"Miss Nina."

The call immediately snapped Nina out of her thoughts. She looked up instinctively to see a soldier standing at the door. "You're looking for me?" she asked.

"Yes, the Yaren tribe sent over a large shipment of supplies, and they specifically requested that you sign for it." "Alright."

For the past five years, no matter where she was, the Yaren tribe had consistently arranged for large shipments of supplies to be sent her way. It was always someone else delivering them. Micah and the Pharaoh never appeared.

But every month, a large sum of money would be deposited into her account. The supplies helped the impoverished locals and improved the soldiers' meals, so Nina had no reason to refuse. Plus, she did not have to see Micah or the Pharaoh. She patted Orion on the head. "I have to go out for a bit. Be good and don't run off."

Orion nodded.

Seeing how Orion preferred to remain silent, Nina's heart felt heavy. If the embassy could not arrange for someone to help, she would contact Wilfred to have him come and take a look.

to speak could be a sign of autism, and he

As usual, she

called out, and she

was Micah, dressed in a white shirt, smiling warmly. Five years had passed, and Micah was still the same. He was refined,

tribe was now entirely in Micah's hands. The tribe had unified, establishing friendly relations with Birkham, bringing peace and prosperity. Nina was aware of all this, but

had come personally to deliver supplies, she

you need from

signed her name on the form and handed it to the soldier next to her. "Go ahead and check the supplies. This is a friend, and I need to talk to

to check the supplies, Nina

she got closer, Micah's eyes filled with a hint of sadness.

"Years of running around, it's hard not to get thinner and

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