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And then, a male child who looked like a five-year-old waved while the nanny who followed bowed and greeted Dante like he was a noble. Clarrie began to think as if she was guiding a prince in the hallway—Less harmful than being called Auntie—but it was still a little odd.

The next portion of the building had beige wall color with a red, intentional splash of extra paint in the lower part of the wall. They progressively turned left to walk on a different path as Dante patted the child's head like he was the big brother in the view. Something felt wrong as Clarrie studied back Dante's actions now. Instead of saying out loud about the thoughts that got into her mind, she just let Dante continued.

Well, they already did turn to a right path after going west at the main point. This was why Clarrie and Dante encountered some people, but they did not mostly wear the cadet uniforms. They wore slave clothes. While Clarrie was surprised by how the people approached Dante, he, on the other hand, was having a rough time holding back his alarming movements. Clarrie noted herself that with some strange boy, she was more than enough to make him scared.

The child smiled and asked Dante, "Can I go with you?"

Clarrie could not respond to the child. And whomever Dante was, she must know that it was better to play safe than to act rashly in this kind of matter. In addition, Dante did not respond to the question; instead, he kept walking. This means he might not allow the child to go with them. Yet, the child did not have to think hard about Dante's answer. The five-year-old continued to follow them with his nanny too.

They had correspondingly walked a long way after she noted that there was also a small pond with no trees, only a few preserved plants could be seen inside Port Pampanga, and it was like an all-in-one place to be called 'Mini City' as she can grasp. Yet, somehow, it has a traditional clean end and beginning arrangement. Not to forget that the pathway also had a little Bermuda grass on each side.

The sound of their footsteps was a bit loud, attracting the other workers in the Port. Done with a series of seconds, they again talked with a cadet. Then, they finally agreed to let the five-year-old kid watch the ongoing training on the field. Giving the five-year-old kid a chance to be away from Dante's side, making the nanny follow as well, Dante could finally tell himself, "It is better that I could do these things." Clarrie unexpectedly felt doubtful for a long time in her entire life. The feeling surprised her. A first bit of realizing that she sees towards not having that choice, that dominance, just like what Dante did.

Wait, nope. It was wrong. She was thinking about what she had just distinguished between her and Dante. Before she could avoid being transparent with her reaction, Dante watched the woman near him as he recalled once more that she was looking for the General.

A dozen cadets were about to bump with Clarrie; however, Dante pulled her to clear the way, her muscles were like a pony, solid, but she did not have broad shoulders. Dante guesses that she might be one of those enslaved women.

Clarrie did not see the cadets going toward her until Dante dragged her away with the situation nearly too late.

"Auntie, do not space out in the middle of the pathway. Because I do not like to be delayed."

For a second, she wanted to be thankful that Dante grabbed her, and at the same time, she instantly changed the being 'thankful' with 'bothersome boy.'

Dante thought she would not move; therefore, he pinched her arm harder to avoid additional risk. "Ouch!"

Clarrie scoffed, hurriedly facing Dante with a puckered brow. "What on heavens plan are you doing?" Dante lazily looked at her, raising an eyebrow to let her see that he was serious about heading to the General's area quickly, ogling at her sideways.

"Unbelievable, a young boy like you must not act this way." She added. The wind shortly spread her hair around her face like a marsh puddle.

Dante gave her a look of disgust, she was also dazed by the wind, and yes, her face was not as pretty as the Princess, not even comparable to an average woman. In her opinion, she was just an ugly, enslaved person. No matter how she thinks pretty as what Princess Zina Foster would have said.

"I have my own business to deal with, and taking you to the General is not theoretical to be arranged in my lists, Auntie." Dante reminded as he stretched his hands outward, palms spread wide, locking his fingers together.

Clarrie focused her gaze on the direction of the General's room, but her eyes gradually moved until she observed Dante walking on his own without coming up for her to follow.

"I could not imagine that there is a kid different from the rest here, and I am quite near him as I speak. How amusing, giving me a forceful reply. The kid himself is a fearless rabbit. Am I right?" Dante was caught off guard by her making a new nickname for him, 'Fearless Rabbit.' And for a second, he could only sneer at her.

"Auntie, do you always like to annoy the young ones like me?" He asked, raising his head slightly upward before he started walking. His eyes were looking at the floor of the following path; there was a large door as an entrance, with an unusual black mark on the corner—it had people's hands along with their fingers.

She pretended not to hear what Dante asked to tell him, "We should be more cautious since this area takes a black mark on the entrance. I did not even know why they have it here."