Everyone had high expectations and gave WhiteOppulence, Nathalie's pen name, too much credit for being no different from an omniscient person. But just as much as she took pride as the author of the novel that she was, there were still lapses on her part.
The man in front of him was a prime example: of all the characters she wrote so far, the Grand Duke of Forsberg was the character she knew the least. No matter what, he popped out with a reason, and only then did she found out that it was Jonathan.
So many questions came, but right off the bat, the first question stunned him so bad.
Before the atmosphere could've turned awkward, she typed again, [It was merely hearsays, and not that I know, so you can dismiss that if you want to…]
"That's true to some extent."
[Oh, really?]
"Though, I stopped after that incident—after I found out the other part of me, I got myself too busy."
[As Jonathan or Nathan?]
"Both."
