Chapter 45 Chapter 45 As long as you are unhappy, I will be happy

After all, since her guardian has no blood relationship with her, she should be able to infer that she probably has no blood relatives in the world.

Of course, this was just Olga's guess. Amuro Toru didn't comment on it. He simply pursed his lips and fell silent.

He guessed Olga also wanted to ask why the organization valued her so much, even though she was just a child with amnesia.

But she didn't ask after all, and Toru Amuro was glad she didn't ask. Because the truth was even more cruel than her current situation of being "without any relatives".

Arthas of the organization is important—of course she is important—she is the most successful experiment in existence.

*

Another week passed, and Olga still hadn't recovered her memory.

Toru Amuro has been very busy recently. The organization has assigned him more tasks in Japan, which means he often needs to fly back and forth between Japan and America.

Rum had suggested that, given Bourbon's current abilities and status, he no longer needed to serve as Arthas's guardian. However, this rare and thoughtful suggestion from Rum was rejected by Amuro Toru.

"I do not feel busy. I wish to continue to serve as Alsace's guardian. I believe that I am the most suitable person for this task."

This is what Amuro Toru said at the time. Olga had lost her memory and he couldn't leave at this time.

Rum thought for a few seconds, perhaps convinced by Amuro Toru. Then, his slightly gloomy, yet satisfying voice came from the other end of the line: "Then, I'm looking forward to Alsace and Bourbon."

At the beginning of January, the new semester began. Olga was forced to take a six-month leave of absence, but she still had to continue her studies. So, she came to New York accompanied by Toru Amuro.

As soon as they got off the plane, Olga, perhaps feeling something, grabbed Toru Amuro's sleeve and followed him, muttering softly, "I hate this place."

Amuro Toru rubbed her head soothingly: "You said that before."

"It seems that even if you lose your memory, some things will never change." Olga continued casually.

Olga only said it casually, but Amuro Toru truly understood it. Yes, even with amnesia, Olga was still Olga, every move and every expression was Olga.

After sending Olga to the school gate, Toru Amuro handed her the case containing the Guarneri violin and watched her walk into the school.

*

Olga's grades were terrible - Toru Amuro didn't realize this until midterm.

Fortunately, considering Olga's age, the professors are willing to communicate more with her guardian via email.

Perhaps he was really too busy, or perhaps Olga had always left him with the impression that he didn't need to worry about her studies. Therefore, it was not until half a semester had passed that Amuro Toru realized that there was a problem with Olga's studies.

"Why don't you do your homework?" At that time, Toru Amuro was frowning at the laptop on the table.

The school's canvas interface was clearly visible on the computer screen, faithfully recording every assignment submitted and grade of Olga's.

"I forgot," Olga said listlessly, lying on the sofa beside her, hugging her pillow. She yawned, not feeling very energetic. "By the time I remembered, the homework was already due."

Olga's attitude is enough to make any parent angry.

Amuro Toru took a deep breath, pinched his brows, and tried to control his tone: "I told you to do it in a planned way - Olya, are you listening?"

Olga rolled over on the sofa and covered her face with the pillow, like an ostrich escaping from reality.

"Olia?"

“…”

"Olga!"

As Amuro Toru's tone became increasingly harsh, Olga finally sat up from the sofa and said, "I can't. I can't write at all, okay?"

Amuro Toru was stunned for a moment. He rarely spoke so loudly to Olga about academic matters, and Olga was naturally the same.

"If you can't write, why don't you tell me?"

Olga laughed sarcastically. "Do you want me to tell you that I've become illiterate since I hit my head on a rock in the sea? Come on, that's lame!"

Amuro Toru fell silent, unable to utter a word. Olga... this was all his fault.

After a long moment, he sighed silently, and tried to keep his tone gentle: "But, leaving it like this and not writing it is absolutely not an option."

Olga sat cross-legged on the sofa with her arms folded, looking at Amuro Toru sideways without saying a word.

"I'll help you, Olya. I'll help you. So don't give up."

Toru Amuro closed his laptop and dragged his chair next to the sofa, as if he was preparing to have a long talk with Olga.

Olga, like every rebellious teenager, rolled her eyes and wished she could plug her ears with cotton.

"What about the violin?" Amuro Toru's attitude was very good, not like a parent who saw his child on the verge of failing a course. "The professor of the performance class said that you don't practice the violin." He was unwilling to practice the violin even during class.

As soon as these words came out, Olga's originally impatient eyes suddenly became sharp. Amuro Toru would not miss the fierce look that flashed across her eyes.

"Olia—"

But soon, that sharp look disappeared from Olga's eyes, and she returned to her sleepy look, leaning against the back of the sofa with her arms around the pillow.

"I don't want to practice."

"Olia." Even though Amuro Toru had a good temper when facing Olga, he couldn't help but frown at her lack of cooperation. "What's the reason?"

"If I don't want to practice, then I don't want to practice," Olga said, completely undeterred by Toru Amuro's serious expression. "I don't want to learn the violin anymore. I want to change my major, composition, conducting, vocal music...anything is fine. Anyway, I don't want to learn the violin anymore."

"Olga." Amuro Toru frowned, "If your reasons are reasonable enough, I will definitely not object. But if it's just willfulness——"

Olga reached out and held Amuro Toru's wrist.

Her hands are cold.

Amuro Toru looked down. Olga's left hand was long and slender, with fair skin, a hand that only someone who had practiced piano for many years could have.

She grasped his wrist, gently, with almost no effort.

Amuro Toru looked at her with some confusion.

"That's the reason."

Olga twitched the corners of her mouth, but her expression didn't look like she was smiling at all.

"That's the reason," she repeated softly, "and this is... my greatest strength."

For a moment, Amuro Toru's expression froze, even his breathing stopped. His heart felt like it was filled with lead, sinking deeper and deeper. His brain completely lost its ability to think. His lips opened and closed for a long moment, but no sound came out.

Olga didn't say what happened to her hand. But even if she didn't say it, Amuro Toru guessed it. It was his fault. If it weren't for him, Olga wouldn't have fallen into the sea, wouldn't have been injured, wouldn't have...

She loved the violin so much, loved music so much... but now, she couldn't play it anymore. Her fingertips couldn't even press the strings firmly.

"Olia..."

*

Now the person who was stunned became Olga.

Amuro Toru hugged her and buried his forehead in her neck. She could feel that Amuro Toru was trembling slightly.

He probably didn't cry, but he was sad enough.

Olga stood there like a piece of wood, allowing Amuro Toru to hug her.

Yes, she had realized it a long time ago. Even after losing her memory, it was easy to realize that Toru Amuro felt very guilty and sorry for her.

Why?

Olga didn't want to think about this problem. It was enough to know that Amuro Toru cared about her and felt guilty.

She actually didn't care that much about her left hand, and she didn't have any particular thoughts about not being able to play the violin anymore. It was just that when she saw Toru Amuro sad because of her, she felt a twisted pleasure.

The lonely expression was fake, and the sad tone was also fake, because she knew that Amuro Toru would be sad about this.

Olga felt excited when she saw people who cared about her suffering. For this rare excitement, she would even deliberately create conditions to make people who cared about her suffer.

But……

When Amuro Toru truly felt sad for her, she felt a different emotion in her heart. She was sure it wasn't excitement.

Olga couldn't understand this inexplicable emotion, so she decided to ignore it completely. She simply raised her hand and gently patted Amuro Toru's back.

That's enough for today. There's no need to dwell on guilt.

*

Olga's major change procedures were completed quickly, and she transferred to the school's vocal/opera major.

She finally agreed to practice in her performance class, but she still did some of the written assignments in a perfunctory manner.

Toru Amuro naturally took over the tutoring task, even giving Olga the illusion that it was Toru Amuro who was attending college, not her.

Every time Olga was writing a paper, Amuro Toru would sit beside her and tutor her. Although he was tutoring her, in the end, it was Toru who was actually doing the writing, while Olga would either daydream or fall asleep.

Olga wouldn't go so far as to let Toru Amuro do his homework while she played games, but she certainly didn't study seriously either.

Amuro Toru was very busy, always with a mountain of tasks to complete, and even on weekdays he rarely had the time to talk to Olga. But with his help, Olga got an A on every assignment. He meticulously prepared Olga's three meals a day and took her to school on time every day...

Sometimes Olga is very curious, does Toru Amuro really not feel tired?

Obviously not.

Even though he only slept two hours a day, Toru Amuro was still obviously more energetic than Olga who had slept ten hours, which made Olga a little jealous sometimes.

*

Amuro Toru made an appointment for Olga to see a doctor, but before the checkup date came, Rum arrived first.

Rum has come to New York.

This was the first time Toru Amuro met Rum. Before this, he and Rum had always been in contact through the phone.

Rum didn't appear to be disguising himself—he was a bald man in his fifties, with typical Japanese features, a broad jaw, a stocky build, and no left eye.