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Chapter 1418 No.37 Spring is still a bit cold
“The human heart is a very delicate thing. You can carve it slowly and carefully, but you can’t expect to shape it in one go.”

"For this reason, we can never expect a person's synchronization with a monster card to drop significantly."

“But it can be greatly improved?”

Aili Suzuko asked, looking at the Manchester teahouse where they were sitting stiffly.

“But it can be greatly improved.”

Omer Linton answered, looking at the anxious little girl as well, but his tone was still as calm and steady as his previous explanation.

"Isn't this a contradiction?"

“In the absence of other variables, this statement is indeed self-contradictory, but this is the difference between reality and the ideal model.”

He tapped lightly on his knee the book "Looking Back at the World in the Past", which was an educational book on how to get along with children, designed to make all adults who grew up from children remember themselves in the past.

This purpose is somewhat subtle when applied to the demon. After all, Omer Linton's own childhood is not universal.

But it doesn't mean that a unique experience has no reference value. At least on the current topic, Omar doesn't feel there is anything wrong with it.

"Remember what I just said, that we need to carefully carve out people's hearts?"

“Your present is shaped by your past. The accumulation of everything shapes who you are now, just like the process of being carved.”

"At this time, everyone would think that everything should have taken shape naturally, but in fact... the will that shaped you during those ten years was not unique, nor was it limited to the individual. They naturally intersected in you, and it was precisely the contradictions in them that caused your hesitation in certain concepts."

“Every hesitation comes from the tug-of-war between multiple beliefs. The results of all these tug-of-war together make up who you are now, without a doubt, you.”

Looking at Speedy and glancing at the tea table, Omar said in a lighter tone: "But at the same time, it does not mean that... those lost beliefs will be extinguished."

As he spoke, a card emerged from his raised palm.

The moment it appeared, the tea seat, which had been hanging its head, also raised its head.

The pale golden eyes chased the card, which was probably a subconscious behavior, because two seconds later, there was a look of astonishment after waking up in those eyes, as if they were surprised by this strange feeling.

"They still exist." He clenched his palms, and Gatanjea's card disappeared from them, and Omar's gaze also turned away from the reaction of the tea table.

"Especially those parts that made you hesitate, but ultimately chose the other side."

He looked at Tachyon, who had just withdrawn his gaze from the tea table: "Their existence itself is the result of their influence on you."

"The more they make you hesitate, the more it shows how deeply they have lurked in your bones. They are just waiting for the right opportunity to turn defeat into victory and turn you into a completely different person from usual."

"Is the monster card an opportunity? Or is it you, Guinea Pig?"

At this point, Suozi no longer felt the need to beat around the bush, so he asked a very direct and sharp question.

Although this matter has nothing to do with her interests, it is better to say that such a radical move as the teahouse can become a positive variable, allowing the originally rigid and rigid situation to turn around - that is, an impact on Guinea Pig's thinking.

At the same time, it could also be spread among the "players" as news, just like the initial incident with Akane Shinjo and Beatrix at the banquet, creating an urgent atmosphere where everyone is in danger and has to take action.

In this atmosphere, no matter they are students or office workers, minors or adults, they all expose one by one the fact that they are extremely lacking in emotional experience, and it is common for them to make stupid moves. Although Suzuko herself is also a person with no emotional experience, at least, in this arena which she regards as an alternative experiment, she has her usual patience as a researcher.

Although patience does not guarantee success, it does allow her to see many jokes and give her the qualifications to point fingers at them.

Especially when some of the big shots who used to be high and mighty were pointed fingers at and criticized, Suzi was really looking forward to seeing such a scene happen again.

But...the above fantasies based on the current situation have nothing to do with her discomfort with the current appearance of Manchester City Tea House.

Why are you so nervous? Where have you gone?

Half an hour ago, you were talking to me so calmly, as if you had made all preparations. But now that Guinea Pig has arrived, you are so at a loss. It turns out that it was all an illusion after you gave up everything?
It shouldn't and shouldn't be like this.

The guy who had been watching him for two years shouldn't be so naive and stupid. The guy who he had regarded as an opponent for several months and who had made him alert countless times shouldn't be so ugly and fragile.

You should be as silent and calm as usual, and still be able to threaten even if you are wrong. Did that woman completely break your will?

Just in a dream?
Just based on that bombshell-like description of the move? Or do you just not want your trainer to see you like that?

She actually knew the answer.

But suddenly, she was reminded of the immaturity that she had laughed at in others in the past.

Looking at the Manchester City Tea House, with which they had spent countless days and nights together, and with which they were extremely close and familiar even if one party did not quite admit to being a friend, reacting in that way at this moment, Alice felt a kind of discomfort, a kind of uneasiness that came from the unknown of human hearts and from certain changes.

Is it like or is it the so-called love?
It can bring such a huge change to a person and make that person lose his or her most prominent charm.

If that is not love, then what kind of emotion is it?
What is Guinea Pig cultivating? Is it possible for my future self to experience such a change?
The various questions that lingered in her mind along with the discomfort were quickly turning into a kind of worry that she was unwilling to admit, becoming the main driving force behind her straightforward speech at this moment.

At the same time, Omar, who was sitting opposite her, was silent for a moment after receiving the sudden accusation, and then he sighed.

"Indeed, although I would like to list the countless factors in life that promote the development of ideas, it is not necessary to start from the simplest to the most complex now that things have come to this point."

"…Trainer?"

Hearing the subtext of these words, the tea host's face was full of astonishment.

"Don't worry, I won't deny your pursuit." His tone was gentle, with a little more warmth than before, causing Suzi, who was crossing his arms across from him, to frown slightly.

"I admit that I was the catalyst for all this, and I am also responsible for some of the mistakes," he said.

Even Ling, who went to tease the guests, should have a seat at the blame-sharing meeting, but at this moment, here, she was obviously not suitable to be mentioned.

So Omer just continued:

"But I don't hate the desire of the teahouse, whether as Omer Linton or as Omer trainer."

"..."

Silently, a light flashed in the teahouse's eyes.

"Huh?" Even though Suzi thought to himself that it was true, he couldn't help but look disgusted.

"Don't be so anxious. I want to ask you, Hayabusa-san. You should be happy to accept all this. Why do you resist this conclusion? And why do you keep asking these unnecessary questions?"

"Don't say you're just pretending, and don't give any answers that will make the guests relax."

"Your mentality changed. When? Was it this morning? Because of what? Me? The teahouse? The order?"

"Or is it because of you?"

(End of this chapter)