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It doesn't take long for Cylia to arrange a transport for us to her requested destination. I suppose being a public servant with Shaman gives you unfair leeway in service. Along the ride, Cylia further introduced us with the details of her request: "We are heading towards 6th Avenue- Beovault's upper border sector. Recently after discovering the encroachment of the Plague, we have evacuated the citizens and enforced a blockade on the district. While my information is limited, I will do my best to answer any question you have." The first question came to my mind is Beovault's Shaman, and thus I asked: "I've heard about Beovault's lead Shaman stopping a large scale infestation last year just by herself. If so, why isn't she notified of this?" Cylia bit lips, then reluctantly, she replied with her voice quivering: "My apologizes on our Shaman's behalf. After stopping the infestation, she has been feeling unwell. Truth to be told- she hasn't left the capital ever since. We- we decided to settle this ourselves without troubling her." "I guess your plan didn't hold out." Nelo chimed in. "A single life of Shaman is worth more than any of us, Solvei. You are the guardian of a Shaman, you should understand this more than anyone." Cylia responded, her voice seemingly regaining her resolution. One Shaman life over all, huh? Still, I'm sure the Shaman would try her best to save this area if she's notified. After all, that's what I'd do.

"I'd like to know about the period between the discovery of the infestation until now, and the countermeasures positioned there." I asked, trying to steer the conversation away. "We've been holding out for almost a month, and the troops dispatched there are Beovaults national guards "What about PMCs?" I asked again. "Due to the secrecy of the situation, we can't exactly contact them. Not that it'll help much. This line of work isn't the most popular, considering the risks usually outweigh the rewards." I guess it's the same anywhere. Unless you are Lioves, no one is going to undertake these type of job unless they're really desperate. Wait.

"We're about to reach the destination. Anymore questions?" Cylia spoke again. Nelo, who has been rather apathetic so far, suddenly asked one question of his own. "You're just gonna hire me just because I wrote those on the resume?" "Admittedly, I've seen many falsified the resumes in my line of work. But just as we believe in our Shaman who saved us, I wish to believe in this Shaman who put her trust in you." "That's it?" "If you die, I'll just have them report your death as "unidentified"."

Just as Cylia replied, we have reached the destination. The advancement of public transport in developed area sure is impressive - the last time I visited Beovault, it would take me hours to travel in-between. As I set set foot into the 6th Avenue, I was greeted with a scenery far cry from Beovault's pristine structures:



Instead of the citizens and visitors, all that present are Beovault Guards, all tensing up at our arrival. Replacing the pristine buildings are wreckage of walls and heavy barricades, all filled with bullet holes. Smokes can be seen at a distant, reaching upwards to the sky- with a cloud of red looming.

Cylia quickly approached the Guards and explained the situation, which have the Guards lowering their edge. Considering how she can just barge into their line, Cylia seems pretty familiar with the entire Squad. "I'd like to talk to the Commander, privately." Cylia said to the Guards, then turned to us- "please wait here for a moment" Watching Cylia being led by one of the Guards among the wreckage, all eyes turned to me -and Nelo. Specifically his sword. Again!?. As we stewed in the awkward silence, suddenly, shouting can be heard in the wreckage where Cylia is. From what I can make out of, it is the exasperated tone of a man and Cylia trying to calm the situation down, capping with "Your expect me to trust some idiot who doesn't even know how to compress his weapon!?" Ouch. I looked at Nelo. For an instant, he gave me a sheepish smile just as fast as his expression turned back to the usual deadpan. I guess it's getting to him, too. Some more commotion followed within the ruin, then Cylia finally returned with the Guard's captain.