Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 769 - 678: Lanci and Talia’s Bet_3

Anyway, now in Count Bathist’s mansion, it’s quite safe. It seems I won’t be found by enemies, and if life could just go on like this, it would be pretty good.

"Who knows, destiny is always fickle. When you want to find something back, you might not be able to find it at all; and when you start fearing finding it, it might just come one after another."

Lanci flipped through the translated version of the Genesis Record; he had just read the last chapter titled The Chapter of Fate and Reincarnation, he recited.

"Would I be afraid?"

Enon laughed subconsciously as if he had heard a joke.

"First, you have to understand one thing, being afraid isn’t always a bad thing, just like the sense of pain I talked about with you last time. It can be painful, but it’s very important."

Upon hearing this, Lanci formally closed the translation he had finished and said to the red-haired girl opposite him.

"Let me ask you, what do you think is the most important emotion?"

He gently raised his forefinger, pointing to the colorful flowers in the courtyard outside the French window, as if those flowers corresponded with every emotion.

"Joy?"

Enon asked.

"The answer to this question varies with each individual, anything you say is correct."

Lanci clasped his hands together on his lap and nodded gravely.

"But the more swiftly you answer, the more likely you are to overlook a problem, which is that every emotion is important."

"Why do you say that?"

Enon had lost her memory but not her basic knowledge—how to eat, walk, and count were still within her grasp.

Similarly, she felt that she’d never heard this sort of thing Lanci was now talking about.

"When you crudely divide emotions into positive and negative emotions, or more simply call them good or bad emotions, you tend to ignore a lot of significance due to an instinctual drive to seek benefit and avoid harm."

In the mansion, Enon still kept some distance from the others but trusted these two the most; she even gradually began to allow them to stay closer.

"Miss Christina, I feel it’s quite obvious that she’s more dangerous than I am. Why do you like her so much, yet still resist me?"

Lanci asked Christina, puzzled.

"Your familiarity is frightening. It feels like wherever you’re thrown, you can quickly blend in with the people around you."

Christina slightly leaned back, guarding herself as she sized up Lanci,

"But Enon feels like that injured wolf you pick up... now she’s reverted to a cub state, could this be an opportunity to tame her?"

Christina said with some uncertainty.

"So you prefer to develop relations, not just have them fall from the sky."

Lanci shook his head dejectedly, as if no one liked him.

"Tch, you don’t see how dependent my family members have become on you."

Christina looked at the butler feigning weakness, smacked her lips,

"By the way, if she recovers her memory, will she suddenly not recognize me anymore?"

Christina then asked.

She was a bit afraid that all she was doing now would be for nothing, that one day Enon would suddenly treat her as a stranger again and vanish from her sight, which would make her very sad.

"No matter what kind of past she remembers, the memories of her time with you will forever stay in her mind. While this might be a ’contamination’ to her originally fierce temperament, happiness and joy cannot be faked, and she will have acquired a taste for them."

Lanci explained with a smile, went to the door, and bowed slightly to her.

Over this period, he had realized that Miss Christina seemed genuinely to have very few true friends.

Most people treated her like the villainous daughter similar to Mr. Kyle without ever really getting to know her.

And Enon was like a blank slate, opening her eyes to seeing Christina, trusting Christina, and depending on Christina.