“My name is Theresia Lin.”
Theresia blinked those azure eyes of hers and stated her name openly.
When announcing her name, she deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of the final character, “Lin,” and gave herself a mental thumbs-up for her wit.
After all, a name is something that will be known sooner or later; trying to deliberately hide it would only make her seem guilty, so it was better to just say it openly.
Besides, she had already thought it through: Theresia was her game account character name, and Lin was her surname from her previous life when she was a boy.
Putting the two names together was, in a way, leaving a little tail for herself.
Theresia Lin sounded much safer than Theresia van Astrea.
“What… Theresia?”
Reinhard repeated the name, and in those equally azure eyes of his, the waves that had just calmed down began to churn once more.
“What’s wrong? Is this name very strange?”
Theresia raised her slender eyebrows and added, feigning ignorance.
She found that she actually quite enjoyed this feeling.
Standing right next to the truth and testing the waters frantically, pretending she didn’t know anything when she actually knew it all.
Watching the other person struggle like a tangled mess gave her an indescribable sense of joy.
Huh, could it be that I’m a mischief-maker at heart…
“It’s not strange. It’s just…” Reinhard paused, seemingly deliberating on how to phrase his words so as not to be rude again,
“Miss Theresia, your name is very similar to someone I know.”
“Oh?” Theresia tilted her head, her waterfall-like red hair sliding down from her shoulders with the movement, and she blinked those azure eyes, intentionally asking,
“Who is it? Is it your ex-girlfriend?”
Hearing this, Reinhard was slightly taken aback.
A rare, almost awkward loosening appeared on his usually calm and composed face, as if he had been caught off guard by the question:
“Ahem… No, it’s my grandmother. Her name was also Theresia van Astrea.”
“Wow, what a coincidence.”
Theresia’s tone was casual and flat, revealing nothing unusual.
Reinhard replied, but his gaze involuntarily fell on Theresia’s face again.
The muscles at the corner of his eyes twitched imperceptibly, as if he were trying to suppress some immense confusion.
“What are you looking at?”
Theresia noticed his gaze.
“Although it is presumptuous, Miss Theresia, you look exactly like my grandmother did when she was young.”
Reinhard said truthfully.
He had seen the magical portrait hanging in the family study.
In the painting, his grandmother stood in a garden, her long red hair blown by the wind, her blue eyes gazing into the distance, with a faint smile on her lips.
That painting had left a deeply profound impression on him when he was a child.
“So what?” Theresia shrugged indifferently, stuffing the last bite of apple into her mouth, her cheeks bulging like a hamster’s, and intentionally spouted nonsense:
“Isn’t it normal for people to look alike? The world is huge; there are plenty of people who look like others. Go look for yourself; there are surely several people in this world who look similar to you. Maybe there’s even a Reinhard Number Two selling grilled fish skewers over in Kararagi.”
“But even the names are the same…” Reinhard said, thoughtful.
“Having the same name is also very normal.” Theresia spread her hands, spouting nonsense with a straight face,
“If you go to the street and shout ‘Jane,’ I guarantee three people will turn around. Shout ‘John,’ and five will. If you shout ‘Joe,’ every man on the street will look at you.”
“…”
Reinhard was momentarily speechless.
He didn’t know anyone named Joe, nor had he ever been to a grilled fish stall in Kararagi.
But upon careful consideration, what she said seemed correct.
But…
but was the probability of having both the same name and the same appearance really that high?
Thinking of this, Reinhard looked at Theresia with a perplexed expression:
“My Divine Protection of bloodline tells me that you indeed possess the bloodline of the Astrea Family. This Divine Protection cannot be wrong; it has never been wrong.”
“Is that so.”
Theresia remained expressionless, but was internally venting like crazy.
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When creating the game account, the race column was written as Astrea Family, so the bloodline is naturally connected.
“If my grandmother were alive, she would be over sixty this year, so it’s impossible for you to be her.” Reinhard rubbed his chin, analyzing it to himself,
“Furthermore, that disaster fourteen years ago…”
“Stop.”
Theresia raised her hand, interrupting Reinhard’s deduction, her fair, delicate palm held directly in front of him,
“Let me summarize for you. What you’re thinking right now is: this beautiful and intelligent girl in front of you looks like my grandmother, has the same name as my grandmother, and the Divine Protection of bloodline also says she is from my family. But she looks only eighteen, and if my grandmother were alive, she would be over sixty, so the age doesn’t match. Therefore, the conclusion is that she cannot be my grandmother. Right?”
“Th-that is indeed the case.”
Reinhard nodded.
Having it summarized like that, even he felt that this suspicion really didn’t hold water.
“Then the problem is solved.” Theresia clapped her hands, revealing a brilliant smile,
“I’ll state it once more: my name is Theresia Lin. Please don’t overthink it. I am not your grandmother; your grandmother is no longer here. I am just a passerby who happens to share the same name and appearance.”
After she finished speaking, she gave herself full marks in her heart for her counter-offensive performance.
Laying out all the other person’s speculations, analyzing them for them, and then drawing the conclusion for them.
In this way, the other person would be too embarrassed to keep asking.
“But…”
Reinhard still felt something was wrong.
But he couldn’t put his finger on it.
There was a sense of dissonance where all the clues pointed in one direction, but the conclusion led in the opposite, like finishing a puzzle only to find an extra piece.
“Hey, are you finished yet, Reinhard? Do you really want me to be your grandmother and acknowledge you as my grandson?”
Theresia put her hands on her hips, her blue eyes wide, her exquisite and beautiful face paired with this huffy expression, which instead made her look exceptionally cute,
“Even if you were willing to acknowledge our kinship, I’m not willing to take on a big, strapping grandson like you!”
“Uh… I am truly sorry, Miss Theresia.” Reinhard bowed again, his attitude so respectful that one couldn’t really be angry,
“It was my rudeness. It’s just that seeing someone who looks so much like my grandmother so suddenly, I was unable to compose myself for a moment. Please forgive me.”
At this moment, Reinhard straightened up.
The shock in his blue eyes had mostly subsided, replaced by the composure a knight should have.
Although the little question marks in his heart were still bubbling, at least on the surface, he had returned to the appearance of the calm and self-composed “knight of knights.”