Felicia found Maurice’s reaction completely baffling. She shook off his grip and responded flatly, “Of course. If I hadn’t needed to save your life first, I would’ve been looking for him already“.

hen, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, she added, “He and are together. If I don’t go find him, should the looking for you instead?”

With that, Felicia turned and walked away without sparing him another glance.

The remaining members of Stephan’s team immediately followed

Maurice stood there for a long time, his expression, unreadable. No one could tell what he was thinking, only that his shifting, unpredictable mood cast a dark, unsettling air

around him

A gust of wind blew through the valley

Maurice’s subordinates exchanged nervous glances. Finally, one of them hesitantly spoke up, “Mt. Glovers, maybe… It’s best not to force things too much. We should head back now, don’t you think?”

Maurice let out a sharp, humorless laugh. He didn’t agree or disagree. He simply turned and started walking, but it was not toward the exit. He went deeper into the valley instead, His subordinates were stunned. They quickly spoke up, “Mr. Gloves, you’re going the wrong way. Where are you heading? We should be leaving, not going deeper in. Mr. Glovers!

Maurice didn’t respond.

after him. They had no idea what he was thinking, but Maurice himself was

who had survived on this

assimilate into the island’s community, had to

“Find her ”

traces on the ground. His subordinates, sharp enough to read between the lines,

it had been slightly concealed but was clearly leading

“After her

to check in with the rest of

been sent out to search for him responded, but the results

was vast, shrouded in fog, and incredibly difficult to search. Despite their best efforts, there were no clues

walking and tilted her head back, looking up

midday. The sun blazed overhead, its golden light uminating an

been the perfect weather to simply

as she was considering where to look

sudden burst of bird calls intermapted

head in the direction of the sound. Perched on a high tree branch was a small blackhawk. That sharp, bird–like call had come from

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