Selena gasped, not understanding why her emotions were becoming increasingly agitated. Just a simple sentence from the other person had thrown her heart into chaos.

She quickly realized that what she was doing was foolish.

If she angered the other person, they had a thousand ways to torment her in the dream.

However, the black-haired, green-eyed girl still looked at her calmly.

As if anticipating her reaction, she didn't find it inappropriate.

"You asked three questions in total: What is happiness, what is unhappiness, and what have you experienced in the past."

The Great Love Poet spoke calmly, without any impatience.

"Regarding the first two questions, do you really want the answers?"

She gazed at Selena and asked.

"Huh?!"

Selena didn't understand why this person was actually taking her words seriously and discussing them with her.

"If I were to tell you here the 'answers that suit you' that you might accept, there are many ways I could satisfy you."

The Great Love Poet continued patiently, speaking softly,

"But if you truly want the answers, you must have a long conversation with me, because this isn't a one-plus-one-equals-two kind of question with a definite answer."

This motherly, gentle attitude made Selena stare wide-eyed, but she didn't dare to respond.

"..."

Gradually, Selena became somewhat hesitant, unsure how to respond to the question posed by the other person.

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

The Great Love Poet said.

"...What's the point of understanding? Can it change anything? If you want to prove that my life is full of misfortune, that I'm a worthless person, just destroy me. There's no need to go to so much trouble."

Selena lowered her voice and said through gritted teeth.

"Is that really alright? I think the questions you've raised...are very valuable. I like them very much."

The Great Love Poet replied slowly and methodically.

"..."

Selena stared sideways at the Great Love Poet, the shadows beneath her hair covering her face, with only her gaze unusually focused.

Like a beast that is fearful, yet curious.

"It's obvious that you've built a wall in front of me. Why are you glaring at me?"

The Great Love Poet asked again. Even though she was wearing a mask, one could see the smile in her eyes, full of rationality and intellect.

"..."

Selena remained silent.

The Great Love Poet waited for her.

Being stared at like this, Selena finally couldn't take it anymore.

"Damn it, what's it to you?!"

Selena shouted.

"You've finally spoken."

The Great Love Poet's smiling eyes were quite satisfied.

"Different people are kinesthetic, auditory, or visual. You're visual. You believe in the facts you see. You even have to see other people's dreams with your own eyes. You can't rest easy without seeing it for yourself. You have a strong guard up against me, so now you should see that I pose no threat to you."

"You...!"

Selena wanted to retort, but the reminder made her recall the person's dream.

Someone who could possess such a beautiful vision, their words and actions were indeed without any discrepancy.

Because the illusion manifested by [The Fallen Gentle Village] wouldn't lie.

"..."

She was speechless.

Seeing Selena's state gradually become slightly calmer from the intensity, the Great Love Poet continued,

"Generally, someone who wants to help you would first ask about your troubles, your family situation, or your past. That's how communication works, and it's indeed correct...but I won't delve into your past, your experiences, or your background. I only want to know what you're thinking now, because now there is only the present you. And the present you is seriously contemplating what true happiness is."

"..."

Selena couldn't answer the black-haired, green-eyed girl's question.

No matter how she thought, she couldn't arrive at an answer.

But now she was somewhat starting to want to know the answer, not wanting to be a self-deceiving wretch anymore.

At this moment, cowering at the edge of the floor, afraid to step onto the other tiles, she was completely revealing her own scars.

"Your posture is slightly tilted forward, you're more relaxed than before."

Just as Selena was thinking, the Great Love 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 herself, or whether the other person would believe her, someone who had been full of malice from the beginning.

"Wanting to hurt others for no reason is also a kind of self-protective impulse."

The Great Love Poet nodded in understanding.

"But, do you think I would be violent towards you?"

"..."

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

She felt unable to look directly at this brilliance.

"See, you're looking down again, like a child deliberately posing to throw a tantrum."

The Great Love Poet said with a smile in her voice.

"But you're still able to listen to me, that's great."

She encouraged.

"I..."

Selena took a breath. She didn't understand why there was a warmth in her chest right now. She wanted to talk to this person, wanted to ask her questions, to understand what her long-standing confusion was, wanted to hear her speak, wanted to continue to be treated so gently.

However.

"I'm sorry, my time is up. I have to go do my work now."

The Great Love Poet raised her hand and gracefully pressed against the ground, standing up.

"Wait..."

Selena reached out her hand, not daring to touch the Great Love Poet, wanting to say something but it was like it was stuck in her throat, unable to be spoken.

The other person didn't use the Fallen Gentle Village to try to harm or conquer her, but chose to have a conversation with her, negating the past her, and acknowledging the present her.

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

"Every Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday, from two to five in the afternoon, I will be at the Redmund Building of the Protoss Royal Magic Academy, available to accept conversations with any school staff. If you want to continue talking to me, please make an appointment in advance."

The black-haired, green-eyed figure said to Selena.

"Will you really wait for me?"

Selena asked in a hoarse voice.

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

The Great Love Poet said with a hint of a smile.

Her eyes seemed to be saying—believe that with your qualifications, the school will not refuse, because you have irreplaceable talent and value.

"Be careful on the negative fifth floor, you can't start the Great Demon Race Trial, otherwise you'll encounter eighth-tier enemies."

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

The evaluation of these few prison guards was no suspense.

Selena pursed her lips, not giving a reply.

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

(End of Chapter)