old dream

Chapter 399 The Docile Lamb

It has always been a taboo for language magicians to let the subject participate in their own life for too long.Suggestion is but a shallow illusion, born and lost with distance.So hints are most afraid of those days that accompany day and night, because they leave no room for imagination and mystery.

But unknowingly, Emil and Vera spent more and more time together.Indeed, he liked the feeling of being accompanied, so he allowed Vera to occupy his time more and more, but in fact, it was more because of a secret desire in Emil's heart...

For some reason, he wanted to reveal that most important secret.

Want to fail the task.

Want Vera to discover the whole truth by herself.

If the two continue to get along like this, the devastating moment will come sooner or later, but he is looking forward to it more and more.Emile wanted to see the expression on Vera's face when she realized that all this was just a hint.Even then, this woman would rather be executed than leave her.Even if the failure of the control task would lower his already appalling evaluation in the file office by two levels... But as the days passed, Emil found it increasingly difficult for him to resist this temptation.He didn't know where this temptation came from, but he could feel its increasingly full weight.Is it because there are too many secrets buried in my heart that I am finally overwhelmed?Or did the savior complex break out, hoping to return Vera's true freedom from the Intelligence Department?
Or, after experiencing countless adoring gazes, Emil just wanted to be seen simply once.

I want Vera to see her real and unbearable self in a waking state without being disturbed by hints.

Just one glance is enough... Even during Danalo's journey that lasted several years, it was only this one glance.

I don't know if I gradually discovered the clues, or I heard the deepest desire in Emil's heart.One day, Emil ended his meeting with the informant in a restaurant, and Vera was sitting next to him not far away to protect him.When Emil sat down beside her, Vera was still looking thoughtfully at the disappearing figure of the informant.

In the Investigation Department, it's no secret that Emile can use language magic.After all, no matter how attractive a person is, it is impossible to invade the heart of the opposite sex so easily and almost relentlessly.Vera knew about this.Sometimes the truth has always been there so undisguised, but the person concerned just couldn't make a turn for a while, or always underestimated the maliciousness of reality too much.

"You said that you would never use hints on members of the intelligence station, right?"

Vera asked, still thinking about the informant.

"Hmm," Emil responded vaguely, but her heart beat wildly uncontrollably because of Vera's words.

"Then... can I be regarded as someone from the intelligence station?"

She found holes in the emir's rhetoric.

Of course not... Even in the eyes of the intelligence department, his status may not be as good as that of the informant just now.After all, Vera was just a prisoner on death row from beginning to end.

The emir did not utter these unacceptable answers because there was no need for them.Vera knew these things better than he did.

"I have the same hints as them?" She came to a conclusion.

Seeing Vera's understatement, Emil felt an inexplicable pain in her heart.It might be too late to deny it now, and Vera would believe whatever he said.

But Emil didn't do that, just hummed lightly.

"What time is it?" Vera asked:
"Last year? Before we started dating? Or?"

"On the train," Emile said:
"Before you knew me."

"I see." Vera nodded, unexpectedly calm.

Emil looked at Vera's face, waiting for a heavy rain to come.But after a while, I realized that this calm was not the depression before the outbreak.

He showed a surprised expression:

"Is that how you accept it?"

"Huh?" Vera thought for a while, and seemed to be thinking about something that was unacceptable:
"Aren't they all the same?"

Are people and puppets the same?he thought.

"Give me your hand, and then look into my eyes." Emil said to Vera, hearing his voice, the latter's eyes immediately became blank, and all defenses were removed.She stretched out her hand obediently, like a submissive sheep at the dining table.

Emil held her hand, feeling the tension of those tiny muscles, as well as the heartbeat, and after confirming that it was completely relaxed, he entered Vera's heart through Vera's empty and defenseless eyes.

If it was in the past, Emil would carefully erase the memory of this kind of visit, but not this time, after all, Vera already knew the secret.

"How?" After he withdrew, Vera in front of him asked with some novelty and anticipation.

"Hint..." Emil took a light breath: "There is no sign of loosening."

"is it?"

Hearing this answer, Vera lowered her head, then whispered to herself as if she was relieved:

"That's great..."

She closed her eyes in peace, so she couldn't see Emil's expression at the moment.

But in fact, at this moment, apart from a trace of shameful rejoicing, Emil felt more fear in his heart.

He has been practicing language magic since he was a teenager, and he is very proficient now.He has always kept a distance from the subject, so he has never had a deep concept of how far these hints can control people.But only now did he really understand what he had broken.

Those casually implanted hints can even allow the subject to remain unrestrained even though they know they are being manipulated, and are willing to be manipulated by the caster.

How many people had he used this terrible witchcraft on over the years?
Isn't the heart of the other something that needs to be kept in awe?But why is it so radical and easy to change?He slowly covered his face, the intense fear was mixed with unspeakable disappointment and sadness, since Vera was so completely controlled, it seemed that all thoughts and struggles no longer existed.So, have you really met her?
Or was it that the girl whose real name was Vera had already been obliterated by him indifferently on the train to Danaro a few years ago?

Emil's panic and disappointment did not have a chance to last for too long, because in just two days, he received an order from the top of the intelligence department.

The content of the instruction is very short, and there is no room for doubt.

Control Vera, who is a prisoner on death row, to perform a mission that must die.

　Rehabilitation first, four chapters a week
　　
　
(End of this chapter)