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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, suggested

we have someone cto

excellent. He's recovered

others, he's quite

was, in many ways, raised within the confines of the research facility, with only the doctor

was a non-entity to

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

hear your plan, and we can

room couches, and

the Sanders clan have any influence here in Windhelm?

flier in Windhelm, and his network wasn't

high regard. To get others on our side, we need damning evidence against him. Why would they

us otherwise?"

the chest for years, and

slip-up.

their line of work, vigilance was

showing

lan and Patric in tow. He

he be planning to keep it to

from trying to piece together the missing

opposing lan, and why

pain in her head mounted,

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

don’t sort this out, there

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

motive, or

light sparked in Maja's eyes, and she