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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.

concerned about his well-being, suggested a

we have someone cto

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

he's

raised within the confines of the research facility, with

else was

sister, and now that he had, the flood of emotions was

your plan, and we can figure

settled into the living room couches, and Maja laid out her deductions

have any influence here in Windhelm? We need something solid, given Bernard's

a high flier in Windhelm, and his network wasn't easily

Bernard is held in high regard. To get others on our side,

us otherwise?"

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

slip-up.

their line of work,

nodded, showing she

was soon to arrive with lan and Patric

to keep it to

coming on from trying

for opposing lan, and why he'd

in her head

not that I doubt you, but I can't help thinking—Bernard's son died in that facility, and he's loathed the

he be the puppet master? If we don’t sort this out, there might

work, establishing the cause of death was step one. Without it, the case

true motive, or none

eyes, and she turned to