Shadow Slave novel Chapter 2474

Chapter 2474 The Devil’s Therapist

Saint's private office was smaller than her space at the mental hospital, but better furnished. She prepared a cup of coffee for the patient — a simple act that put most people at ease, easing them into conversation. She usually offered tea to other patients, but considering the detective's chronic insomnia, coffee suited him better.

Naturally, the coffee she made was flawless. Every movement was measured and precise, designed to achieve the optimal result in the most efficient way.

Placing the elegant cup in front of the pale man, Saint took her seat opposite him and opened her notebook.

She would only be receiving a symbolic remuneration for this session. But that was fine, because she had never been driven by money.

Saint was not driven by compassion or kindness, either. In truth, she had extended an offer to continue treatment to this untidy man for a simple reason — professional pride. She hated leaving things unfinished and flawed, so the thought of letting him go without truly helping him felt distasteful.

"You look more fatigued than usual today, Detective. Has your insomnia worsened?"

He looked at her for a while, then shook his head.

"No. It's just that… the Demoness and the Demon King's Son. It took them fifty-six episodes to get together, can you believe that?"

Saint offered him a faint smile and nodded, writing a short sentence down in her notebook.

The detective fell silent, studying her closely.

She had noticed him staring before — few people could ever resist stealing glances her way — but today, his gaze was different. It was more inquisitive, somehow.

"You've returned to duty. That must have been quite a change of pace."

He lingered for a while, then nodded.

"Yes, well. It was an eye-opening experience. Especially after I met my new partner."

Saint silently raised an eyebrow, prompting him to continue.

The detective smiled.

"It was a bit ironic, really. We had gone through fire and water, she and I — and yet, she did not remember me at all before. But when we met this time, it was I who did not remember her. Luckily, she reminded me."

Then, his expression suddenly livened up.

"Oh. Actually, Dr. Saint… I had a real breakthrough thanks to her. My partner, I mean — you probably don't remember, but you two know each other. You arm-wrestled once… ah, my poor table…"

Saint frowned subtly.

What was he talking about?

She did not show much emotion on her face, though.

"What kind of breakthrough?"

The detective gave her a strange look. "Oh… that... I really wish you didn't ask that question, doc."

His tone sounded a little embarrassed. He remained silent for a short while, then winced.

"Do you remember all those nightmares I told you about?"

Saint nodded.

'Is he finally able to sleep soundly? That's great!'

The detective took a deep breath, then let out a heavy sigh.

"Well, you see… I realized that they weren't nightmares at all."

Saint looked at him, encouraging him to tell her more.

He offered her a pale smile.

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