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Maja let out a sigh of relief and immediately reached out to Nana.

Back when she was in Cania, she had a decent rapport with Nana. The question was whether Nana would be willing to lend a hand

this taround.

To her surprise, Nana was already in Greenfield. Being a native of Windhelm, it wasn't just a coincidence—she was on a manhunt

for the culprit who'd wronged her brother.

Learning that the research facility was in trouble, Nana didn't hesitate to offer her help.

She arrived that afternoon, and her companion, Number Eight, was enshrouded in a black hoodie and masked, his features hidden

from curious eyes.

Maja grabbed Nana's hand, her face etched with gratitude.

"Thank you."

Nana's grip tightened in response, a rare, sincere smile breaking through her usually stoic expression.

"I should be thanking lan. If he hadn't destroyed the research facility, my brother wouldn't have cback."

As she finished, Number Eight's hand shot out, nervously clutching at her sleeve.

"Nana."

The boy's voice was raspy, suggesting that he should have outgrown the voice changer by now. Clearly, the anxiety was getting to

him.

about his

we have someone

need. The doctor you brought last twas excellent. He's recovered well physically, but

others, he's quite

within the confines of the research facility, with only the doctor and a

company. Everyone else was a non-entity

and now that he had, the flood of

hear your plan, and

group settled into the living room couches, and

any influence here in Windhelm? We need something

flier in Windhelm, and his network wasn't

do, but Bernard is held in high regard. To get others on

us otherwise?"

close to the chest for years, and even his political rivals wouldn't dare move

slip-up.

their line of work, vigilance was

nodded, showing she

arrive with lan and

to keep

feeling a headache coming on from trying to piece together

opposing lan, and why he'd groom a replacement for

in her head mounted, she

not that I doubt you, but I can't help thinking—Bernard's son died in

don’t sort this out, there might be flaws in

establishing the cause of death was

motive, or none of

eyes,