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KAANADAN SALVATORE

— We have few men at the barriers, sir. The last attack took more than twenty and those who remained are too injured to still keep them there.

Sebastian's voice rings through the room as I'm looking at the painting hanging on the reddish wall. An old painting from the organization's former formation. Not that it's important, it's just something to distract me from what I'm hearing. The silence manifests itself, although besides the two of us, Fiore also remains in the corner, sitting on the sofa.

—Kaanadan? —Fiore. He calls me confused, making me turn my face to look at him. — We are in a serious attack, we cannot act silently.

— And what should I do? — I question, turning around in the chair and looking into his gray eyes.

He withdraws, signaling for the soldier to leave, however, he only leaves at my request. And as soon as we are alone, Fiore sighs. — I know that since last time, you refused to go on a rough hunt...

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