Anyway, now in Count Bathist’s mansion, it’s quite safe. It seems I won’t be found by enemies, and if life could just go on like this, it would be pretty good.
"Who knows, destiny is always fickle. When you want to find something back, you might not be able to find it at all; and when you start fearing finding it, it might just come one after another."
Lanci flipped through the translated version of the Genesis Record; he had just read the last chapter titled The Chapter of Fate and Reincarnation, he recited.
"Would I be afraid?"
Enon laughed subconsciously as if he had heard a joke.
"First, you have to understand one thing, being afraid isn’t always a bad thing, just like the sense of pain I talked about with you last time. It can be painful, but it’s very important."
Upon hearing this, Lanci formally closed the translation he had finished and said to the red-haired girl opposite him.
"Let me ask you, what do you think is the most important emotion?"
He gently raised his forefinger, pointing to the colorful flowers in the courtyard outside the French window, as if those flowers corresponded with every emotion.
"Joy?"
Enon asked.
"The answer to this question varies with each individual, anything you say is correct."
Lanci clasped his hands together on his lap and nodded gravely.
"But the more swiftly you answer, the more likely you are to overlook a problem, which is that every emotion is important."
"Why do you say that?"
Enon had lost her memory but not her basic knowledge—how to eat, walk, and count were still within her grasp.
Similarly, she felt that she’d never heard this sort of thing Lanci was now talking about.
"When you crudely divide emotions into positive and negative emotions, or more simply call them good or bad emotions, you tend to ignore a lot of significance due to an instinctual drive to seek benefit and avoid harm."
Lanci’s words were low, slow, and filled with worry,
"You will despise your self during periods of low mood, and you might viciously force yourself to do things you shouldn’t at times when you should be accepting feeling low. It’s like when you’re injured, you should be resting and healing, not ignoring your wounds."
Each word seemed to weigh whether these statements suited the present Enon,
"On the contrary, if you clearly recognize the meaning of each emotion, you’ll accept the way the world operates more easily, become kinder to yourself, and kinder to others, just as day proceeds to night. Your any physiological or psychological reactions are normal, and they are important signals."
These days, Lanci provided Enon with daily psychological counseling.
Christina was a bit concerned, so she sat by and listened.
After tuning in for two or three days, she tentatively thought there was nothing wrong and even learned some skills for counseling others.
At first, Enon was very resistant to listening to the words of the butler Rocky, but this pure kindness made her quite uncomfortable. She was like encountering something she had never seen before, full of fear.
Latterly, perhaps feeling a bit more secure in chatting with Rocky, Enon stopped resisting and mostly just listened to him in silence.
...
An hour later.
It was also about time for the butler of their Count’s Mansion to get off work.
Lanci again carried his briefcase and passed through the grand reception hall.
Enon had already left for work.
And Christina was still lazily lounging on the couch.
Noticing Lanci, Christina ran over.
"Thank you, Rocky."
She patted Lanci’s back lightly, sending him off from work.
Of course, more than that, it was to express gratitude to Lanci for helping Enon unblock her emotional hurdles.
In the mansion, Enon still kept some distance from the others but trusted these two the most; she even gradually began to allow them to stay closer.
"Miss Christina, I feel it’s quite obvious that she’s more dangerous than I am. Why do you like her so much, yet still resist me?"
Lanci asked Christina, puzzled.
"Your familiarity is frightening. It feels like wherever you’re thrown, you can quickly blend in with the people around you."
Christina slightly leaned back, guarding herself as she sized up Lanci,
"But Enon feels like that injured wolf you pick up... now she’s reverted to a cub state, could this be an opportunity to tame her?"
Christina said with some uncertainty.
"So you prefer to develop relations, not just have them fall from the sky."
Lanci shook his head dejectedly, as if no one liked him.
"Tch, you don’t see how dependent my family members have become on you."
Christina looked at the butler feigning weakness, smacked her lips,
"By the way, if she recovers her memory, will she suddenly not recognize me anymore?"
Christina then asked.
She was a bit afraid that all she was doing now would be for nothing, that one day Enon would suddenly treat her as a stranger again and vanish from her sight, which would make her very sad.
"No matter what kind of past she remembers, the memories of her time with you will forever stay in her mind. While this might be a ’contamination’ to her originally fierce temperament, happiness and joy cannot be faked, and she will have acquired a taste for them."
Lanci explained with a smile, went to the door, and bowed slightly to her.
Over this period, he had realized that Miss Christina seemed genuinely to have very few true friends.
Most people treated her like the villainous daughter similar to Mr. Kyle without ever really getting to know her.
And Enon was like a blank slate, opening her eyes to seeing Christina, trusting Christina, and depending on Christina.