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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 well-being, suggested

have someone cto examine

last twas excellent. He's recovered well physically, but

he's

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

else was a

and

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

couches, and Maja laid out

clan have any influence here in Windhelm? We need something solid,

was a high flier in Windhelm, and his network

To get others on our side, we

us otherwise?"

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

slip-up.

line of work, vigilance

nodded, showing

back, she pondered that Bernard was soon to arrive with lan and Patric in tow. He still had the

he be planning to keep

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

lan, and why

head mounted, she

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

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

was step one. Without it, the case

to unearth Bernard's true motive, or

Maja's eyes,