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.

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

the lab first,

just like the one

meticulously

could almost see her mother working diligently

her mother had

emerged from within, followed by a group

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

her eyes catching

to replicate that 3D biological printer, but

operation, Holden and his team had been busy with experiments and

on the report and said, "These numbers are correct, but you've got the

a month, but Vivienne had seen

Admiration was an understatement.

research fanatics, and seeing Vivienne's expertise, they

Vivienne asked, "Who's

crowd parted, revealing a young man holding a copy of Hippocrates' Corpus. His hair was neatly trimmed, his nails clean, and he wore silver-rimmed glasses with a naive yet profound smile. "Ma'am, I'm working on the potions," he said

him up, feeling an odd sense of

hire. Young, yes, but a medical prodigy and quite insightful

handed over his half-finished report. Each word was deliberate and

nodded, impressed by his

I'll report back to the director once I've figured

scribbled a series of numbers.

pondered the numbers for a moment, his eyes brightening. "Yes, this

"How long have

morning," Rex replied casually, clutching the report as he headed to

to medicine. We're

not bothered. However, Rex's dedication reminded her of someone, though that person was not nearly as

they spoke, Percival

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