The Gemini Princess wants me to confess my feelings!

Chapter 127 Psychologist

"My father thought it was a lesson to guide people back from the wrong path, but those people thought it was just idle chatter."

"Juvenile delinquents have become criminals," from petty theft to heinous crimes. The moment my father showed his face, it brought retaliation."

Kisaragi Shiori lowered her eyelashes and said wistfully, "It was from then on that he became exceptionally strict with the children. To outsiders, and to me, a child who was already grown up, his demands were even higher than before."

Kirihara Akira said, "That was a huge blow... so you and he argued a lot after that?"

"Hmm," Shiori Kisaragi said, "He still treats me like a child. Who can stand that?"

"You don't necessarily dislike him, you just can't stand being treated like this," Kirihara Akira said. "You're a very proud person."

"Hmph, you're so talkative." After a while, Shiori Kisaragi sat down next to him and said, "Actually, that's just the kind of person he is. He's arrogant, and as his daughter, I'm arrogant too. Two arrogant people are bound to have conflicts when they get together."

But you're right, how could I possibly hate my own father? He's my goal.

"So what's your opinion on what happened to him?" Kirihara Akira asked the crucial question.

"Good question," Shiori Kisaragi said. "To be honest, after this happened, I was very shaken. I even started to doubt whether my work was meaningful, and whether the world had really become a better place because of my work."

"Do you think that way now too?" Kirihara Akira asked.

Kisaragi Shiori gave a bitter smile, buried her head in her legs, and said in a muffled voice, "As time goes by, this feeling is getting stronger and stronger."

"Perhaps it was because my father sensed my wavering resolve that he was so disappointed in me."

Kirihara Akira wanted to say something, but she hadn't yet organized her thoughts.

Kisaragi Shiori suddenly looked up and said, "Akira, do you know? The longer I stay here, the more merits I accumulate, and the higher I climb, the more I understand the ins and outs of this place."

I now feel that the world is a giant political stage, where everyone has their own agenda and is doing their best to perform. It seems that no one cares about right or wrong, only about stability.

"Everyone is learning to cut the cake elegantly."

"You're right. What is the right thing to do? If we're talking about the right thing to do, then the underworld shouldn't have been allowed to grow into such a behemoth."

Kirihara Akira remained silent.

He had seen many people whose ideals were shattered, but he never wanted Shiori Kisaragi to become one of them.

Such a life will plummet, become worthless, and the rest of one's life, starting from the day one's ideals are shattered, will be filled with suffering.

Kirihara Akira made up her mind and said, "The meaning of life lies in the courage to bear its meaninglessness. If you keep searching for the meaning of life, you will never truly live."

Shiori Kisaragi blinked, smiled, and said, "Ew, what cheap chicken soup for the soul."

Kirihara Akira scratched his head.

Kisaragi Shiori said, "Okay, I'm fine now. I just had some grievances in my heart, so I vented to someone. Once I got it off my chest, I felt better."

After saying that, she patted off non-existent dust from her body and tried to stand up, but was grabbed by Kirihara Akira.

"You're not good," Kirihara Akatsuki said. "You went back today, but the doubts in your heart haven't been resolved. Until one day, these mountains, like small stones, will crush you, and once they collapse, you'll never be able to come back."

After a moment of silence, Shiori Kisaragi sat down and said, "Then I'll listen attentively to what you, my psychological counselor, have to say."

"I wouldn't say, we were just chatting," Kirihara Akira said. "When you were working, didn't you ever save a life or improve anyone's situation?"

"I understand what you mean," Shiori Kisaragi said. "You mean to say that I have indeed saved people, and I have indeed felt joy because of the continuation of their lives. If it weren't for them, I wouldn't have been able to hold on until now. I feel sorrow because of them, and I feel joy because of them. I understand."

Kirihara Akira paused for a moment, then shook her head with a smile and said, "The kind of person that psychologists fear most is someone like you, who analyzes themselves more clearly than outsiders, and knows why they are sad and why they are happy."

"Can I leave now?" Shiori Kisaragi rolled her eyes and asked.

"No, this isn't a compliment. Saying I'm afraid of you means I'm saying you're difficult to treat." Kirihara Akatsuki rolled her eyes and said, "You're being too narrow-minded."

"Why do you say that? Isn't having a long-term vision a good thing?"

"It's a good thing, but pursuing something so lofty as to be an abstract concept is not a good thing," Kirihara Akira said.

Kisaragi Shiori tilted her head, thought for a long time, and said, "What is an abstract concept?"

Akira Kirihara said, "The abstract concept is that you see from the suffering of one person that an entire era, or the entire world, may face such suffering."

"When you see someone being chased by gangsters for debt, you think that there may be thousands upon thousands of people like this. When you think about these thousands upon thousands of people whose whereabouts and identities you have no idea, you feel sad. You feel powerless and fall into pain. Most of the pain in people comes from wanting something but not getting it."

Kisaragi Shiori tried to argue, but Kirihara Akira pointed a finger at her and glared at her, saying, "During treatment, the patient is not allowed to speak."

Kisaragi Shiori looked at him, then suddenly... opened her mouth and closed it.

"Ouch!" Kirihara Akira cried out in pain, almost blurting out in her native tongue, "What are you doing?"

Kisaragi Shiori relented and said, "Revenge."

Kirihara Akira shrugged helplessly and said, "I've seen many confused people. They always have enormous concepts like 'humanity' and 'the world' on their lips. Kisaragi-sensei, don't throw your precious love into a black hole that you can't satisfy."

"Then what do you want me to do?" Shiori Kisaragi asked.

"I don't know," Kirihara Akatsuki said with a smile. "I'm not you, so I don't know what you're thinking."

"What kind of quack are you!" Shiori Kisaragi said indignantly, "Why do you only care about killing and not burying?"

"The prescription isn't with me," Kirihara Akira said. "You actually know the answer all along, but your conscience won't let you off the hook."

Shiori Kisaragi's eyes instantly welled up with tears. She said, "Yes, I know the answer, so I don't want to tell anyone. I don't want to be someone who keeps complaining about the same problem to others. Nobody wants to listen."

"I'll listen, no matter how many times you say it," Kirihara Akatsuki said firmly, then added, "but if I hear it too much, I might curse at you a few times."

Kisaragi Shiori retorted angrily, "Can't you stop showing off to the end?!"

The two looked at each other and burst into laughter.

Kisaragi Shiori suddenly called out, "Akira-kun."

"Um?"

Kisaragi Shiori suddenly leaned in and pounced on Kirihara Akira against the shelf behind her.

Kirihara Akira saw her rosy lips, and looking down at her chest, he saw a patch of white skin.