Why it never ends

Chapter 1013 Dream
"I know that everyone will change in the end...but when exactly does it start?"

In the dim room, Hesta's hand pressed on the ends of Rico's hair. She grabbed the ends of the hair and circled them around her fingers twice.

"Maybe I am still in the same place, so I think others are the same." Li Ge said again, "But I can't understand..."

"Go to sleep," Hesta said softly, "I won't change."

Rico put his hand on Hesta's face: "Come on, you've become the most——"

"No matter how I change, I am still me," Hesta pushed Rico's hand away, "I have always been standing here, but I just didn't realize it before."

……

The next morning, Hesta went to the Cosi workstation to handle the formalities. Ximoya had been waiting there angrily, and when she saw Hesta, she strode towards her.

"Liar! Villain!" She threw a color-printed government document on Hesta's chest. "You haven't taken office at all! I was wondering how you could have bypassed me and completed the entire inauguration process. You! Last night! You lied to everyone in the chamber without batting an eyelid—"

"Why should we care about such details?" Hesta leaned over to pick up the document that Ximoya had thrown away. She glanced at it and found that it was a confirmation letter from AHgAs, which showed that Hesta was still unemployed. "I am here today to sign the employment documents."

"You have seriously violated the rules!" Ximoya said sternly, "You issued an attack order without taking office and bypassing Kendai—"

Hesta made a soft "tsk" sound, lowered his head, took out another document from his bag, and handed it to Ximoya.

"have a look."

"What is this?"

"It's part of my inauguration notes." Hesta said, "Because you mentioned this to me before, I printed it out and took a few pages with me every day to read it anytime and anywhere... As a result, I actually discovered something. Ximoya, take it and look at page 156."

Hesta forced the stack of worn-out papers into Ximoya's hands. Although Ximoya's eyes revealed strong distrust, she still took it.

"Protection and Assistance Regulations, Chapter III, Article 15."

Ximoya flipped through the pages and quickly found the clause pointed out by Hesta. That page of paper was older than the other pages, and there were circular water stains on it, which wet the serial number of the law and caused wrinkles on the paper.

"Article 15: In any of the following circumstances, the Supervisor-designate shall also temporarily enjoy all the powers of the Supervisor:
"1. AHgAs workstations, bases, research institutes, and any other buildings or personnel in the safety zone have been severely attacked..."

Ximoya took a deep breath and slowly put down the regulations in her hand.

"After I take office, please continue to be my secretary." Hesta looked at her. "In view of the special situation at the moment, I require you to be on call 24 hours a day. I will ask the workstation to dial an extra mobile phone for you. This phone is dedicated to communicating with me. Never turn it off. When I need to contact you, you must respond to me immediately."

Ximoya pursed her lips. Although there was no dissatisfaction in Hesta's words, she felt that this was Hesta's revenge on her. Ximoya shook her head slightly, preparing to refuse.

"Show your professionalism." The smile on Hesta's face disappeared. "Last night, the AHgAs safe zone was attacked. This is unheard of in the past twenty years, and it happened right under our noses."

"……understood."

"Go prepare my inauguration documents. I'll sign them soon." Hesta said softly, "Is Kende back?"

"In the office." "Cancel her schedule for the next two hours." Hesta said, "I have something urgent to discuss with her."

"I have no right—"

"Wait a minute then," Hesta strode away and walked deeper into the corridor, "I'll ask her to call you in person later."

……

That day, Kovicik didn't get up until the afternoon.

This was an unusual sign for his servants, for Kovicki had always considered early rising an important virtue, and he had publicly emphasized on many occasions to many people that those who always woke up after dawn were lazy and doomed to a life of great failure.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, his servant heard the bell and immediately went to his master's bedroom.

"Sir," the butler said softly, "are you feeling unwell today?"

"...I'm fine." Kovicik said softly, "Bring me a glass of water."

The butler quickly entered the room with a kettle and cups.

"Put it here," Kovicik pointed to the head of the bed, "...Okay, you can go out now."

The butler did not do so. He looked at his master's face hesitantly and said, "Are you really not feeling unwell? Or I can get you a thermometer first—"

"Okay! Get out!" Kovicik's expression suddenly changed. "I don't need anything!"

The butler bowed his head to him and quickly left the room.

The afternoon sunlight illuminated everything outside, and the world showed an unreal splendour. Kovicik lay quietly on the bed alone, looking at the shadows of the trees and the sky outside the window, immersed in a tipsy trance.

He barely slept that night. He fell asleep and woke up intermittently. Although each dream was chaotic, he enjoyed it. Now, his sleepiness had completely faded. Even if he still wanted to force himself to maintain the dream scene, his body would no longer cooperate. He then picked up a glass of water and tried to use it to extinguish the burning fire in his heart.

Although he was sure he had been dreaming all night, the earlier dreams were far away from him now, and only the most recent dream remained clear in his mind. He dreamed that when he was a child, he followed his father to hunt, and his father carried him to the horse, with his strong arms protecting him in the middle.

Although such a thing had never happened before, when he felt that his father had really embraced him and placed high hopes on him, he felt so happy that he almost cried. They rode their horses to the grassland and saw a huge eagle flying across the sky. His father opened his huge bow and aimed the arrow at the prey, but he was reluctant to let go.

"See, Kovichik," my father said, "you have to draw the bow like this."

"Saw!"

"You try it." - It was from this sentence that the original deep voice was replaced by a female voice. Kovicik turned around in panic, only to find that the person sitting behind him was not his father, but Jane Hesta in AHgAs uniform.

Her flaming hair and eyes as deep as a lake were like a branding iron, searing straight into his heart.

"Herstad..." Kovicik murmured in a low voice, "Jane Heerstad."