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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,

we have someone cto

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

others, he's

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

else was a non-entity

and now that he had, the

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

couches, and Maja laid out

does the Sanders clan have any influence here in

flier in Windhelm, and

To get others on our side, we need damning evidence

us otherwise?"

cards close to the chest for years, and even his

slip-up.

of

showing she

arrive with lan and Patric in tow.

planning to keep

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

and why

in her head mounted, she heard Beck speak

can't help thinking—Bernard's son died in that facility, and he's

master? If we don’t sort this out,

of death was

unearth Bernard's true motive, or none of it

in Maja's eyes,