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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.

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

considered worthless. But since arriving here, people cared

many

for her safety, and others would scold her because of her reckless behavior. It seemed like her life had gained some value in others‘

didn’t shoot immediately because she was thinking. The abbot was probably the young monk’s father; they looked so much alike. If the abbot died, the young monk would be devastated. But

confused she became. When she finally pulled the trigger, she looked down at the young monk’s tears. They conveyed pain,

placing his large hand gently on her head, softly stroking it. “Oh, so this

puzzled. She was only ten, obviously

they said she was a kid, it was a compliment. It referred to the inherent goodness of human nature, the rightness what adults had long forgotten about, the precious value of life, and the pure

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the base. You don’t have to formally enlist, you’re too young for that.

the country. At the Wilson residence, it was just about teaching her skills,

worried about not having a place to learn. She added, “Can I learn how

laughed, giving her a couple of strong pats on the shoulder, feeling very pleased. Later,

a reason to show off. Relaxing, she polished the dinner and then fell asleep on the table.

the family doctor three times

ultimately ended up with a diagnosis that left them at a

his arm in a sling, determined

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

bit envious. Being young and bold had its advantages, while they couldn’t find an

came in droves–experts working with the Wilsons, leaders from Manldon International School, the chairman of the DigitalKey Group, and senior members

he had in his entire

hid away and accidentally encountered Claude, who was discreetly wiping sweat off his brow. After an awkward laugh, they both couldn’t help but express relief.