Don't confiscate my citizenship

Selena gasped and didn't understand why she was getting more and more agitated. Just a simple sentence from the other party made her feel confused.

She also quickly realized that she was foolish to do so.

If you anger the other party, the other party will have ten thousand ways to torture themselves in their dreams.

However, the girl with black hair and green eyes still looked at her calmly.

It was as if he expected her reaction and didn't feel inappropriate about it.

"You asked a total of three questions, what is happiness, what is misfortune, and what you have experienced in the past."

The poet of great love spoke calmly, without any impatience,

"As for the first two questions, do you really want to get the answers?"

she asked, looking at Selena.

"ah?!"

Selena didn't understand why this person actually listened to her words seriously and actually discussed it with her.

"If I were to tell you here an 'answer that suits you' that you might accept, then I have many ways to satisfy you."

The poet of great love continues to speak softly and patiently,

"But if you really want to get the answer, you have to have a long conversation with me, because this is not a question where one plus one equals two has a clear answer."

This motherly and gentle attitude made Selena stare, but she didn't dare to say a word in response.

"..."

Gradually, Selena started to shrink back a little, not knowing how to respond to the words thrown out by the other party.

"In fact, ignorance is a sin. When you find out the truth of the matter, you will hate yourself. But please don't be afraid, because everyone needs to go through this process."

Said the poet of great love.

"...So what if you figure it out? Can you change anything? If you want to prove that my life is full of misfortunes and that I am a worthless person, just destroy me. There is no need to go to such trouble."

Selena lowered her voice and gritted her teeth.

"Is it really good? I think these questions you raised...are very valuable. I like them very much."

The poet of great love replied slowly.

"..."

Selena stared sideways at the poet, the shadow under her hair covering her face, but her eyes were particularly focused.

Like a fearful yet curious beast.

"Obviously you put up a wall in front of me, why are you staring at me?"

The poet of great love asked again. Even though she was wearing a mask, she could still see the smile in her eyes, which was full of reason and intelligence.

"..."

Selena remained silent.

The beloved poet is also waiting for her.

So being watched like this all the time, Selena finally couldn't bear it.

"I'm so annoyed. What does it have to do with you?!"

Selena shouted.

"You finally spoke."

The poet's smiling eyes are quite satisfied,

"Different people are divided into somatosensory, auditory, and visual people. You are a visual person. You believe in the facts you see. You even have to see other people's dreams with your own eyes. If you don't see it with your own eyes, you can't put your mind at ease. You You are very wary of me, so you should have seen by now that I am not a threat to you."

"you……!"

Selena was about to retort, but was prompted to recall this person's dream.

There really isn’t the slightest difference between the words and deeds of a person who can have such a beautiful vision.

Because the illusion embodied in "The Land of Falling Gentleness" cannot lie.

"..."

She was speechless.

Seeing that Selena's state has changed from intense to calm again.

The poet of great love continued:

"Generally, people who want to help you will first ask about your troubles, your family situation, or your past. This is how communication is, and it is indeed right... But I still have no idea about your past and your experiences. I don’t want to inquire too much about my life experience. I just want to know what you are thinking about now, because now, there is only you now. And now you are seriously thinking about what true happiness is."

"..."

Selena couldn't answer the question of the black-haired and green-eyed girl in front of her.

No matter how much I think about it, I can't come up with an answer.

But now she wants to know the answer, and doesn't want to be a self-deceiving wretch anymore.

At this moment, she was hiding on the edge of the floor in fear, not daring to step onto other floors. She had completely revealed her scars.

"Your posture is leaning forward a little, and you are more relaxed than before."

Just as Selena was thinking, the poet suddenly said,

"You seem to be protecting yourself. Are you afraid of me?"

"..."

Selena wanted to speak, but she didn't know how to express it, or whether the other party would believe her, who was full of malicious intentions from the beginning.

"Wanting to hurt others without knowing the reason is actually an impulse of self-protection."

The great poet nodded understandingly,

"But, do you think I will be violent to you?"

"..."

Selena looked at this girl. Her snow-white skin and bright eyes were like the only light in this deep prison.

She felt unable to look directly at the brilliance.

"Look, he lowered his head again, like a child deliberately posing to have a tantrum."

The poet of great love said with a smile in his voice,

"But you still listen to me, which is great."

she encouraged.

"I……"

Selena took a breath. She didn't understand that there was a warmth in her chest now. She wanted to talk to this person, wanted to ask her questions, understand the problem that she had been confused about for a long time, wanted to listen to her talk, and wanted to continue to be listened to. Be so gentle.

However.

"Sorry, it's time, I have to do my job."

The poet of great love raised his hand, touched the ground dignifiedly, and stood up.

"etc……"

Selena stretched out her hand, not daring to reach the beloved poet, but what she wanted to say seemed to be stuck in her throat.

The other party did not use the fallen tenderness to find ways to hurt or conquer her, but chose to have a conversation with her where she was discarding the old and creating the new, denying her in the past and recognizing her now.

She didn't know why, but she still wanted to continue listening and expressing. Maybe only in this way could she feel the meaning of her life.

"Every Monday, Wednesday and Thursday, from 2 to 5 pm, I will be in the Red Mond Building of Protos Royal Academy of Magic. I am available for any conversation from school personnel. If you want to continue talking to me, please do so in advance. Make an appointment.”

The figure with black hair and green eyes said to Selena.

"Will you really wait for me?"

Selena asked in a hoarse voice.

"If you are willing to come to the school to teach, maybe you can talk to me more often."

The poet of great love said with a slight smile.

His eyes seemed to be saying - I believe that with your qualifications, the school will not reject you, because you have irreplaceable talent and value.

"Be careful when you go to the negative fifth floor. Don't start the big demon trial, otherwise you will encounter eighth-level enemies."

Selena hesitated for a while, and finally stood up from the ground. After saying this concisely, she turned and left, preparing to go back to her office and start working.

There is no suspense about the evaluation of these prison guards.

Selena pursed her lips and gave no answer.

But she always had a feeling that she could only see the true face of this person at Protos Royal Academy of Magic.