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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.

his well-being,

we have someone cto examine

you brought last twas excellent. He's recovered well physically, but because he hasn't interacted

he's

of the research facility, with only the doctor and a few other

Everyone else was a

been to find his sister, and now that he had,

tightened her hold on Maja's hand. "Let's hear your plan, and

the living room couches, and Maja laid

Sanders clan have any influence here

in Windhelm,

held in high regard. To get others on our

us otherwise?"

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

slip-up.

of work, vigilance

showing she

with lan and Patric in tow. He still had

be planning to keep

rubbed her temples, feeling a headache coming on from trying to piece together the

lan, and why he'd

in her head

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

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

death was step one. Without it, the

motive, or none

eyes, and she