Selena kept her expression serene.
She couldn't possibly believe that as the chief illusionist and professional psychological researcher of the Protoss Empire, she couldn't treat this potential mental illness.
Inside the room, by the patio.
"Is there anything else you would like to do today, young master? Something about yourself."
Selena once again stood not far from Lanci, asking with a smile.
From the young man's current emotional state, he seemed like someone who wouldn't dwell on his past, wouldn't be anxious about his future, wouldn't let current events influence his emotions, didn't care much about other people's opinions, treated everyone equally, understood life and death, and found meaning in his existence.
But are there really people with such mindset in this world?
If there indeed were, it would be uncannily eerie and chilling.
The Protoss Empire obviously didn't have such freaks; otherwise, she would have heard of his name.
