Today, Tasia temporarily borrowed the empty classroom of a teacher with whom she had a good relationship.
Presumably when facing Tasia, the undoubted top student, the teacher would only think that she was temporarily borrowing it in order to better learn magic knowledge.
Arriving at the classroom door, Wayne knocked lightly.
"Please come in." Tasia's voice came from inside.
Wayne subconsciously took a deep breath before resolutely pushing the door open and entering.
The classroom is brightly lit, and the room temperature is obviously slightly higher than outside. There were some clutter piled in the corner that hadn't been cleaned up for a long time, but fortunately the ground was still clean.
Near the window, Tasia was spreading a clean cloth blanket on a couch.
"I'm sorry, I just cleaned up... Those debris are other people's things, so you can't touch them without permission. The combing can only be done here." She explained apologetically.
"It's okay. If I had known earlier, I should have left earlier and come over to clean up with you."
Wayne closed the door and walked in, looking at the blanket she had laid out.
"What's next?"
Regarding Tasia's desire to find the dark magic power in her body, Wayne only speculated. He really didn't know how Tasia was going to deal with it.
Shouldn't he sell himself to the church and let the church people rush in and torture him away?
Although he knew it was impossible, Wayne couldn't help but think about it.
"Ven, you just need to relax and lie down on the sofa and have a good sleep." Tasia's simple request dispelled his doubts.
"……that's all?"
He always felt that things would not be so easy.
"Yes." Tasia seemed to suddenly remember something, and added: "Oh, by the way. If you dream about something later, try to remember the content of the dream, and then recount it to me when you wake up... Maybe it can help me better judge your situation."
"……oh."
Wayne complied with her request exactly and lay down on the sunny sofa, with his hands naturally folded and placed on his stomach.
On the other side of the long sofa, Tasia knelt beside him and held one of his wrists.
"Close your eyes," she whispered.
Wayne closed his eyelids as instructed.
Gradually, a very warm feeling slowly extended along the arms, climbed up to the shoulders, and then slowly spread to the whole body.
"Forget where you are now, forget what you are doing now..."
It sounded like Tasia's voice, but also seemed like another person's voice.
"Forget your current identity, forget your inner desires..."
Wayne's body suddenly shuddered and he opened his eyes suddenly.
Tasia was startled by his sudden reaction, her eyes filled with confusion.
"What's wrong?" she asked, "Do you feel uncomfortable somewhere?"
Thump...thump...
Wayne felt that his heartbeat was abnormal, and his whole body was tense and unable to relax.
It's like... facing extremely strong hostility.
Only then did he realize that he had grasped Tasia's wrist tightly with his backhand at some point.
After discovering this, he immediately let go of Tasia and sat up a little anxiously: "Wait, something is not right, let me adjust it first."
Under Tasia's worried eyes, Wayne tried hard to regulate his rapid breathing.
It's not that he has never been treated by Tasia using light magic. In fact, at the beginning, he felt the same as before.
However, when Tasia said that she wanted to forget those distracting thoughts, it seemed to have stabbed him in a weak point, causing him to break away from the comfortable and warm state in an instant, and he could no longer continue.
Wayne stood up and walked around the classroom uneasily.
After finally waiting for his abnormal state to calm down a little, he returned to sit down in front of Tasia with some fatigue.
"It doesn't seem to work," he said. "At that moment, I felt like I could be attacked by the outside world anytime, anywhere, and there was no way I could calm down."
After hearing his description, Tasia pondered for a while.
"Hmm... It's possible that you are too vigilant, Wayne."
She used the magic of light again, and a small group of bright light revealed a different kind of warmth.
The light magic touched the skin on Wayne's hand, and then seeped into his body bit by bit.
--Nothing happened.
"How are you feeling now?" Tasia asked him.
"It's warm and relaxing...but not enough to make me want to sleep." He honestly stated his feelings.
Tasia retracted her hand.
"Wein, your situation is a bit special...it seems that you can't find the problem using ordinary methods." She was also a little helpless.
"So, did Wayne have any unusual dreams in his past memories?"
"Why do I have to see the problems in my body through dreams?" Wayne asked with a puzzled frown.
He didn't like the feeling of losing control.
Always felt……
Once you forget who you are, you will really never remember it again.
Tasia patted the clothes that were not stained with dust, then stood up and sat on the other side of the sofa.
"Because, a person's 'self' that appears to the outside world and his unconscious 'self' deep inside are very likely to be two completely different states."
"Just because everything looks normal on the outside doesn't mean that he is physically and mentally healthy."
Her eloquent voice seemed to have a strange power to calm people's hearts.
"Everyone will encounter various concerns in life. Due to external constraints, they are unable to express their truest demands, so they have to show another appearance that goes against their true intentions... Over time, they will become accustomed to being In a restrained manner, one naturally regards it as normal life and suppresses the truest feelings deep inside.”
"Some problems that have been noticed in the subconscious, or even can no longer be tolerated, cannot be conveyed to you through normal channels, so they have to be reminded in the form of dreams." Tasia explained. "So this is why the church encourages believers to pray to God every day and talk to God about all their troubles, because this is actually a kind of relief."
When Wayne heard the word "church", his whole body felt uncomfortable.
It is difficult for him to pin his destiny on illusory gods, even if he has really traveled through time now.
Perhaps seeing that Wayne was not a devout believer, Tasia changed the subject.
"Ven, do you still remember the special scenes you dreamed about before?" she said, "No matter how absurd the dream is, you can talk to me about it."
