In retrospect, they made the right choices at every crucial juncture and ultimately achieved the best results.
The woman who caused a ruckus in the square successfully found her sister with the help of the government, and the government also realized what the people needed and took action to make amends.
And everything that has happened since I left the Royal Castle tonight has been interconnected, leading to this positive outcome.
Thinking of this, Dingle felt a mix of emotions and chuckled softly.
"What's wrong, Colonel?" Smythe asked, puzzled.
Dingle shook his head, but then suddenly whispered, "That... Pota's sister, isn't she...?"
As he spoke, he pointed to his head and lowered his voice considerably: "Is there something wrong here?"
Smed paused for a moment, then whispered, "It seems there is a little bit, but only a little bit. After Pota woke up, she seemed just like a normal person... she didn't seem any different, and she's quite pretty."
"Why don't you ask her yourself later?"
“You rascal…” Dingle rolled his eyes, then said with a meaningful look, “Now I know why you stayed in Salibia to open a bakery.”
Smed blushed immediately, scratched his head and said, "The family's traditional skills cannot be lost. I must inherit them and carry them forward."
“Alright,” Dingle said, taking two steps back.
"Now that you've found your direction for the future, go for it."
"It's getting late, I have to go back now, you should go back too, see you next time."
“Alright, Colonel, I’ll send you some once I open my bakery,” Smythe said with a smile.
“Okay.” Dingle was about to turn around, but suddenly stopped and continued:
"When you put on the uniform, your duty is to protect your country. Now that you've taken off the uniform, do you know what you're supposed to do?"
Smed straightened up, gave Dingell a crisp military salute, and said in a resounding voice:
"Defending our homeland remains our primary responsibility, and that will never change!"
Dingle returned the salute and said, "I will keep my duty in mind."
"But now, go and embrace your new life."
After speaking, Dingle turned and walked toward the carriage. Smed's eyes reddened, but he said nothing and watched Dingle get into the carriage.
"Let's go," Dingle called out, and the carriage slowly moved forward, while the adjacent carriage also slowly moved forward.
"Ring ring..."
The clear, melodious sound of bells rang out again on the street. The two carriages moved away from each other, and Dingle leaned against the side of the carriage again, the window still open.
A gentle breeze blew in, and he took off his hat, staring blankly out the window.
Amidst his jumbled thoughts, Pota's pale blue pupils suddenly surfaced in his mind, prompting Dingle to murmur to himself:
"I remember seeing this before... but who...?"
Suddenly, he remembered where this vague sense of familiarity came from.
Hadra X. von Palen.
"Yes, he has the same eye color..."
"Speaking of which... St. Mary's Hospital... was named after his youngest daughter and was founded... It's all fate..."
Muttering to himself, Dingle looked up at the night sky.
A bright moon hung in the sky, and he slowly closed his eyelids. The pure white moonlight covered his face like silk.
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