Motan scratched his head in frustration, sighing lightly, "Is it really like this…"
"I didn't expect you to guess it so quickly."
Double Leaf squinted slightly, looking at the curly-haired man with glasses in front of her, not quite smiling: "You're quite something, Mr. Frank."
Motan instinctively raised his hand to touch the tip of his nose, shaking his head: "I actually think that Miss Futaba intentionally hinted at it to me, and until you admitted it yourself just now, I wasn't very sure."
"To be able to discern this possibility from just those few words and to have the courage to directly ask me, can already be considered impressive. What Diana described to me over this period about 'Frank Hughes' couldn't achieve that."
The girl absent-mindedly toyed with the arcane sparks between her fingers, speaking slowly: "You have a very complicated mind."
