'Then is his brain going to be impaired for life? I doubt the girl would care too much if that were to be the case...'

Yet another potential problem popped up out of nowhere.

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It seemed like this little lass was good at that, bringing him annoying problems that is.

Elijah found the need to question whether the young girl's hypnosis techniques had just made one of the world's most promising Master hypnotists mentally handicapped, in the literal sense.

That would be truly bad for him. A huge loss.

It was good that Emilin had a tick of talking to herself when she was nervous, Elijah could take a peek into her astoundingly simple mind.

["It should be fine. Once I finish here and he snaps out of it, the others shouldn't notice."] The girl Elijah saw on his screen was unnervingly calm about this part, but the following words came out rather strange.

["But what do I do about the conversation I was supposed to be having? Do I keep going? But that wouldn't exactly be a simulation of a real conversation between normal people."]

'There was nothing normal about this, ok?'

Elijah let out a short chuckle after figuring that Moulan would be okay after the session ended.

"How interesting? Just what is she trying to do with all this? Figuring out Moulan's mentality? But there's no need. He's already dancing on the palm of her hands."

Elijah thought out loud too, infected by Emilin's little habit.

There was no way that he could figure Emilin out so easily.

Elijah quickly attributed all this to the eccentricities, no, quirks that all geniuses have, after all, it wouldn't at all be exaggerated to call Emilin one.

Emilin went on to talk about clothes, shopping, schooling, day-to-day life, habits, and so on.

"Is she lonely or something? Why does she care so much about this guy? I mean he isn't bad looking, but he's not that great either."

Elijah felt a little sour taste in his mouth for no reason.

He would chuckle every time he heard Emilin's frustrated speech as she spoke to herself and he smiled at her little antics.

He was completely at ease, laughing around by the end of the footage.

All he could do was guffaw at how comical the situation was.

If he told this to anyone else, they would probably laugh their asses off thinking he had gone crazy, but at the same time, this wasn't something that could be made up.

He watched as Emilin paced around with small steps when things didn't go right and smile brightly when the conversation was going smoothly.

"How cute."

There was one thing that Elijah knew for sure by the end of all this. This girl definitely didn't want to have anything to do with them.

After Emilin finally started asking about the 'organization' and who they were, she limited herself to basic questions, for fear of being in too deep.

She didn't ask for their name, who they were, what they did, only getting a general idea of how normal it would be for her to leave at the moment and if Calim was telling the truth about being set free after they determined her as not a threat.

Elijah closed his screen after he watched the girl wake Moulan up from the semi-dazed state he had been in, walking off with him.

Moulan clearly didn't remember any part of the conversation he just had with the young lady, but he walked off so naturally as if he had already formed his own story of what had happened in that time.

Something that in reality occurred hours ago.

Elijah printed out the contracts that he had written up, ranging from a 2-year contract all the way to a 15-year contract, just in case.

He wanted to be prepared.

He did this when he realized that Emilin was not a threat, but Moulan didn't know that.

Elijah was okay, even if they would only end up signing a 2-year contract. He was confident in making Moulan give in after that, of course, the longer he had this last line of defense that was signed papers, the better.

But he was still confident in making this Master hypnotist his subordinate, something he had been thinking about since Moulan had joined the crew.

"I guess that little girl isn't all problems after all. There is some merit to be given here."

Elijah didn't like having someone as free as Moulan so close, as of right now, he could leave at any moment, but by the end of the day, things would be changing.

Elijah looked around the room, seeing as the center was rather well lit, he moved closer to the sides.

"I need the place with the best dark lighting... should I also get a black cat to completely play my part?"

Elijah didn't leave the room as he ordered Liam to invite Quacky Doctor Moulan in.

"Hey, why did you call me over? I seriously need a break you know? You can't keep increasing, my workload like this. I'll have to ask for a raise, this is way over my pay grade." Moulan complained before even greeting Elijah, but Elijah didn't bother refuting.

"Is that so?" His chuckle was deep, rich, and ominous. Elijah's dark sharp eyebrows arched slightly as he spoke.

Moulan became wary in an instant as he stopped midway on his way to the seat across from Elijah.

They weren't in a boss-subordinate relationship at the time, and so he wasn't too wary with his words.

"Why did you call me here this time you bastard?" Moulan's body was locked into a warry pose, with his hand, held in a fist in front of his face.

"You can relax now. I just wanted to show you something fun. I'm sure you wouldn't like to miss out on the show." Elijah joked.

'Especially not when you are one of the main characters,' he inwardly said.

Seeing Moulan hesitantly come closer, taking his seat, Elijah started playing the specific sections of the footage that would work best in his favor.

Moulan wouldn't be able to figure out the specific situation with just this much and Elijah was fully planning to use that to his advantage. In reality, he knew that Emilin had little to no threat to them.

Emilin clearly wanted to stay out of it, she was a smart one and so she wouldn't say more than she should or could.

Elijah had this inexplicable trust that existed in a realm above material existences.

Moulan watched as he was easily hypnotized at the beginning as well as some of the info about their 'organization' he had exposed at the end.

Elijah determined that most of the parts in the middle were inconsequential, and so Moulan didn't need to watch that part…

Moulan was at first skeptical.

Many thoughts and hypotheses were going through his mind.

'Is this photoshopped? Cut and edited?'

But Elijah wasn't one to joke about such serious things. By the end of the clip, he was already 60% certain that was actually him in the footage.

"What is this?"

Moulan knew very well the possible effects that could be procured using hypnosis, he was just stunned silly by the level of skill the young lady had displayed.

As a master himself, he didn't want to admit it.

Moulan knew at a glance what Emilin had done, it didn't take another for him to be certain.

He had been had and he was still counting money for the person who had sold him.

Moulan covered for her!

"Shit."

Even though Moulan couldn't find these events in his memories, he did not doubt that they had happened.

His head hurt as these scenes clashed with his existing memories.

As Elijah played the clip again, Moulan slowly lowered his head, at first it was on contemplation, and then later, he couldn't raise it back up due to embarrassment.

And the rest is a story that you already know of.

***

On Emilin's side, though she still had that injury on her leg, it barely affected her anymore.

Past the insignificant pain, she was walking just fine.

"They should be arriving around now. We need to add more functions to these shoes, this is quite inconvenient."

Emilin casually said as she strolled in a certain direction.

Emilin took note of the fact that she didn't have a way to get back on track since she had fallen off that cliff.

Honestly, she just wanted to wait for someone to pick her up, and thankfully that didn't take too long.

While Emilin ate some of the rations that she had, borrowed, never to return, from Moulan's group, a helicopter descended into the forest.

For the people who resided in the base, helicopters weren't uncommon seeing as their boss came and went on one and they had even set up a helicopter rental place in White City. They didn't give that helicopter any special attention other than a second glance.

Emilin watched as two men, one in his 20s and the other around his 30s stepped off of the chopper.

The one in his 30s was looking around before moving his gaze back down at the device he was holding, while the younger man looked over his shoulder.

A red dot shone from the device along with another blue dot. The red dot signaling Emilin and the blue one signaling the man who held the device, who was closing the distance between the two.

"Hey yo, Levi! I think it's her over there."

The youthful man shouted, turning in the direction where Emilin sat as she ate.

"That does seem to be the case," Levi said, once again looking down at the device in his hands.