Why it never ends

Hesta's stagger made many people notice her empty right sleeve, so more people joined in, trying to defend her against the security guards. The raging arguments made the crowd even more noisy.

However, at this time, Hestad had no idea about the disputes in the outside world. She stared at the strange and vivid face and felt that time had frozen. At this moment, Hestad suddenly had an illusion, as if she was again She returned to her 11-year-old self, back to the reserve base that once made her tense.

At that time, her fangs were still too young, and she seemed to have no better way to face the seemingly dangerous surroundings except to keep tense all the time.

...Then, many people caught her.

"Those who leave will come back."

Hesta pressed her eyes, and a name almost fell on the tip of her tongue before she swallowed it again.

"In various ways, over and over again, come back to us."

The continued conflict attracted more onlookers, and soon several older security guards trotted towards them.After understanding the situation, they pushed aside the crowd and walked to Hesta to ask questions - however, Hesta still didn't understand.

Suddenly, someone in the crowd asked a question in District [-] dialect.

"Are you a student of our school? Have you brought any materials that can prove your identity?"

This familiar language brought Hesta back to her senses. She turned her head and saw a kind-hearted old lady next to her - it was the silver-haired professor who had met on a snowy night in Vyborg not long ago.

Hesta nodded belatedly, and immediately began to look for the receipt for her tuition payment in the morning, and quickly took it out and handed it over.

The old man took a glance and smiled, "Yes, this is our classmate, a freshman this year... It's understandable that he is new here, so he doesn't know the situation."

"It's all a misunderstanding." The older security guard waved his hands back and forth, "Everyone, please leave, please leave."

The other security guards took their own people away. The young man was obviously still a little angry and kept wiping his eyes in grievance.

The crowd gradually dispersed, and the tea break was almost over. Participants who had gathered in the corridor dispersed to various branch venues and classrooms.Hesta was still standing there, her eyes always following the girl with golden eyes - she was currently talking to the kind-hearted professor.

Finally, those eyes noticed Hesta's gaze and looked towards her.

"Are you ok?"

"Okay." Hesta replied immediately, "I... everything is fine."

"You don't speak Southern District [-] dialect?"

"Yeah." Hesta nodded repeatedly.

"You can go back now," the girl smiled, "Where do you live?"

"West District." Hesta's voice was dry, "Building 29, West."

The girl looked back at the professor behind her, then looked back at Hesta, "Are you really okay? Were those security guards too fierce just now and scared you?"

Unable to understand the entire sentence, Hestad immediately looked for help at the professor who spoke District [-] language.

"Do you need help?" the professor asked.

"No," Hesta shook her head immediately. She looked at the girl, "What's your name?"

"Me?" The girl smiled, "My name is Ksenia."

"Ksenia." Hesta repeated in a low voice, "Ksenia...right?"

"Yes, the pronunciation is very standard." She smiled and took half a step back. "If there is nothing else, I will leave first with Teacher Chen."

"...Teacher Chen?" "My surname is Chen." The old man standing not far away smiled. She looked at her watch and said, "We don't have time today, let's talk some other time."

"Let's talk some other time." Hesta responded with a nod and waved to the two of them to say goodbye.

Kseniya helped Teacher Chen go away. During this period, she couldn't help but look back. Hesta was still standing there, staring at them blankly.

"Goodbye!" she said again.

"Goodbye." Hesta lowered her head and walked out awkwardly.

……

After leaving the tea break corridor, Hestad did not continue walking.She sat down on a step near the wall, alone in a daze, as if she could only digest what had just happened in the air.

She kept banging her head against the wall, her movements gentle and regular.

The reaction just now seemed a bit excessive...so much so that when she thought about it now, she still felt a little embarrassed.

"The reason why a mercury needle like you can survive so many battles is simply because none of the chelates you have encountered know your true identity."

Hesta recalled Anna's words again - ever since she set foot on the land of District [-], those words Anna had said have been echoing in her ears.

"Because you are like a sieve, Hesta. You are full of flaws, too many to count."

"Jane Hester?"

A voice came from nearby, and Hesta raised her head - she didn't recognize the person.

"Go to the principal's office," the person said in Common Tongue. "The principal is looking for you."

"Principal?" Hesta frowned slightly, "I don't know the principal...what does the principal want from me?"

"I don't know. She asked me to come over and see if the tall red-haired guy is still there. If he is, she will call you up."

Hesta stood up inexplicably. She patted the hem of her clothes and asked, "Where is the principal?"

"It's in the principal's office, on the ninth floor. You can see it when you turn right after getting out of the elevator."

"……it is good."

After the man left, Hesta came to the elevator alone and waited. She turned towards the elevator door and straightened her collar that had just been tangled up.

After entering the elevator, Hesta followed the previous classmate's instructions and pressed the button for the ninth floor, arriving at the destination in a short while.

However, the moment the door opened, Hesta was stunned again.

A bust of Ava hangs directly opposite the elevator door - it is a pen and ink drawing with very strong strokes.

On the screen, Ava's eagle-like eyes were looking directly at every visitor who came in and out of here. When Hesta met such eyes again, she only felt a warmth in her chest, and her eyes felt a little warm again.

Hesta slowly stepped out of the car. She really didn't expect to see Ava's portrait here.After looking around for a week, she discovered that there was a bearded old man wearing a monocle hanging on the other side of the corridor. She glanced at it and turned her gaze back to this kind elder.

Below the bust, there is a line of text for District [-] enclosed in quotation marks.Although Hesta couldn't understand the content, she could probably guess that it was a famous saying that Ava had said.

The bust is mounted in a copper frame, and a glass plate presses the painting paper very flat. Both the frame and the glass are clean and dust-free at the moment. Someone must have taken care of it regularly.