The divinity that swirled atop Reneeâs palm scattered as she sighed in regret.
Renee apologized to Theresa as she felt ashamed for her lack of concentration.
âI apologize, Iâm not doing very well todayâŠâ
âThereâs nothing to apologize for. No one will blame you for your failure today, so take it easy.â
Theresa smiled and consoled the young girlâs heart as she examined her complexion.
To be precise, she was examining the emotions oozing out of Renee.
An immensely dark shade of pink.
âAs the days go byâŠâ
It was getting even darker. Her feelings at first, which only seemed fresh, were now gradually becoming something more.
Throughout her life, Theresa couldnât help but peek at other peopleâs emotions. So, she could guess to some extent why this phenomenon was happening.
â⊠Sheâs turning a blind eye to it.â
She denies her own feelings. No, it would be correct to say that she doesnât even realize.
She didnât know Renee completely. However, Renee, whom sheâd seen for these past two weeks, was a slightly clumsy yet strong girl. So, from her perspective, the fact that Renee was in denial seemed absurd.
Theresaâs eyes narrowed.
Theresa usually preferred to stand aside and observe from the sidelines, thinking it was not right to interfere in the relationship of others. Still, it was difficult for her to see a person she cherished so much struggle like that.
âHmmâŠâ
She was facing a dilemma.
She wanted to help. However, when the opportunity presented itself, how would she bring it up?
It wasnât the right thing to directly tell her about her feelings. Rather, the owner of those emotions should come up with the definition on their own.
What she needed to do as an elder was make sure Renee felt a bit more comfortable.
â⊠Itâs fine.â
But at least she could give her a nudge in the right direction.
Having organized her thoughts with the idea that appeared in her mind, Theresa spoke out to Renee with a smile.
âSaint.â
âAh, yes.â
âAre you worried about something?â
Renee fiddled with her fingers upon hearing that question.
âWellâŠâ
Worried. Of course she was worried. Her head was in a mess all day because of that worry, which over time seemed to become even more complicated.
Should I say it? Is it alright to tell her? Itâs just a meaningless personal issue. Is it fine to voice it out?
Renee hesitated. She was hesitating because she always thought that she had to deal with this situation on her own.
Of course, her hesitation might have been frustrating for the other person.
Fortunately, however, Theresa wasnât so impatient as to urge Renee to hurry.
It was a reaction she was quite familiar with.
The power she possessed, the years she had lived, and her experience as the professor of the Academy, Theresa knew well how erratic children at that age were.
Theresa clasped Reneeâs hand and spoke as if she was comforting her.
âThere is no such thing as an elderâs hunch. However, whenever I look at the Saint, she always seems to be troubled about something, so I hope you let this old lady be of some help.â
Renee flinched at her words. Her fingers quivered as she continued to ponder. âBite,â she lightly bit her lips and said.
âWell, is it alright for me to get a little help?â
âAs much as youâd like.â
She gave her permission.
Renee nodded and tried to spit it out, but suddenly found that her words seemed to be stuck in her throat.
How can I explain it? An inevitable reaction suddenly emerged because of that thought.
Once again, hesitation followed suit.
What is my state now? How should I explain it and ask for advice?
Thinking about it, her head felt like a jumbled-up mess.
No matter how hard she pondered, she couldnât choose the right words.
As Reneeâs lips twitched and her brows furrowed, Theresa snickered at the thought, âYouth.â She then finally opened her mouth.
âWell⊠Can I take a guess?â
âHuh? Ah, sure!â
âDonât you feel your chest suddenly tighten? Even when youâre in a daze or doing other things, when you eat or when youâre in bed, your chest tightens for no reason.â
âYes! Thatâs right!â
Rattle. Reneeâs shoulders shook.
How could she guess my condition so accurately, even though I never told anyone about it before?
Theresa continued speaking as an astonished expression lingered on Reneeâs face.
âSometimes you feel like your whole body is being devoured by a fireball. Sometimes you keep replaying the same scene in your mind over and over again, and sometimes your head gets filled with wild imaginations.â
âThatâs right! Thatâs it! These days, I keep getting frustrated because of thatâŠâ
Renee smiled and nodded wildly at her accurate assessment.
What an enthusiastic response. As Theresa burst into a grin, Renee now feeling âfreeâ used that momentum to ask another question.
âHow did you know that at first glance? I didnât even sayâŠâ
âItâs years of experience. Not to mention, I regularly teach children around your age as well.â
âAhâŠâ
Renee nodded when she remembered that Theresaâs place of dispatch was now Tellon Academy.
âItâs common for children to daydream. There are still many immature and odd feelings from not knowing yourself well. Often the emotions that come to mind are unfamiliar at that age, so I fully understand what the Saint feels.â
âAah, Iâm embarrassed by thatâŠâ
Renee bowed her head awkwardly.
The next moment, she shook her head and sighed, then kept talking.
âItâs getting worse these days. Is there something wrong with my body? Is it because the place where I live has changed? Even when I seek medical treatment from priests, nothing comes up.â
As Renee became more comfortable, she poured out her complaints.
Thinking that Theresa might know how to resolve her unstable state, Renee poured out her worries without any shame.
Theresa nodded as she listened to Reneeâs grumblings, and then answered with a broad smile.
âWell, some of my students also suffer from such symptoms.â
âIs that so?â
âMost of the time, yes. And some of them even come to me for consultation.â
Upon hearing Theresaâs remark, she asked another question as her throat became parched.
âSo, why am I like this?â
Whatâs wrong with my current physical condition? When she asked that, Theresa responded with a slightly mischievous tone.
âI think thatâs something the Saint needs to find out by herself.â
âPardon?â
âIsnât it about your feelings? Even if I do tell you what it is, it might be the right answer for the Saint. So Iâm trying to be a little cautious.â
Reneeâs expression turned slightly bumpy when she abruptly avoided answering after the long conversation.
Theresa grinned, and she then continued.
âI will give you a hint. Isnât there something that comes to mind when you feel that way?â
âSomething that comes to mind?â
âIt doesnât matter what it is, it could be an object, a place, or evenâŠâ
Her words became obscure at the end.
Theresa, who saw that Reneeâs body leaned forward little by little in anticipation, finally finished speaking with a smile.
ââŠA person.â
Rattle. Reneeâs whole body suddenly shook.
Her face began to fill with embarrassment and shame.
Something immediately came to mind. A certain someone.
âThereâs a saying out there. In order to find the cause of a problem, one must first find a common denominator of the problem. So, based on my judgment, I think that âsomethingâ that came to Saintâs mind right now is the cause of your discomfort.â
Vera.
Renee silently listened in and immediately recalled a name with four letters.
Badump. Badump. Her heart began to beat wildly.
That reaction, which had been bothering her all this time, had begun once again.
Itâs just a name, but as soon as it was brought up.
Her face turned redder than ever before. Her body continued to tremble so severely that she could hardly stay still.
Renee felt incredibly embarrassed at her subsequent actions and soon began to clench her fists and stutter.
âWell, that⊠itâsâŠâ
She couldnât finish her sentence.
Renee didnât have the courage to say, âI feel sick when I think of Vera.â
Theresa kept as she felt immensely delighted upon seeing Reneeâs hesitation.
âThe next thing you have to find out is⊠right after identifying the cause⊠why does it make you feel strange? Thatâs what you have to worry about.â
âWhyâŠ?â
âThe students Iâve seen blurted out so many reasons. Some said it was curiosity, someone once said it was a feeling of longing, and others said it was unpleasant.â
Upon hearing her following words, Reneeâs mouth shut tight. Theresa did that so Renee would think âwhy.â
âBut something is surprising.â
âWhatâs surprising?â
âThe answer to those who talk about such troubles eventually take a similar form.â
âWhatâs the answer?â
It was a question she blurted out as her anticipation reached its peak.
As Renee asked with an uneasy look, Theresa continued speaking with a smile.
âI wonât tell you the answer. The idea is that one must tread through this path on their own and discover the answer by themselves.â
âJust like that!â
From Reneeâs perspective it was cowardly.
Theresa pretended to have a solution to her troubles, but in the end, she only fanned the flames of her curiosity.
Renee, whose complexion became even grumpier, soon muttered out.
âThen, at least a hintâŠâ
It was especially inconvenient that she couldnât see ahead at that moment.
She didnât even have a clue what Theresaâs face was like now. Instead, judging from the tone she was hearing, there seemed to be meaning behind her words.
It was the kind of moment when youâre so nervous that you canât help but feel overwhelmed.
Shortly after, Theresa went on.
âHmm⊠Well then, why not? Iâll give you a riddle.â
âA riddle?â
âThatâs right. Itâs unlikely that the answer to this riddle would suffice, but from my judgment, the answer is probably similar to what the Saint seeks.â
Theresa took a short breather and then resumed.
âItâs the most straightforward emotion in the world. For myriads of people, itâs an emotion that reminds them of myriads of things. It is an emotion that turns the worldâs bravest men into cowards and an emotion that makes the worldâs most disloyal person into a devoted servant.â
Renee tilted her head.
âAnd there are many different kinds of people who that emotion is directed towards. Sometimes a friend, sometimes an enemy, and sometimes the emotion that comes to mind when you see someone for the first time. Itâs a feeling that rarely distinguishes between other people or situations and easily blends in with other emotions. Thatâs why, itâs easy to be mistaken.â
Theresa grinned as she saw Reneeâs puzzled expression.
âItâs an emotion of great pride while being sublime. Itâs an emotion that is born without a reason, but itâs also an emotion that constantly forces one to seek the reason behind its birth.â
Theresa said so and then asked a question in a tone filled with laughter.
âAlright, thatâs the riddle. Well, the next lesson will be in three days, so can I expect to hear an answer by then?â
âOh, Iâll try!â
Renee nodded in astonishment as she listened to her in a daze, but soon she regretted it.
She uttered âAhâŠâ inwardly.
I didnât understand a single thing.
She answered confidently, but she wasnât confident at all.