Chapter 217
Escort Schunek hovered on their tight units, barking sharp orders from above
The wind Guide cut straigin through the hot–headed crowd. Every man instantly cooled
All eyes turned toward the hovercar parked a short distaner away.
The brawling groups, along with the oversight team that had tried breaking up the fight, looked thoroughl embarrassed.
The stinging pain on their skin was a sharp reminder–the Guide had watched every humiliating secondh
Young Sentinels who had been shouting threats moments before fell dead silent. They stepped back. clearing a path through the middle.
Once the area settled, a guard climbed out to open Lyra’s door.
Lyra preferred handling things herself, and she pushed the door open and stepped down onto the ground!
A hush fell over the onlookers, then low murmurs broke out.
“Hey, Ms. Guide–what happened to your forehead p>
Everyone spotted the gauze strip right away, voices mixing curiosity with genuine concern.
Lyra remembered it then. She had left the bandage on purpose back in court, to play up her vulnerability for the judge and jury.
She had completely forgotten about it afterward.
To draw less unwanted attention, she tore the gauze off, revealing smooth, unmarked skin.
This brought no relief to the onlookers.
Powerful medical treatments could mend minor injuries fast. No visible scar did not change the fact that she had been hurt.
“Are you people completely useless? How could you let this happen p>
“What good are you? The Guide gets hurt on her very first day here, and you still dare stand guard over her? I’d throw myself off one of those spire pillars if I were you p>
“You’ve got zero real skill and still act as her detail. Told you we should be the ones protecting her. Not a single hair on her head would ever get harmed p>
Sentinels from different squads boiled over, shouting accusations at Lyra’s assigned guards and escort Sentinels.
The men under fire offered no excuses, just stood and took the yelling
Only when someone grew overly heated would one of them warn in a cold, low voice. “Keep it down. The Guide is still here p>
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Fic shouting died off
People glanced at Lyra’s calm, face, then kept shooting daggers with their stares as the security detai
Even the two factions that had been brawling set aside their own quarrels to glare in unison
Lyra walked straight ahead without glancing sideways. She stopped beside the oversight team
She tipped her head and typed.
“Where is Zev p>
The oversight Sentinels were caught off guard. They had not expected the Guide to address them directly
They glanced at her, then at the Star Brain wrapped around her wrist.
Lyra fixed her gaze on the lead man and waited for an answer.
“Uh… Mr. Korth is in solitary confinement due to certain circumstances p>
Lyra’s brows drew together at once.
He hurried to add, “If you have a message for him, I can pass it along p>
Lyra typed again, “When will he be released p>
“Probably next month”
Lyra felt even more confused.
Zev was rigid, almost robotic, a walking textbook of Federation statutes. How could someone like him break rules badly enough to earn a full month in lock–up? What had he even done?
“Understood. Thank you p>
She finished typing and kept walking toward the main building.
A faint, sweet scent drifted off her as she moved past them.
The Sentinel she had spoken to felt his spirit jolt. His eyes went a little unfocused as he replied. “Y–you’re welcome p>
He stayed dazed even after Lyra had stepped onto the elevator.
OMG! The Guide just thanked me.
His daydream got cut short by a hard fist slamming into his face.
“Who hit me p>
No one answered. The two squads that had been separated moments earlier had started fighting all over again.
Allows thew pary where, and soon the poor oversight Sentinel was coverd in boot j
Nine Lvery single one of you is going to solitary!
The elevator doors slid open. When Lyra turned, she spotted a figure in a crisp white lals coat waiting quetly outside the medical ward door.
Nacl wore a soft, reassuring smile:
“All finished with your business p>
Lyra paused, nodded, and typed her thanks.
Nael lifted an eyebrow, sounding confused. “What are you thanking me for p>
Lyra’s eyes darted briefly backward.
She had been frantic back then, but she had heard everything.
If Nael had not spoken up, her guards and Sentinels would have kept holding her back.
She would have lost precious time and missed Hadrien’s court appearance.
And thanks to his reminder for them to move quickly, even if she had run off alone, she never would have found the courtroom or gotten past the bailiffs outside.
Two short lines from him had made all the difference.
Nael either understood her unspoken meaning or chose not to acknowledge it. He gave a quiet smile and followed Lyra back into the ward room.
“Treating and helping people is simply part of my job p>
It was as if he had answered, yet also as if he had not.
Lyra looked at him a little longer.
Nael held a gentle, well–measured smile. Light glinted in his deep eyes.
Both hands rested tucked inside the deep pockets of his white lab coat. He was tall and straight–shouldered. Underneath the coat, he wore a sky–blue dress shirt, a dark–blue tie knotted neatly just below his prominent Adam’s apple.
His whole look balanced quiet scholarly poise with sharp modern professionalism.
He looked exactly like a top–tier intellectual, carrying that quiet, humble warmth bred from a good upbringing and high–level education.
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