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There was a brief silence in the tent. Curtis lightly tapped his fingers on the armrest, still smiling. I know, Ivan told me. You had no choice but to pull the trigger. The detective team should be giving you a medal for that.”

What he didn’t say was that the detective team had decided not to hold Quinlyn responsible for the abbot’s death. The report from 901st Division would also leave out Quinlyn’s shooting of the criminal.

A ten–year–old firing a gun, no matter how accurate, left an impression that was definitely not positive.

“But…” Quinlyn lowered her eyes, her long, curled lashes casting a small shadow on her face. Her tone wasn’t afraid, just puzzled. “At the time, I didn’t know if I should kill him.”

Curtis was surprised, not knowing what she said for a moment.

“Everyone said I shot because I saw the bad guy about to attack, but that’s not really it,” Quinlyn confessed, being totally honest with Curtis. Her eyes fixed on a point as she slipped into her memories.

Quinlyn murmured, “I just knew he was doing wrong, and if he died, more people could be saved. But I didn’t know when it’s okay for someone to die or how big their mistake has to be for it to be fair.”

Every time she mentioned death, it sounded like a child’s innocent remarks, but only Quinlyn understood the weight of those words, having faced such dilemmas many times in the borderlands over the years.

Some people wanted to across the town, crying and begging for mercy, telling how tough life was for them. Quinlyn’s heart softened, and she let them go. But as soon as they turned away, they killed a cop.

Others, with their wives and children, claimed they were seeking medical help. But when stopped at the borderlands, they recklessly caused others‘ deaths.

Quinlyn never went to school. The only one who ever taught her anything was Matthew, but he passed away too soon. And the kind–hearted Fiona lost her mind. So, many times, Quinlyn had to figure things out on her own.

had sit on the rooftop, looked at the stars, and thought, ‘Would no one have died if I hadn’t guided that family? Would the officer still be alive

much. Even she was considered worthless. But since arriving here, people

many

chose to hide her for her safety, and others would scold her because of her reckless behavior. It

father; they looked so much alike. If the abbot died, the young monk would be devastated. But the abbot did wrong and could endanger more

When she finally pulled the trigger, she looked down at the young monk’s tears. They conveyed pain, despair, sadness, and grief, just like the tears Elowyn shed when hugging her

her head, softly stroking it. “Oh, so this is what’s

puzzled. She was only ten, obviously a child, but everyone would point it out.

It referred to the inherent goodness of human nature, the rightness what adults had long forgotten about, the

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have to formally enlist, you’re too

Quinlyn’s rare nature, with a secret desire to guide her towards serving the country. At the Wilson residence, it was just about teaching her skills, but

was worried about not having a place to learn. She added, “Can I learn how to shoot?” as

like a pro, Curtis laughed, giving her a couple of strong pats on the shoulder, feeling very pleased. Later, he planned to brag to Edward, Leonard, and Danny in a phone

realize that she had given Curtis a reason to show off. Relaxing, she polished the dinner and

alarming Elowyn so much that she called the family doctor three times each day. The Hill family,

diagnosis that left them at a loss for

Stanley said, with his arm in a sling, determined not

charm, sweet–talked Elowyn directly, “Elowyn, can I have a room to

couldn’t find an excuse to stay and

the Wilsons, leaders from Manldon International School, the chairman of the DigitalKey Group, and senior members from the detective team

hardworking approach, met more influential people in one day than he had in his entire life. Luckily, Claude

the kitchen, Zaid hid away and accidentally encountered Claude, who was discreetly wiping sweat off his brow.