What Eya said sounded deeply sincere to the others. Though it did not move them to tears, it was enough to make them sigh with emotion.
Laplace, however, showed no expression after hearing it. He merely cast Eya a faint glance. "You're addicted to storybooks again? Why are you talking in such a roundabout way?"
Addicted to storybook novels?
More importantly, Laplace had used the word "again." That meant Eya had been addicted to storybooks before?
Everyone's gazes unconsciously turned toward Eya.
Eya merely smiled faintly and slowly returned to his seat. "The tear-jerking scenes in storybooks truly are difficult to recreate. They need atmosphere and supporting characters to set them off. Unfortunately, there was hardly enough preparation at this moment to build such an atmosphere."
That was effectively an admission that Laplace's jab was true.
Eya said, "However, while I did borrow some lines from storybooks, my respect for my teacher was not false in the slightest."
Laplace seemed to shake his head helplessly and did not respond.
Eya said nothing more either, simply taking his seat as the situation called for.
Mollyan, who was sipping hot tea beside them, lightly furrowed her brows. "I thought you had specifically changed into human form because I was here. But it seems it was for your teacher?"
Mollyan set down her teacup and stared straight at Eya. "If the original body knew, she would probably dislike you even more."
Mollyan's tone was teasing, but there was not the slightest hint of teasing in her expression.
Eya looked at Mollyan. "There is no difference between you and the original body. What you think is what the original body thinks."
"Book-brained and utterly unromantic." Mollyan snorted through her nose, turned away, and could not be bothered to look at Eya again.
Eya did