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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.

no one have died if I hadn’t guided that family? Would the officer still be alive if I had just

chaotic; lives weren’t worth much. Even she was considered worthless. But since arriving here, people cared for and loved

many

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

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

down at the young monk’s tears. They conveyed pain, despair, sadness, and grief, just like the tears Elowyn shed when

large hand gently on her head, softly stroking it. “Oh, so this is what’s troubling you. You’re just

was only ten, obviously a child, but everyone would

a compliment. It referred to the inherent goodness of human nature, the rightness what adults

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formally enlist,

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

not having a place to learn. She added, “Can I learn how to shoot?” as she pointed

laughed, giving her a couple of strong pats on the

off.

so much that she called the family doctor three times each day. The Hill family, the James family, and even Edward brought

they ultimately ended up with a diagnosis that left them at a loss for words- Quinlyn was simply

here to keep watch,” Stanley said, with his arm in

usual charm, sweet–talked Elowyn directly, “Elowyn, can

the other elders felt a bit envious. Being young and bold had its advantages, while they couldn’t find an excuse to stay and could only ask to be notified first with any updates on Quinlyn.

open. Various people came in droves–experts working with the Wilsons, leaders from Manldon International School, the chairman of the DigitalKey Group, and senior members from the detective team and the

built his business from scratch with a straightforward, hardworking approach, met more influential people in one day than he had in his entire life. Luckily, Claude dropped by

and accidentally encountered Claude, who was discreetly wiping sweat off his