Chapter 2790 - 1321: Theresa Tarosa’s Exclusive Interview_2

Theresa sat back at the bar properly, covering her small mouth in astonishment and lightly exclaimed, "Wow, is this generation’s Spade Five already so impressive!"

Miranda: "..."

The young girl who had returned to the chair nearly hit her head on the ground upon hearing this.

"Hehe, it wasn’t Fyari or Richard who told me that."

Theresa seemed to notice Miranda’s astonishment and confusion, and she smiled shyly, "Actually, I was a Club for some time, and over the years I’ve been secretly providing you with some assistance."

Miranda: (⊙.⊙;)

"Hmm, let’s not talk about that now, it’s not that important anyway~"

Theresa shook her head, gently saying, "Little Miranda, you probably want to continue the interview, right?"

"Ah... oh right!"

The girl finally came to her senses, slapped her forehead, and said with an embarrassed smile, "Sorry, sorry, it’s just that you’re so... young and beautiful, completely different from General Barty and General Richard, so it’s hard to wrap my head around it."

Theresa shyly waved her hand and gently said, "I just look relatively young because I have a little Elf bloodline. In terms of lifespan, I’m about the same as everyone else; I just don’t age visibly."

"Haha... I feel slightly hit by that."

The girl chuckled awkwardly twice, then picked up a quill pen to get back on track and asked, "I heard that back in the day, you seemed to have agreed to Lord Foster’s request to lose to Lord Black Fan in that competition. Your loss in that match indeed seemed a bit abrupt, so..."

Theresa interrupted Miranda with a smile, saying, "So you’re wondering if I deliberately lost to him back in the day?"

"Uh..."

Miranda opened her mouth, but then nodded earnestly, saying, "Yes."

"No."

"Eh?"

"Yes."

"Really!"

"Yes, no."

"I’m really curious if you deliberately lost to the Military God back then."

Miranda was completely bewildered.

"I know, so didn’t I just give you the answer~"

Theresa Tarosa touched her braided hair on her shoulder and gently said, "The answer is — no, I didn’t intentionally lose to him, although strictly speaking, I wasn’t entirely giving it my all either."

Miranda frowned and asked curiously, "But... if you weren’t giving it your all, then isn’t that just throwing the game?"

"It wasn’t a fair confrontation, Miranda."

Theresa elegantly took a sip of her coffee, her pretty face inexplicably turning a little red, "Firstly, the one serving as Counselor by my side was Senior Lian, whose military foundation was much more solid than Sister Wang Yu’s. Therefore, whether in terms of directive efficiency or speed of conveying commands, my side was much faster."

The petite and exquisite young girl reporter was quickly taking notes while nodding: "Uh-huh!"

"And the critical point is that Lord Black Fan mistook me for Senior Foster."

Theresa blinked and couldn’t help but laugh, "He seemed to look down on Senior Foster a bit at the time, so he played very casually from the start. You probably already studied the materials, where he moved three army groups across the field and such~"

Miranda kept nodding and then asked in some confusion, "But was that really a mistake? I remember his side didn’t suffer any losses during the initial engagements."

"It just looked that way."

Theresa playfully stuck out her tongue, her beautiful silver-gray eyes filled with nostalgia, "In fact, because he was too overconfident, he basically handed the rhythm over to me from the get-go."

Considering Miranda’s current identity was first as a ’young girl reporter’ rather than ’young girl military enthusiast,’ she didn’t delve into exactly what kind of ’rhythm’ it was but nodded thoughtfully, saying, "So you mean both sides weren’t fully serious, so it cancels out?"

"At least that’s how I see it, and toward the end, we both got serious. I still remember Sister Wang Yu, who came out of the command room all exhausted, looking so pitiful."

Theresa nodded slightly, then softly said, "Share your thoughts; I’m quite curious about how everyone views that simulation back then."

"Uh, then... I’ll give it a try."

Miranda immediately flipped back a few pages in her notebook, scrutinizing her earlier notes and deliberating as she spoke, "Before coming, I did quite a bit of research, including analyses and conjectures from professionals. Combining my perspective, I think starting from the mid-game, when the red and blue sides entered a standoff phase, you were consistently in advantage, right?"

"Uh-huh, that’s right."

Theresa smiled sweetly and then encouraged, "Go on."

"Ultimately, the red side’s positions almost dominated the central area, with its Domain control already exceeding eighty percent. And the casualty ratio was approaching parity. This meant that with more time to endure, the blue side’s forces would be completely pushed back to their absolute control area, shifting from standoff and attack to passive defense."

Miranda scrutinized the simple diagram she had drawn in her notebook and frowned, "In my view, Lord Black Fan’s best choice then was to retreat proactively and switch to a defensive counterattack strategy since the blue side still held a slight troop advantage. But instead, he chose the conventional tactic of [Central Blossom] even as the neutral zone was about to fall completely, and regarding the outcome... it didn’t seem particularly successful."

"Oh?"

Theresa refilled Miranda’s cup with [Mellow Black Special Blend] and asked with interest, "You don’t think Black Fan’s grand-scale [Central Blossom] yielded a good result?"

Although Miranda had an inkling she might be mistaken, she nodded honestly, "Yes, I think so. Because, as you mentioned earlier, without aiming for full enemy annihilation, not to mention fighting for twenty minutes for the red side to fully occupy the central area, even if that time doubled, you could manage, so I assume..."

"So you think Black Fan’s [Central Blossom] was neither wise nor ideal?"

Theresa smiled knowingly and asked gently, "Then how do you think I eventually lost?"

"I don’t know."

Miranda shrugged, indicating she had given up on thinking about it.

"In fact, you were just blinded by the possibility of Senior Foster asking me to lose the match, which made Black Fan’s win seem more unbelievable to you."

Theresa accurately pinpointed Miranda’s true mindset and then put on a serious expression, saying, "Let’s put it this way, young lady, it was that seemingly unremarkable, and barely fruitful [Central Blossom] that ultimately secured Black Fan’s victory."

Miranda blinked her eyes, "Eh?"

Theresa smiled sweetly and asked, "What do you think was my greatest advantage... or strength in that match?"

"From my personal perspective..."

Miranda didn’t hesitate much and quickly offered her answer, "Just talking about that match, it would be the extremely meticulous planning, flawless tactical execution, and impeccable detail management, right?"

Theresa burst into laughter but didn’t refute the young lady’s objective evaluation, simply nodding slightly, "That’s precisely the problem."

"Eh?"

"Think carefully about how you evaluated my performance in that match, Miranda."

"Uh..."

"Extremely meticulous, flawless, impeccable, right?"

"Uh, yes."

"Even for me, achieving that level requires extreme concentration, keeping the mental string tightly taut. You’d agree to that, wouldn’t you?"

"Uh-huh."

"And what Black Fan did at the time was to utterly snap that taut string of mine."

"Wha?!"

Chapter 1321: End