She Existed

36 Zouteland Street, Blackthorn Security Company.

Leonard stepped down from the carriage and looked at the building, which had been repaired and renovated. His expression was complicated.

That brutal battle had mainly taken place on the street, and the surrounding buildings had only been affected by the aftermath. The outer walls of Blackthorn Security Company had been repainted, and several previously damaged sections had been repaired.

The potholes in the road had long since been filled in, and the spot where the bloody inverted cross had once been drawn no longer bore the slightest trace of red. Yet Leonard still felt that he could smell that nauseating stench of blood.

He had originally believed that he had lost many companions that day. But what if it had not been that simple? Could he still carry the same blazing anger as before and seek revenge for them?

With such a heavy heart, Leonard stepped into the building.

The receptionist was still Rozanne, reading the newspaper. Her reaction to Leonard's appearance was visibly conflicted. She was happy to see an old acquaintance, yet also held an indescribable sorrow and sense of distance. In the end, Rozanne merely greeted him briefly before introducing him to Tingen's current new Nighthawks captain.

This captain was completely unfamiliar with Leonard. Out of courtesy, he exchanged a few pleasantries with this elite member of the Red Gloves before calling in the company's veteran members—Royale, Siga, Frye, and the others.

After so long apart, everyone was quite excited.

"Is the work in Backlund tough?"

Royale asked.

Not just tough. Before coming here today, I had just worked overtime to clean up the backup plan left behind by that damned Devil...

"It's pretty easy."

Leonard smiled. "See? I even had enough free time to come back and visit all