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#80 Added by Canillia 9 months ago Multilingual 

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Canillia se demande comment elle a encore pus s'embarquer dans cette histoire.
Maintenant Nils l'a pris un peu au dépourvu avec sa démission.

bon le Gamin est volontaire et travailleur, bien qu'un peu naïf peut être.

Lyssan entre discrêtement et donne une enveloppe scellé à la Nindën du Filira Ordre Alkane.

La Matis ouvre l'enveloppe et lit rapidement le "pédigrée" de Ser Cinabre.

"Okal, pas grand chose à dire..."

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"Le gamin semble propre."

#81 Added by Canillia 7 months ago [fr] 

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Canillia stands up,
It's early.
Pyr's heat prevents him from sleeping.
Light streams in through the shutters.
Léa, still drowsy, moves lazily in bed.

She's happy...

Her lover's training kept her busy.
Léa is now able to defend herself.
All it needs now is a real fight.

This week in the desert does them good.
It's a time to reflect on the future and enjoy life.

Even if she's here to verify a rumor, they should have come back sooner.

She dresses up and goes out "hunting" in the dunes.
If his information is correct, he should be there this morning, abusing his students.

#82 Added by Leacuini 7 months ago [fr] 

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Léa is at Pyr's bath. She's sulking and moaning to herself.

_"...You bugger!

...Incredibly, the old dwarf whistled and the proud Nindën matis came running, her eyes wet with tears...

...we're really going to have to talk to each other.
I'm not going to spend my life waiting for him.

She'll have to choose!..."

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#83 Added by Canillia 6 months ago [fr] 

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Canillia slowly closed the last report, her fingers clenching the leather cover.

Words blurred before his tired eyes.
Always the same problems, the same tensions that plagued the region.
The Marauders were extending their influence, and Akila, at the head of the Hidden Spring camp, was consolidating his power with relentless brutality.
Failed attempts, ill-timed blows.
Chaos seemed to reign, slipping like sand through Canillia's fingers.

She had hoped for a sign, a breakthrough, however small.
But the reports left no room for optimism.

As if that wasn't enough, Léa had left.

An absurd argument, triggered by an unimportant spark.
A misplaced word, perhaps, or that tense silence she knew so well how to maintain when she was at her wits' end.
Léa had raised her voice, thrown her hands in the air with that familiar exasperation.
Then she was gone, her boots pounding the house floor like a knell.

- I'm going back home to Pyr. I'll be waiting for you...
But not forever," she said in a cold voice.


Altarae, posted a few yards away, had seen everything.

All heard.


The old hominin, with her hunched back but piercing gaze, crossed her arms over her wrinkled chest.
His face, weathered by years in the dust and shadows, showed an almost comical expression of disapproval.

She strode towards Canillia.

- Oh dear!
Are you out of your mind?
Léa, she's not just a figurehead you put in a corner when it suits you!

- Altarae, not now... sighed Canillia, exhausted.

- Well, S'rae hasn't got the time?
I'm not going to teach you that you can't become a boss by snapping your fingers, am I?
But if you think that work replaces everything, you'll end up alone like an old sock with a hole in it!

Canillia raised her head, surprised by the harshness of his tone.

- I'm talking about life, kid!

Altarae added, hammering out each word with her hooked index finger.

The real one, not the one in your bloody rubber reports!
You've got to get your head in the game before everything that matters gets away from you!

Silence fell for a moment. Canillia lowered her eyes, biting her lower lip.

- She said she'd wait for me... but not forever," she murmured.

- Well, what are you waiting for to join him, then?
A kick in the derriere? Grumbled Altarae with a smirk.

Canillia smiled in spite of herself.
Altarae had a gift for reducing life's complexities to a brutal but salutary truth.

- Maybe you're just a smart businesswoman," concludes the old hominid as she walks away,
But when it comes to love, baby, you've got a lot to learn..."

#84 Added by Canillia 6 months ago [fr] 

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Pyr was sweltering under the merciless sun, and the heat made the air in the working-class district of Route du Sud vibrate.
The shouts of merchants, mingled with the yellow dust kicked up by passers-by, and the smells of spices, tanned leather and sweat filled the atmosphere.
Canillia split the crowd, taut as a rope ready to snap.

Eventually, she spotted it, leaning nonchalantly against a shady wall, a few steps from a small dried-fruit stall.
Lea stood there, arms crossed, an indecipherable expression on her face.
She wore her light Zoraï tunic tied at the waist, leaving her shoulders bare.

His gaze shifted to the Matis without any particular sparkle.

Canillia slowed down, her heart pounding in her chest.

- Hi," she breathed hoarsely.

- Hi," replied Lea, dryly.

A heavy silence settled in. The crowd continued to mill around them, indifferent.

- I've come all the way here to apologize," Canillia tried, feeling insecure.

Léa raised an eyebrow.

- Ah? So you found a niche between two reports?

Canillia felt the blow, but remained calm.

- I screwed up... I know I left you out.

- Put aside?" repeated Léa, inclining her head.
Are you serious right now?


I wasn't "sideways", Canillia, I wasn't even in your field of vision anymore.

She straightened up, leaving the wall to face Canillia, her eyes burning with restrained anger.

- No matter how gifted you are, didn't you see I was burning up?
Didn't you feel that you were losing what we had?

Canillia lowered her eyes, the weight of guilt crushing her.

- I want to fix it," she murmured.

- Repair? Léa laughed bitterly. You fix a broken piece of furniture, not a story that's falling apart.

Canillia felt a wave of despair wash over her.

- Tell me what to do... Please, Lea.

Léa stared at her for a long moment, her expression oscillating between hardness and tenderness.

- What you have to do? Choose.
Between me and your damn secrets.

Because I don't want to be a shadow in your life, an option when you've got nothing else to do.

Canillia felt her legs buckle under the pressure.

- I love you," she breathed, tears welling up in her eyes.

- Then prove it," Lea said softly, but with implacable firmness.

The dam gave way.
Canillia burst into tears, her shoulders shaking with pain too long contained.

Léa looked at her for a moment, then her expression softened.
She took a step towards her, then another, and finally drew her into her arms.

- Come here," she murmured.

Canillia let herself go against Lea, her tears wetting the light tunic.

- You're a real head-turner, you know?" Léa breathed, gently stroking his hair.

Canillia lifted a face still ravaged by emotion, desperately seeking an ounce of forgiveness.
Léa finally smiled at him, that warm smile that had always been her light.

- But you're my head," she added, before kissing him gently.

The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the warmth of this suspended moment.

#85 Added by Canillia 6 months ago [fr] 

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Yrkanis' office was bathed in soft light filtered through the heavy, dark-green linen curtains.
Outside, the familiar sounds of the city rustled, but here, everything seemed suspended, frozen in an almost palpable tension.

Canillia was sitting in front of her writing desk,
a single sheet of immaculate vellum laid before her, its header marked with the Tree of the Alkiane Order.
The quill, which she held firmly between her fingers, remained motionless, as if paralyzed by the weight of the words she couldn't write.

She closed her eyes for a moment, searching for a breath of inspiration that didn't come.

Memories swirled in her mind:
the years spent serving the Order, the missions carried out with determination, the sacrifices made without ever questioning them.
Every line of ink she drew would be a clean cut through this part of herself.

The first word finally landed on the parchment, hesitantly:

*To the Council of the very Filira Order Alkiane...*


But she stopped dead in her tracks.
It sounded too cold, too administrative, like a simple bureaucratic missive.

It wasn't what she wanted.


She let out a hoarse sigh and crumpled the paper furiously. The thud echoed through the room.

- It's not that complicated," she murmured to herself, her jaws clenching.

Yes, it was.
Because in writing this letter, she accepted that this life dedicated to the Order was coming to an end.
She was turning her back on a part of herself that had made her a loyal Alkiën, an anonymous pillar of the Kingdom.

His trembling fingers grasped a new sheet of paper.
This time, she forced the quill to glide across the vellum without stopping.

*To the Board


She paused again. The silence was heavy.

His thoughts returned to Léa, to that final argument.
To this crying need to live, at last, for something other than secrets and missions.

She glanced out the window.
The branches of the Matis dwellings waved gently in the breeze.
Nature continued its course, indifferent to his torments.

Canillia felt a dull pain knot her throat.
"Duty is no longer enough," she thought with resigned bitterness.

A shiver ran down his spine, but with it came a strange sense of calm.
Perhaps this letter, this resignation, was not a weakness, but a form of courage.

The pen then traced the words with greater determination.

*I am resigning from the Filira Ordre Alkiane.


Writing it made her dizzy.

But she went on, because she had to see it through.

When the last line was completed, Canillia let go of the pen, breathless.
A strange mixture of pain and relief came over him.

She had finally found the words, and with them the strength to say goodbye.

She sealed the letter with a firm gesture, affixing the red seal that would bring her departure before the eyes of the Council.

Canillia stood up, holding the envelope like a weight that was both heavy and liberating.
She walked to the door, where her faithful Lyssan was waiting.

- Take this straight to the Council," she said in a voice firmer than she felt.

The homin bowed and left at a brisk pace.

Canillia remained motionless for a moment, her gaze lost.
Her heart still bled from renunciation, but something inside her had begun to heal.

The road ahead was still uncertain.
But for the first time in a long time, Canillia felt as if she were walking towards a life that would finally belong to her.

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#86 Added by Canillia 6 months ago [fr] 

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Canillia walks through the palace's endless corridors, her footsteps echoing faintly against the living walls.
The air is heavy, laden with the heady scent of Matis flowers. Yet an icy chill bites at her skin.
Around her, shadows dance, twisting into grotesque shapes that seem to follow her with their eyes.

It turns at an angle.
Suddenly, Léa's silhouette appears.
Her fiery hair shines in the unreal light, but her eyes are filled with sadness.
Canillia wants to get closer, but the ground gives way beneath her feet, and she falls into an endless void.

Léa's voice echoes around her, soft and distant:

"Why have you forsaken me?"


The floor suddenly appears.
Canillia finds herself in the middle of the Dyron dunes, swept by a scorching wind.
War cries echo in the distance, indistinct silhouettes fight in a cloud of sawdust.
She runs towards them, her heart beating wildly, but the further she goes, the further away they get.

She sees it:
Lea, alone in the middle of the battlefield, surrounded by armed Fyros.
Their faces are distorted with hatred, their eyes blazing with anger.
Canillia screams, her voice breaking in the wind.
She wants to throw herself between them, but her legs are anchored to the ground.

Lea slowly turns his gaze towards her, his eyes cold, foreign.

"You're just a Matis..."


She murmured before disappearing in a swirl of sawdust.

Canillia wakes up with a start, her heart pounding and her breath short.
The shelter is pitch-dark, lit only by the faint glow of dying embers.
She turns her head and sees Lea, peacefully asleep, her face relaxed, almost childlike.

A shiver runs through the old Alkiën.
The dream sticks to him, more real than ever.
She brought a trembling hand to her face, wiping away a tear she hadn't felt fall.
Léa murmured something in her sleep,
she moves slightly, but doesn't wake up.

Canillia gazes at her for a long time, her heart heavy.
She lies down again, staring at the ceiling, eyes wide open.
She doesn't dare close her eyes for fear of falling back into the nightmare.

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#87 Added by Canillia 5 months ago [fr] 

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In the hushed intimacy of the Yrkanis mansion, Canillia sat at her secretary's desk, ready to write the report for the Karan.
The subdued light from the carved amber lamps diffused a warm glow, while the Zigs, mischievous companions, chased each other merrily around the room.

Lea Cuini, his partner, was not one to respect social conventions, especially in the presence of Canillia.
Their relationship had gone through some turbulence, not least because of Canillia's commitments to the Alkiane Order.
However, they were now striving to rebuild their bond, emphasizing their love for each other.

Lea approached Canillia, placing her hands gently on her beloved's shoulders.

- Are you still working, Cani?

Canillia looked up, a tired smile on her lips.

- This report won't write itself, my dear.

Lea leaned over to place a kiss on Canillia's cheek, deliberately ignoring any formalities that might have been required.

- Take a break, if only for a moment.

Canillia sighed, grateful for Lea's attention.

- Okay, but just for a moment.

They sat together on the living-room cushions, watching the Zigs play around them.
The comfortable silence that settled between them testified to their new-found complicity.

After a few moments, Canillia stood up, determined to finish her work.

- I've got to get back to it.

Léa nodded, understanding.

- I'll be here when you've finished...

With a final smile, Canillia returned to her secretary, her heart lighter thanks to Lea's loving presence.

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#88 Added by Canillia 5 months ago [fr] 

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The "Écume d'Atys" tavern was a discreet refuge nestled in the heart of the Matis Kingdom, prized by those seeking to escape prying eyes.
The dark wooden walls, with their patina of age, were adorned with travel souvenirs and odds and ends, witnesses to the countless stories exchanged here.
The subdued lights of the lanterns diffused a hushed atmosphere, conducive to confidential conversations.
Customers, seated on worn velvet banquettes or around solid salina tables, murmured in low voices, creating a soothing hubbub.

Canillia sat down at a table in a secluded dressing room.
She ordered a dandelion wine and waited patiently.
Shortly afterwards, Lyssan made his appearance.
Tall and slender, he moved with natural ease, his piercing eyes scanning the room before joining Canillia.
He sat down opposite her and carelessly placed a rolled-up parchment on the table.

- Good evening, Cani, Lyssan murmured, inclining his head slightly.

- Lyssan, she replied, shaking her head. Do you have any news for me?

Lyssan glanced around to make sure no one was listening, then leaned forward slightly.

- I have a lead on Aelyne's contract, he said in a low voice.
Ser Ciochini Cuisi, secretary at Ore Altae, is a compulsive gambler.
He owes my uncle a considerable sum.

Canillia raised an eyebrow, interested.

- Considerable how?

- Enough to make him desperate," replied Lyssan with a smirk.

Canillia raised her wine glass to her lips, pondering this new information.

- Do you think your uncle would be willing to assign this debt to me?

Lyssan shrugged.

- It all depends on what you're willing to offer in return.
But I'm sure we can work something out.

Canillia nodded, a slight smile on her lips.

- All right, then. Arrange a meeting.
The sooner we act, the better.

Lyssan nodded and stood up.

- I'll take care of it.I'll keep you posted.

He left the tavern as discreetly as he had come, leaving Canillia alone with her thoughts.
She finished her dandelion wine, her gaze lost in the flickering flames of the fireplace, already working out the rest of her plan.

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#89 Added by Canillia 5 months ago [fr] 

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Canillia enters a warehouse in the underbelly of Yrkanis.

The place smells of dust and damp,
The meagre light from the oil lamps casts flickering shadows on the rough-hewn wooden walls.
In the center of the room, a worn and cluttered table is surrounded by a few mismatched chairs.
Sitting there, Lyssan's uncle, an imposing homin with graying temples, smokes a bone pipe, his piercing gaze scrutinizing Canillia as she approaches.

- Well, mates, who's this? Little Canillia, back in the neighborhood,

said the uncle in a husky voice, a smirk on his face.

- Sit there, girl.

Canillia settled down opposite him, instinctively adopting the language and accent of her childhood.

- Hi, Uncle.
It's been a while.

- Yeah, a long time.
You've come a long way from the back streets of Yrkanis.
Now you come to me. What do you want, girl?

Canillia rested her elbows on the table, crossing her fingers.

- I'm not going to make a big deal out of it.
I've heard you have a certain Ser Ciochini Cuisi who owes you a lot of money.

Uncle raised an eyebrow, puzzled.

- It can be done.
Why do you care?

- I want to buy back his debt.

Uncle burst into a low laugh, shaking his head.

- You want to buy back his debt?

Listen, girl, business is business.
You've never been a rapist, but you're not tricardy, and your arm isn't as long as it used to be.
So, what can you offer me in exchange?

Canillia held his gaze, impassive.

- I can give you something more precious than dough: a favor.

Uncle stared at her for a moment, then smiled slowly.

- A favor, huh?

You know, in our world, what a favor is worth.

But tell me, what do you want to do with this cave?

Canillia leaned forward slightly, lowering her voice.

- Let's just say I need him to do me a little favor.

Uncle nods slowly, taking a puff on his cigar.

- Okay, girl.
I'll assign this debt to you.
But remember, a favor for a favor.
One day, and that day may never come, I'll come and ask you to do something for me.

Until then, consider this debt as a gift for your success.

Canillia nodded, aware of the weight of this commitment.

- Got it, Uncle. I never forget anything.

Uncle smiled, satisfied.

- Good. Now go do what you have to do. Now go do what you have to do.
And remember, family is everything.

Canillia stood up, shaking hands briefly with her uncle before leaving the warehouse, determined to carry out her plan.

#90 Added by Canillia 4 months ago [fr] 

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Ciochini Cuisi awoke in total darkness, a dull pain pulsing in the back of his skull.
The air was thick with humidity and a pungent musty smell.
Her wrists and ankles were shackled, the varynx leather biting into her skin.
The heavy silence was only disturbed by the steady drip of a water leak somewhere in the darkness.

Suddenly, slow, measured footsteps approach his position.
A door creaks open, letting in a flickering glow that casts dancing shadows on the walls.
A feminine figure emerges from the frame, her robust stature reminiscent of a Fyros.
Her face remains concealed under a hood, her rough accent betraying a foreign origin when she speaks.

- Ser Ciochini Cuisi," she murmurs in a husky, almost growling voice.
You have incurred a significant debt to influential people.

It's time to settle up.


Ciochini Cuisi swallows hard, his dry throat making every word painful.

- I...
I don't have the dappers.
Not yet...

Give me more time, please.


The woman steps forward slowly, her boots scraping the floor.
She leans in close to the archivist, her face still in shadow.

- Time is a luxury you no longer have, Ser...

The terror-stricken man shakes all over his body.

- ...However, there is an alternative.

A service in exchange for your debt.


Ciochini Cuisi's heartbeat quickened, a cold sweat beading on his forehead.

- What a...
what kind of service?

The woman rises to her feet, towering over Ciochini Cuisi.

- My employers want the original of a specific document.
Nothing complicated for someone in your position.
On the other hand, if you do not wish to be implicated by your employer,
You will ensure that no trace remains of the document's existence.

Ciochini Cuisi nods frantically, hope reborn in his befuddled mind.

- Yes, yes, of course. Anything you say.

The woman turns away, heading for the exit.
Before disappearing into the shadows, she throws over her shoulder:

- Don't fail, Ciochini Cuisi.

The consequences would be... regrettable.


The door closes with a sinister creak,
plunging Ciochini Cuisi back into oppressive darkness,
alone with his tormented thoughts and the weight of the threat now hanging over him.

#91 Added by Canillia 4 months ago [fr] 

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Ciochini Cuisi strode hesitantly into the oppressive gloom of an isolated clearing near Davae.
The surrounding trees formed a menacing enclosure, their gnarled branches seeming to close in on him like the claws of terrifying monsters.
Every rustle of leaf, every crack of twig beneath his feet echoed in the nocturnal silence, amplifying his growing anxiety.
The air was heavy and laden with humidity, making his breathing labored and accentuating the clamminess of his skin already covered in cold sweat.
In the center of the clearing, a hooded figure awaited him, motionless and impassive.
Sagaritis's pale glow filtered through the foliage, partially revealing a tattooed face with hard, inexpressive features.
When she spoke, her pronounced rocky accent cut through the silence like a sharp blade.

- Did you bring what we asked for?

Ciochini Cuisi swallowed hard, feeling his throat dry and knotted with fear.
His hands trembled violently as he held out a folder, aware that the slightest misstep could seal his fate.
The homine seized it without a word, breaking the seal with a precise gesture to check the contents.

- Good," she murmured after a moment. You've done your part.

Ciochini Cuisi tried to control the tremor in his voice, but it betrayed his latent terror.

- So... that's it? My debt's forgiven?

The hominin slowly raised her eyes to his, her piercing gaze piercing him through and through, as if probing the depths of his soul.

- For the time being. But remember, Ser Ciochini Cuisi, the Shadows have a long memory.
Don't give us a reason to come back and see you.

An icy shiver ran down the Ore Altae employee's spine.
As his mind raced, he imagined the dire consequences of another encounter with this hominid or her kind.
He nodded frantically, instinctively taking a step back, as if to put some distance between himself and this thinly veiled threat.

With a sneer of contempt on her lips, she looked Ciochini Cuisi up and down.

In a sharp voice, she blurted out:

- Gey-gey-zakun, la-gey-zas urkyan, get out, you make me puke.

The homin felt his stomach knot.
The idea of turning his back on this homine petrified him.

He backed away slowly, his gaze fixed on her, looking for a sign of leniency that was nowhere to be seen.
Shadows danced around them, accentuating the unknown woman's menacing aura.
Under the pressure of her piercing gaze and growing anxiety, he felt his legs wobble.

Panic gripped him, and he was unable to bear the unbearable tension any longer.
He turned and ran, stumbling in his haste to leave the oppressive clearing that seemed intent on engulfing him.
All the while knowing that, despite this frantic race, he could never really escape the shadows that now pursued him.

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#92 Added by Canillia 4 months ago [fr] 

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Under the veil of night, Canillia slipped silently through the winding streets of Yrkanis.
The shadows were his allies, every dark corner a potential hiding place.
She knew the city like the back of her hand, every hidden passage, every secret entrance.
Her objective: the Lakes embassy, where she knew Fleur de Tuber, her mentor and long-time friend, was working late.

After defeating the security devices and forcing the locks of the discreet service entrances,
she entered the Tryker embassy she knew so well.
Without hesitation, she slipped through with the agility of a feline.
The corridors were deserted, with only the distant echoes of the guards.
She progressed cautiously, avoiding lit areas, until she reached Fleur's office.

The door was ajar, revealing the flickering glow of a battered old Tryker lamp.
The hominin slipped in quietly, settling into the shadows and waiting patiently.
Later, footsteps echoed in the corridor.
Fleur entered, closing the door behind him, before jumping at the sight of the figure sitting in his armchair.

- Lake winds, Cani! You almost gave me a heart attack.

Canillia smirked, rising gracefully to her feet.

- Sorry, Fleur. Old habit...

Fleur shook her head, a mixture of amusement and exasperation in her eyes.

- One day, your "old habits" will get you into trouble.

She shrugged, then her expression became more serious.

- I have something important to show you.

She took a folder out of her bag and handed it to Fleur.
He took the document, opened it and scanned the lines, his face closing as he read.

- This is the file and contract which, under the name Hubae, binds Aelyne to Ore Altae.

Fleur looked up at Canillia, a worried gleam in her eyes.

- How did you get this?

She looked away slightly, hesitant.

- Let's just say I had to use some... unconventional means.

Fleur sighed, running a hand through her graying hair.

- Cani, do you realize the risks you've taken?

She nodded, determined.

- For Aelyne, it was worth it.

A silence hung between them, laden with unspoken words and shared memories.
Fleur placed the document on her desk, crossing her arms.

- All right, then. We've got that contract. What do you propose now?

Canillia approached, placing a hand on the desk, her gaze locked on Fleur's.

- You're his uncle, his only close relative.
To all appearances, Ore Altae no longer has any proof of its contractual relationship with Aelyne.
It's up to you to decide what you want to do with it.

Fleur closed her eyes for a moment, weighing the weight of this responsibility.
When he opened them again, a new resolve shone through.

- Okay, Cani. I'll think about it. But promise me one thing.

She inclined her head, attentive.

- More... "unconventional" methods.
We need to proceed with caution.

Canillia smiled mischievously.

- Oy, Fleur, but you know me, I can't promise you anything.

He sighed again, but a smile softened his features.

- Go on, off you go before someone sees you here, and give Lea a kiss for me.

She nodded, then, in one fluid movement, disappeared like a draught, leaving Fleur alone with his thoughts and the contract.
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