"I knew it. It wasn't my imagination after all."
The voice echoed calmly, almost satisfied.
"Normally, a person manifests the greatest regret buried in their heart—something so heavy they can never truly discard it."
They had used a hero-grade relic, one provided by the Helper itself, to overwrite Lena's will.
Brainwashing her should have been simple.
Too simple.
But the results were wrong.
Something inside her heart resisted them.
Not a fleeting emotion. Not a passing attachment.
A presence.
And it was enormous.
"But… this doesn't make sense."
The observers exchanged uneasy glances.
"There's something there," one of them muttered. "Something as large as her late younger brother."
A pause.
"No," another corrected slowly. "It's even larger than that. Perhaps far larger."
That was impossible.
