The Emperor's Omega Is An Extra-Chapter 225: Game One (5)

Arren didn’t expect Ms. M to be an old woman who appeared to be much older than Duke Merphen, the oldest Duke in the empire. So the reason why even Spade was respectful in addressing her was this: she might even be the oldest agent in Black Intel, although she had probably retired.

He only stood at his position at the doorstep while staring at Ms. M, and eventually, she opened her eyes, and their eyes instantly met. Arren froze, not knowing what was the more appropriate action if he should greet her first or approach her and then greet her.

Before he could decide what to do, Ms. M had already stood, bowed slightly at him, and calmly greeted him.

"It’s nice to meet you, Young Master Arren." Her elderly voice seemed to have a soothing effect, naturally giving Arren the impression of being close to her. Arren’s brow lifted.

He knew from some stories before that some betas could indeed neutralize the pheromones of alphas and omegas. However, a rare case from them was those betas who have the ability to radiate a calming effect by their presence alone, making them the perfect counselor or psychiatrist.

Arren never thought he would meet one here. But he didn’t think further of it and snapped out of his thoughts. It was rude to make someone wait, especially the elderly, no matter how different their status was.

"Hello, ma’am." He also gave a respectful greeting. As someone who gained Spade’s trust, perhaps, Arren could try.

For the first part, after greeting each other and Arren sitting in front of the old woman, they remained silent and didn’t start right away. Arren was a social butterfly, and he wasn’t shy about having a conversation with strangers, but this situation was different.

All of this was new to him. And this old woman before him was no ordinary stranger that he could have a chitchat with. Arren was also nervous, and he only waited for her to start talking about what they had to do or talk about. Even if Spade said it was only a conversation and Arren could choose to treat it as is until the very end, Arren was aware that this was still a treatment for his mental state.

"Do you like tea, Young Master Arren?" Ms. M asked, her kind voice somehow alleviating the anxiety in Arren’s heart.

"I don’t hate it," Arren answered, but realizing he was a bit stiff, he composed himself and smiled. "I prefer coffee," he hastily added.

Ms. M nodded her head, listening intently. As Arren looked at her, he suddenly thought how this conversation appeared to be like he was talking with his grandmother, whom he really never met in both of his lives.

She then laughed. "My niece said the same thing."

At their exchange, it dawned on Arren that Ms. M was getting him relaxed by taking him along amiably and asking simple questions as though it was never a treatment that needed to talk about heavy stuff, to begin with. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

Arren’s shoulders also relaxed, and his demeanor became lighter. These were all reflected in Ms. M’s eyes as she gave a small smile and nodded.

"Is your niece the same age as me?" Arren inquired. It could be noticed how his tone significantly changed from being stiff and distant earlier.

"How old are you, Young Master?" the old woman asked.

"I’m 21," Arren answered honestly, adding as he remembered, "I’ll be 22 next month."

Come to think of it, his birthday is already next month! Since a lot had happened lately, Arren almost forgot that he would be turning 22 next month.

Aren didn’t even know if they could have the time to celebrate since there was a lot happening, especially the war against the organization that would only escalate as days passed.

"Young Master is indeed still young. No, my niece is already in her thirties," Ms. M informed. She stared at him and seemed amazed. "I only heard of the rumors about how Duke Katz’s son is such a beautiful omega, and now I can guarantee that those rumors are still not accurate enough."

His cheeks couldn’t help but heat up as he got flustered by this sudden compliment. Arren wasn’t new to these kinds of words, and he often heard them, so he got used to them. Personally, he really didn’t care, and he even thought his appearance was inconvenient sometimes, he wanted to have a low profile when he was younger, as his plan was only to be an extra and not catch the attention of anyone.

Growing up, he began to not care or mind about it at all.

"Ms. M also listens to rumors?" Despite blushing from what she said, Arren still responded.

Ms. M laughed as though enjoying his reaction. Her eyes had already disappeared while she was laughing. "Of course, this old woman passed my time listening to rumors."

Gradually, Arren discovered that his nervousness when he first entered the room and imagined how this conversation would turn out had now disappeared completely.

They spent the first hour talking about anything and some rumors that were famous around the capital. Some of them he had heard of and was familiar with, while some of them were new to him and left him stunned for a while.

Arren was convinced that Ms. M was indeed one of the top agents of Black Intel in her prime because of how she could be considered a gossip queen and how many rumors she knew.

"Is running away from the trauma that could potentially hurt you such a bad thing?" Arren was aware of how stupid this question was, but he was actually curious. If you know that there are serious consequences to facing one’s trauma, and escaping from them is not an issue, why would one need to open the wounds and trust a treatment that you have no idea could work?

Ms. M’s eyelids slightly moved, making her eyes more visible. She didn’t expect Arren to bring up this subject first. When he entered the room and the anxiety and hesitation were written on his eyes and actions, she already knew that going straight to the serious conversation would not work and might give setbacks instead.

At first, when the emperor sought him out and told him to have a conversation with his omega, Ms. M was surprised and puzzled at how Arren’s condition was already so bad for Spade to come and seek her help.

She knew what happened and was briefed by the emperor on the basics, but they were not detailed, and it seemed it was up to Arren if the omega shared it with her or not.

Observing him, Ms. M already knew that this was going to be a tough one. It was not even because of how willing Arren was to share and talk with her, but if his deepest subconscious was willing to open up for both of them.

Arren waited for Ms. M’s response to his seemingly stupid question. After she didn’t respond for a few seconds, Arren was already contemplating if he could withdraw his question and pass it off as a joke, which is certainly not a good thing.

"Essentially, some people could live just fine even if their trauma is still not treated, as long as they are careful not to trigger it." Ms. M’s tone of voice had become solemn despite the calmness. She rested her hands in her lap and met Arrne’s gaze. "Some traumas also can’t be treated, no matter how hard one tries, and forced to live with it for the rest of their lives."

Ms. M’s tone then suddenly shifted, and she stared straight through Arren’s eyes as though wanting him to listen to every word she had to say.

"Treating one’s trauma is always up to the person experiencing it. I might say from a professional perspective how we needed to face it to live a better life, But that’s a very superficial answer; even I can’t dictate what is the right course of action. It’s only up to you." Ms. M paused and then added with a whisper. "Continue to escape or face it."

Arren fell silent, Ms. M’s words repeating in his mind. He pondered for a while, and he also agreed with what she said.

It’s only up to me, he muttered inwardly.

While he was lost in thought, Ms. M spoke once more.

"And I may add," she said with a calming smile, "One can’t be considered a coward if they choose not to face it and escape."

This time, his eyes widened, truly impacted by what she said. While Arren convinced himself that not facing his trauma was only because he wasn’t ready and it wasn’t the time for it because of all the things that were happening, It was all his excuses; it was merely because he was hesitant to open up his mind, fearing that he might break down, and his mind chose to forget it again.

Sometimes, he already thought and asked himself, Was he a coward?

Arren licked his dry lips and fidgeted with his fingers. He thought of the inexplicable trauma for Princess Coreen, and the leader of the organization, who was Levin’s father. The night in the Hamayana Islands, when he dreamed of something he couldn’t remember but knew, left a deep impression on Spade because of how he treated him after that.

He rubbed his face and buried his face in his palm for a while. After a minute, he removed them and lifted his head to look at the old woman.

"Is there a way to recall vivid dreams?"