But reality always cruelly dealt her heavy blows.
It seems like everyone is telling her that.
If you cannot become a mage, do not force yourself to join the ranks.
Just when Hene was feeling disheartened and almost ready to give up, the college unexpectedly arranged a job for her.
She was assigned to be the personal teaching assistant of a new professor who was a relative of the professor.
But he was once the youngest genius, becoming a third-tier mage at the age of twenty.
The problem is that this professor has a bad temper and reputation, and he especially likes minors.
So the college gave Henney a choice: whether or not to work for this professor.
Her teacher once taught her that life is full of choices.
But at that time, Henney had no other choice.
If she doesn't work, the college will kick her out.
Let's give it a try.
He was attracted to minors, while Hene felt she was an adult.
The other person definitely won't like her.
Moreover, it's impossible for the other person to like her; she's just an ordinary person, as ordinary as can be.
With this in mind, Hene carefully organized the books.
To make a good first impression, she even arrived at the mage tower early and personally cleaned the office.
She stood in front of the mirror, practicing her manners for greeting the new professor.
"Hello? No, no, I have to use honorifics."
"Hello? Smile, make sure you smile."
She kept reminding herself:
"Don't be nervous, take a deep breath, Hene, you can do it."
This job is not only an opportunity for her to stay in the college, but also a commitment to the future.
Therefore, she must maintain the appropriate posture.
Even if this choice might be wrong.
But once you make a choice...
We must take it wholeheartedly and seriously.
Finally, the moment of truth arrived.
As the teleportation array slowly lit up in front of her, the light revealed the figure that was about to arrive.
Henney took a deep breath, though she was still very nervous.
I stared intently at the light and saw a figure wearing a black trench coat.
Hene mustered her courage and said that sentence—
She believed she would never regret such a greeting.
"You must be Mr. Victor?"
“I…I am Hennie, your teaching assistant.”
...
Victor was absolutely certain that he was uttering the demon's true name.
He remembered the name of every single demon perfectly.
He knew that the power of uttering the demon's true name would allow him to force a deal with the demon and gain absolute control over it.
However, when he uttered the true name of the lustful demon, he did not gain control of the transaction.
Instead, they unexpectedly came into contact with Henney's memories.
From the time she became conscious until she became a teaching assistant at the magic academy.
Her life was very monotonous, and 80% of these memories were of her learning about magic.
Viktor didn't get any useful answers from these memories.
The only thing that might be useful is...
"These memories prove that from the moment I existed, I was 'Henry'."
As soon as he finished speaking, a familiar female figure appeared beside him.
As soon as he appeared, Henney's gaze fell upon him.
It seemed that as long as he was in her sight, Henne's eyes could not tolerate anything else.
A single figure was enough to fill her entire gaze.
What I want to tell you is that I only have one name.
"And I told you this name from the very beginning."
Her voice trembled slightly, perhaps because Victor called her by another name.
She didn't understand.
She was trying her best to express her love and was willing to give herself to the person she loved most.
But this overflowing love was rejected by the other party in another way.
To utter the demon's true name means that the possessor gains absolute control over the demon.
but……
"Why?"
At this moment, the voice carried a hint of heartbreak.
Her body trembled with excessive grief.
Like shattered crystals, each piece crumbled and fell to the earth, creating a chaotic echo.
And these subtle echoes caused the crystal, which was on the verge of shattering, to tremble incessantly.
This world is so vast, yet it refuses to accommodate a single, drifting crystal flower.
"Even though you don't use your real name, I'm still willing to be controlled by you..."
Hene's hands were pressed tightly against her chest, her fingertips gently intertwined and clasped together.
As she once said, even if Viktor remained silent.
All it takes is a slight glance, a brief instruction.
She would willingly do anything for him.
Because she is Henney.
"Everything Heni has is a gift from you."
This time, her voice was trembling with sobs.
It was as if the tide of sorrow had congealed into cold crystals in her throat, choking her voice and making every word accompanied by piercing pain.
Those memories were just telling Viktor.
Her lifeline was tightly tied to Viktor.
She is still Henney only because of Victor's existence.
He gave her a new life, bringing her salvation from the brink of despair.
Without Victor, she might have starved to death on the cold streets long ago.
Because she only possessed magical knowledge, but had no magical power whatsoever.
Besides, Henney had nowhere else to go.
Thus, the lustful demon named "Henni" ceased to exist.
"So please don't reject Heney."
Hennie raised her face again, her slightly furrowed brows revealing pleading, resentment, and sorrow.
Her rapid breathing seemed to tell that she was about to cry, like a lost child who didn't want to be abandoned, delicate and pitiful.
"Without you, Hene has lost all meaning."
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