This dragon girl raising system is a bit strange.

"That world is too hypocritical?" Thor was speechless.

It is clear that Ysera is currently in a state of mental instability.

He was perfectly fine before, why did he suddenly start saying these things?

"What do you mean? Can you explain it to me?"

Ysera simply said to herself:

"I'm so tired, I just want to rest."

"I want to wait for my sister here."

This means she firmly believes that Yulia is her sister.

Thor reminded him, "You've never had a sister. Think about it carefully."

Ysera disagreed with Thor's words, firmly believing in her own judgment, and said in a resolute tone:

"No, she is my sister."

Thor dismissed all of these words as the ravings of a madman.

Because these statements are completely illogical.

It's obvious that this is wrong if you think about it for a moment.

"She's your sister, so why does she have dragon horns while you don't?"

After saying that, Thor patted young Ysera's head. There was only clean, long black hair on her head, without any foreign objects.

This question really stumped her.

She was lost in thought.

"Yes, what happened?"

After a long while, she finally came to an answer.

"Because Yulia is an important person in my life, she is my sister."

Isera stood by her judgment.

This statement is illogical, but Thor can understand the emotions it conveys.

It probably refers to a sister in spirit, rather than a sister by blood.

"Originally, she and I should have been inseparable."

"My life is so painful, and so is hers."

"We should listen to each other and confide in each other."

Upon hearing this, Thor sensed something was amiss and quickly interrupted.

"Wait, is your life really that painful?"

"Pain? Are you sure?"

Thor couldn't understand what was so painful about Ysera's life.

Isera began to explain:

"There are many people in this world who want to please me, a great many."

"Don't you find it terrifying? The whole world wants to please you."

"It's like everyone is putting on a show around me, and I'm the main character."

Thor remained silent and listened patiently.

"But why are they trying to please me?"

"Simply because of my identity, simply because I am a saint."

"Whether they are powerful ministers of the kingdom or loyal knights within the church."

"What they approve of and what they try to please is not the real me."

Ysera sighed, her voice tinged with sadness:

"Even my family members only use me as a tool for their own benefit."

"They clearly didn't care about me, but after learning that I had been chosen as the saintess, they changed their attitude and tried everything to please me."

"That hypocritical face disgusts me."

Indeed, such a thing could happen.

Not all parents are willing to provide selfless love.

At least her parents weren't.

Even her parents viewed her as a "saintly lady".

"Those people are all too hypocritical."

"Only my sister can have heart-to-heart talks with me."

Thor sighed, seeing through the other's thoughts, and said:

"So, have you ever tried to have a heart-to-heart conversation with other people?"

"Or is it just a conjecture in your mind that only Julia would be truly sincere towards you?"

Little Isela paused, a look of confusion in her eyes, and began to seriously consider Thor's question.

She soon received her answer.

"Why should I take those hypocrites seriously?"

"I just don't trust them! I just don't want to communicate with them!" Little Isela snapped.

Thor finally understood what she was thinking.

"You just feel that other people are too nice to you, and you think it's hypocritical, so you don't like it?"

The young Ysera nodded.

"Yes."

Thor frowned. "So, that's why you don't want to go back to that world?"

I don't like that hypocritical world.

"I want a real world! Right here!"

In the dream, young Ysera was far too naive.

Thor frowned.

This is not child's play.

If we don't go out now, it will really kill a lot of people.

I know you don't like that world.

"But right now, many people outside are half-dead, and they need your help."

"No! I just don't want to go out!" Young Isela refused to go out no matter what.

Thor was taken aback by that statement.

"Now is not the time to be reckless. Without your help, they will all die," he advised kindly.

"I don't want to go out!" Little Isela refused to listen.

Thor took a deep breath and tried to control his emotions.

Seeing Ysera's current state, he felt somewhat annoyed.

Or rather, they were disgusted by it.

Even the term "little female devil" is insufficient to describe this.

We have to deliver a powerful blow.

"You despise that hypocritical world and want to experience the real world, right?" he said.

Isera paused for a moment, then nodded.

"Fine," Thor said coldly.

After saying that, he picked up the brazier without warning and stomped out the burning charcoal inside.

Then he opened the window, letting the cold outdoor air rush in.

A chill suddenly filled the room.

Isera felt the cold and hugged herself even tighter.

"I'm so cold, I'm so cold..."

She exhaled the white breath characteristic of winter.

She instinctively looked at Thor and pleaded:

"Big brother, could you please help me close the window and bring the brazier back?"

It was clearly a request, but her tone sounded like an order.

This is the aura that Ysera, as a saintess, cultivated from a young age.

Once she gives an instruction, everyone else will obey.

But this time it's different.

"No," Thor replied.

Isera felt colder and colder, and no matter how tightly she hugged herself, it was no use; her face turned deathly pale.

Finally, she realized that she had to find a solution on her own.

Still a child, she stood up, tiptoed, and tried desperately to close the window.

But she found that she couldn't do it.

The window was too high; no matter how she stretched out, she could only barely touch the window frame.

There was no way to close the windows, and cold air from outside kept pouring in.

She wanted to relight the brazier.

The little girl kept rubbing the metal flint, but unfortunately, she was too young to have enough strength.

No matter how much I rubbed the flint, I couldn't light the firewood.

Her body temperature dropped further, and she trembled uncontrollably.

Why?

Anger finally crept into her voice.

"Why don't you do the things I ask you to do?"

Thor smiled and replied:

"This is the real world you've always wanted to experience, a world where no one is hypocritical."

"It will become even more realistic from now on."

"Let me tell you what happens when an ordinary person dares to skip work."

The next second, he grabbed Isera by the neck, lifted her up, and took her feet off the ground.

Even though Thor was probably controlling his strength, Ysera still felt a slight sense of suffocation.

She kept patting Thor's hand, but it had no effect.

"Let go of me, you bad brother..."

A faint sound rang out.

Thor still didn't let go of her hand.

"Remember this feeling well."

"This is what serfs were like when they were punished by the plantation owners."

"The same goes for apprentices who make mistakes in a blacksmith's shop."

"This is their real world."

Thor certainly didn't really want to strangle her.

This was just to let her experience the hardships of ordinary people.

Soon after, Ysera was released.

With her feet back on the ground, the hand that had been gripping her neck disappeared, and Ysera lay on all fours, breathing in the fresh air.

Her movements had left her slightly sweaty.

A cold wind blew by, further taking away her body heat.

"Please, big brother, close the window."

She finally let go of her pride.

"I'll freeze to death if this continues."

Young Ysera crouched on the ground, trembling uncontrollably.

Thor laughed and said:

"Do you remember the green snake?"

"Green snake..." Ysera murmured.

She remembered the name.

Memories from adulthood begin to resurface.

She remembered that interrogation.

"The Green Snake's mother died on the street."

"Before she died, a passing white mage simply left her to die because he was in a hurry to get to a date."

"You are now the same as the Green Snake Mother you were back then."

"The power of life and death should be decided by others."

"If you weren't a saint, why would I save you?"

Isera listened, stunned.

Past experiences flooded my mind.

She gradually remembered that she was not the future saintess, but the present saintess.

The world began to crumble from a corner.

"For ordinary people, the world is not that forgiving."

Thor looked down at him with pity.

"They are hypocritical, perhaps that's true."

"You feel pain, and that's probably true."

"But ultimately, being a saint is your job."

"Didn't you also want to help others relieve their pain? You did say that before, right?"

"However, the truth is, you've never experienced real pain, which is why you can't empathize with that feeling."

"What you call pain is nothing more than excessive 'pampering' from the outside world."

"It's like candy that's too sweet. It's not very tasty, but it's nothing compared to real bitterness."

"I sympathize with your feelings. You may not like this kind of life, but that's no excuse for shirking your responsibilities."

"These acts of 'pampering' are rewards given to you. Even if you don't like these rewards, you must still bear the responsibilities that come with them."

The world began to collapse at a visible speed.

Outside the window, in the distance, the ground and sky began to separate into countless fragments.

"Is my family... overly indulgent...?"

She began to recall.

Isera has always found it difficult to empathize with the suffering of others.

When a believer describes the pain of their life to her, she wants to offer comfort but doesn't know where to begin.

She had never experienced hunger, nor had she ever felt fear.

She naturally couldn't truly empathize with those trapped in fear.

All of this points to one reason.

From childhood, she was surrounded by nothing but pampering.

This pampering is hypocritical, but it is precisely this hypocritical pampering that has shaped her personality into what it is today.

Isera suddenly understood.

Her eyes regained their sparkle.

"I understand, big brother."

"I was wrong."

The world is being destroyed at an accelerated pace.

The two of them watched the world end.

"What should I do now...?"

Isera sounded confused.

She still had a lot to say.

"Teach me, big brother!"

Thor did not respond.

......

Back in the real world, Thor breathed a sigh of relief.

We finally brought the person back.

Isera's cold voice rang out from beneath him.

"Do you want to die? Take your hand away."

Thor didn't look down to confirm, but from the soft touch in his hand, he knew where his hand was.

He quietly withdrew his hand.

It must have been that when I was choking someone in my dream, my hand accidentally moved downwards.

He swore it wasn't intentional.

Ysera, who was lying flat on the ground, propped herself up and sat up, wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth.

"What happened in my dream just now?" Isera asked.

She doesn't seem to have that memory.

Thor, of course, wouldn't reveal the truth of what had just happened.

"It's nothing, I just woke you up."

He did not disclose further information.

"I think so too," Isera said coldly.

"Go check on the other areas on the first floor first. I'll treat them on the second floor."

Thor didn't want to say more and left quickly.

Isera watched him leave.

Watching Thor's departing figure, she murmured to herself.

"I just called him 'brother'..."