"The initial intention of sending Kefla to deliver the message was merely to test Gwen."

Viktor explained simply:

Simply put, he hoped to awaken Gwen's pent-up emotions through some provocative actions.

Gwen spent her childhood in a harsh and serious environment, with no elder willing to tolerate her.

Even her father couldn't bear to look at her directly.

The only close relative she had was Kefla.

Therefore, Gwen completely severed all human emotions after Kefla's death in the game.

At first glance, Kevlar seems to be Gwen's key to the soul.

Only when this key is still alive can Gwen unlock the coldness within her heart.

Similarly, once Kevlar is also dead...

Gwen would become a heartless machine of justice, executing absolute fairness and justice.

However, when Victor entered Gwen's emotional life, her stable state began to become unstable.

Her act of protecting Victor from lying directly led to Gwen losing her sense of justice.

In short, Viktor's probing of Gwen was very simple.

"Whether she values ​​me or not is the key point."

Just as Gwen values ​​Kevlar, she maintains a good condition even though Kevlar only visits her once in a long while.

Because Gwen still had someone to care about at that time.

That is, Kevlar.

Similarly, if Gwen values ​​Viktor, she will inevitably experience unnecessary fluctuations due to Viktor's actions.

Simply put,

Gwen panicked.

When Gwen realized that Victor might actually do something to betray her, she experienced a very strong emotional upheaval.

This even led her to ask Viktor:

Have you done anything else to wrong me?

but……

“I can sense that Gwen’s sense of justice has returned somewhat.”

Viktor gazed at the fleeting shadows of the treetops on either side and took a deep breath.

This is the first time Gwen has shown any other emotions after entering this state.

It's funny, though, that the sense of justice he used to care about and even guard against all the time has returned in such a dramatic way.

Viktor sighed, his gaze fixed on the moon piercing through the clouds in the sky.

Vega stood opposite him and laughed mockingly:

“Isn’t this great, Viktor?”

"You always want everything to be perfect, but reality is never quite what you want."

No one can guarantee that everything will be perfect.

It raised its head, one wing proudly held upright, the other wing spread out, and spoke:

Life is full of choices.

"If Gwen is to be restored, then her 'sense of justice' will surely return."

"If you want Gwen to lose her 'sense of justice,' then she will definitely maintain the status quo."

As Vega spoke, he covered the bird's beak with one wing, revealing only his one deep-set eye.

In the darkness, a chaotic aura seemed to surge within his eyes.

Its voice became somewhat strange, like a mixture of sounds coming from all directions, echoing in the carriage:

So, make your choice.

"Is it a choice to achieve success or to maintain the status quo?"

"Or is it all for Gwen's sake, to make all your efforts go to waste?"

Vega's words seemed to carry a hint of seduction, as if teasing Viktor's deepest desires.

So Viktor closed his eyes, sat on the sofa, and slowly recalled the events.

...

"Professor, wake up."

Just as the alluring aura began to take over his mind, a clear voice rang in Victor's ears.

His wandering thoughts returned to his body.

Feeling a warmth in his arms, Viktor slowly opened his eyes.

The moment he fully regained consciousness, he saw Henny nestled in his arms.

They hugged each other tightly.

Although her eyes were very glazed, Victor could sense that Heni was now very clear-headed and rational.

Those alluring, pink-hued eyes were full of affection, but Henney's gaze was incredibly serious and solemn.

This bold young teaching assistant, both infatuated and perfectly clear-headed, was forcefully attracting him.

"I don't know when it started, but I started to like you, I like you so much."

Her words were full of tenderness and passion.

But unexpectedly, the next second, Heni took two steps back and broke free from Victor's warm embrace.

She could have used that almost bewitching allure to make Victor fall even deeper into her trap.

But in that crucial final second, Henney gave up.

She took a few steps back, like a graceful white deer, and stopped at the edge of the cliff.

Hene's long hair fluttered in the evening breeze, revealing a unique girlish charm.

She gently smoothed her hair and lightly touched her ear.

"But I also know that something is wrong with me."

"I'm starting to lose control of myself."

Those bright yellow eyes were deep and soft, affectionate and moving, even making one feel that spring breeze could not compare to them.

What is this so-called haven of gentle comfort in the world?

Perhaps her eyes are the most perfect illustration.

"But I've always remembered."

She spoke softly, her voice rippling slightly in the moonlight:

"You are the person I respect the most."

Hennie's eyes curved into crescents as she looked at Victor in the moonlight.

"My teacher once taught me that life is full of choices."

"But what if there really was such a thing, that would allow the person I love to also fall in love with my choice?"

Through the moonlight, Victor seemed to see a few shimmering glimmers in the corners of Henney's eyes.

"So--"

It drifts gently on the night breeze:

"I will never force you to fall in love with me."