seniority is higher, and it would roll off your tongue easier.”
“Uh… I am very sorry, it was my lapse in manners.” Reinhard bowed again, apologizing sincerely,
“It’s just that you and the portrait of my grandmother in her youth look so much alike, so much so that… at first glance, I almost thought the portrait had come to life.” This chapter is updated first at novelping(.)com.
Although Reinhard’s heart was still filled with confusion.
Why would the Divine Protection of Bloodline Perception produce such a strong reaction to a stranger?
Why would this face overlap so precisely with the appearance of his grandmother in her youth?
But he had temporarily suppressed those questions and put on a proper expression of apology.
“I just turned eighteen this year~ I’m in the prime of my youth as a beautiful girl, and you calling me Grandmother in public on the street is really super presumptuous and rude, okay.”
Theresia tilted her head, her red hair swaying gently on her shoulders with the movement; under the sunlight, that touch of intense red reflected on her fair cheeks, making those blue eyes even more clear and moving.
Then, Theresia leaned forward half a step, looking up at Reinhard, her exquisite face wearing a touch of reproach as if she were taking advantage of the situation:
“Let me tell you, this kind of behavior is called harassment, and you’re going to be taken away by the police officers.”
“I am very sorry, I do not know what police are, but if someone were to take me away because of this, I would cooperate with the investigation.”
Reinhard lowered his head slightly, answering with a serious face.
“…You’re actually answering seriously; what I mean is that you are being very impolite.” Theresia shoved the apple to her mouth, took a small bite, her cheeks slightly puffed out, and said vaguely to Reinhard in front of her,
“Mmph… If it weren’t for the fact that you look decent and upright, and don’t look like a bad person intentionally trying to offend others, I would have thrown the apple in my hand right at your face in a fit of anger.”
It must be said, this guy Reinhard is exactly the same as in the animation.
He is truly handsome, truly serious, and truly quick-witted, but only in terms of social interaction is he like an old stone slab, both hard and rigid.
“Sorry, I was abrupt, I apologize to you once again.”
Reinhard maintained a humble posture throughout, apologizing sincerely.
“Jeez, I was just eating an apple and singing a song, and you suddenly blocked my path, nearly scaring me into choking.” Seeing the atmosphere ease, Theresia took the opportunity to change the subject, asking a question she already knew the answer to,
“Come to think of it, I still don’t know who you are?”
“I apologize for presumptuously blocking your path, it was truly unintentional.” Seeing this, Reinhard placed one hand on his chest, bowed slightly, and performed an elegant knight’s salute,
“I am Reinhard van Astrea, a knight of the Kingdom Knights Order; may I ask your name, Miss?”