His gaze swept over them quickly.

Seraphine spoke softly.

“It was Nico.”

“Last night…he hit someone in the grey zone inside and outside Baro.”

She paused.

As if suppressing fear.

“He said it wasn’t intentional.”

“It was raining, visibility was poor, the road was slippery…”

Dante’s fingers stopped on the pages.

His voice turned somber.

“Is the person dead?”

Seraphine nodded.

The air instantly chilled.

Dante continued, his tone now serious, as if handling a case.

“Identity.”

“Has it been confirmed?”

“Have the family been contacted?”

Seraphina shook her head.

Her hand unconsciously went to her throat.

That detail flashed through her mind.

“No.”

“Nico said…the person was thrown into the air, crashing directly into the windshield.”

“The face is disfigured.”

“There’s nothing to confirm the identity.”

“And no one has claimed the body.”

She spoke these words softly.

As if recounting an accident unrelated to herself.

Dante remained silent.

The silver lighter in his hand was held between his fingers.

He turned it gently.

Click.

Click.

The flame flickered, then went out.

“Speed.”

“Surveillance footage.”

“Witnesses.”

His questions were precise and calm. Like a machine.

“Within eighty miles.”

“The incident occurred in the gray zone; there are no surveillance cameras.”

“It's raining; nobody's around.”

Seraphina lowered her head.

“Dante…you'll help him, won't you?”

Dante didn't answer immediately.

He looked at the documents.

His gaze grew increasingly intense.

“Did Nico flee?”

“Did he conceal the speed?”

Seraphina suddenly looked up.

Her eyes reddened.

“Are you doubting me?”

Her voice trembled.

“He contacted the hospital immediately.”

“After confirming the death, he went to the military police to turn himself in.”

“He's still inside.”

Tears streamed down her face.

“Dante, you're all I have left.”

These words.

completely shattered him.

Dante immediately reached out and pulled her into his arms.

“I’m not doubting you.”

“I’m helping you.”

“I need all the details to reduce his sentence at the committee.”

His tone was low, yet carried an undeniable control.

“I’ll handle this.”

Seraphina buried her face in his chest, crying even harder.

“You must save him…”

“I can’t lose any more family…”

Dante held her tightly.

His voice was solemn.

“I will protect him.”

One sentence.

That was the verdict.

In this city, if he said he could live, he wouldn’t die.

I stood beside them.

Suddenly, I felt ridiculous.

So my life.

Worth only a defense.

After a while.