She glanced at Soren's retreating figure, knowing full well her recent tie in combat was just a stroke of luck.

Soren was still nursing an old injury, not yet back in top form.

Percival approached with the detached professionalism of a captain, addressing Anna, "A month from now will be the final assessment. Pass that, and I'll arrange for you to start interning in the lab while carrying out missions."

Anna saluted smartly. "Yes, sir. I won't let you or Vivienne down."

Vivienne watched her with a hint of amusement. The girl was a quick study.

While Leopold drove Vivienne and Percival back to their estate, Anna was left at the Vanguard Agency's training camp to hone her skills.

On the way, Leopold queried, "Vivienne, do you think Anna's got what it takes? The Agency's training isn't for the faint of heart."

Despite Anna's draw with Soren, he was worried.

"If you made it through, she will too," Vivienne replied nonchalantly, leaning on Percival's shoulder.

Percival nodded in agreement, "Right, makes sense."

Leopold glanced in the rear-view mirror, catching the couple's affectionate display, and asked belatedly, "Hang on. What do you mean 'if I made it through'? I'm way better than Anna, okay?" Vivienne lifted her gaze lazily, "She's nineteen. How old are you?"

Leopold fell silent.

Alright, he asked for it. He should just shut up!

With a snap, he pulled down the visor.

Out of sight, out of mind, right?

A month later.

Vanguard Agency officially began. The YQ and TCL labs had merged, keeping the

lab first, taking in the

just like the one her mother,

meticulously restoring it to its former

see her mother working diligently as

walked the path her mother had once

Holden emerged from within, followed by a group

Holden had been orienting his team to the lab's environment

eyes catching an unfinished

replicate that 3D biological printer,

and his team

"These numbers are correct, but you've got the direction mixed up.

researchers' eyes lit up. They had been stuck for a

Admiration was an understatement.

fanatics, and seeing Vivienne's expertise, they eagerly surrounded

asked, "Who's

parted, revealing a young man holding a copy of Hippocrates' Corpus. His hair was neatly trimmed, his nails clean, and he wore

feeling an odd sense of

hire. Young, yes,

over his half-finished report. Each

impressed

to the director once I've figured them out,"

it and scribbled a series of numbers.

a moment,

and said, "How

casually, clutching the report as he headed to his workstation,

"Ma'am, he's utterly devoted to medicine. We're all used to

her of someone, though

Percival

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