"An occupational therapist who ends up in a monastery probably wouldn't inspire much trust if word got out!"
Seeing Lady Kelly's eyes dull and lifeless, with none of the sharpness and wit she'd shown during their previous mission, Fu Qian walked inside and remarked casually.
He was genuinely curious about why she was here.
"If I've come here, it means I can no longer help anyone."
Kelly continued shaking her head with a sigh. She didn't seem to mind Fu Qian's comment.
"I used to think of myself as a hunter."
"The strange, massive, and far-reaching afflictions that grew in people's minds were my prey, one after another."
"I was always good at it, and I enjoyed it."
"But recently, for reasons I can't begin to understand, the number of my patients has increased by who knows how many times."
"At first, I was even excited by the challenge, but I soon grew exhausted."
"Those shattered, distorted traumas were almost impossible to imagine the causes of."
"They shook my understanding. It seems I can no longer make sense of this world."
"A few days ago, while out for a walk, I saw this monastery and suddenly felt an urge to come here and find some peace."
I see.
He'd thought that, as a professional, she might be less affected. He hadn't expected her to take on the sins of all humanity.
As Kelly talked to herself, Fu Qian finally understood why she was here.
And he wasn't at all surprised to hear that her practice was booming.
The museum employee alone was proof enough: far more than one or two people had developed psychological problems in this wave.
Now even the psychologists had fallen.
"I understand. And your metaphor for your profession is quite apt."
Fu Qian offered his assessment