[This is the preview of this chapter, once the chapter is fully released, this note in the bracket will disappear]

Author's note: my hands are a little rusty and brain running wild, so folks give this dude little time to adjust and help him if possible, thanks!

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Throbbing gently and systematically inside of me was my chakra, it played an elegant music similar to the opera. Hung high in the sky was the blazing sun, the scorching heat alone was enough to cause many elderly people faint.

In a commoner's guise, I along with Commander Gordan was patrolling the market area. Yesterday an informant informed us about 'Golden hand' the legendary thief, its possible that he may be making a move on some big-shot today. All that aside, currently I was being squeezed in a crowd.

That massive smell of sweat didactic me about the sufferings of my nose. 'Every cloud has a silver lining' I reminded myself, but these were fine words butter no parsnips. I have to acknowledge the fact that merchants sure are quite wheedling.

'Limited time offer, buy one get one free'

'100% guaranteed goods, after sales service'

'buy from us can become the lucky winner to a draw'

No matter how many people refused them, they would remain inveterate and continue their shouting.

Sweat was trickling down my skin, while I was being roasted alive by sun, the back of my head was so hot that I could mistake it for a pan on burning fire.

Despite all these I was trying my best to remain meticulous to find any clues about Golden hand.

Then there, the ground began to shook and suddenly the wild crowd opened a way in an experienced manner. The carriage was decorated with metallic symbols but the noteworthy thing was the insignia of Holy acadmia on its front.

Followed by the neighs of horse the carriage stopped right in front of me. From there descended two people among a group of guards who were wearing armor that were shining under the light of sun emitting dazzling lights blinding many people.

A young man, with brown hair and an average stature and an angelic blonde with the curves of a devil, and this was when she was young. I quickly recognized them, they were none other than Braids and the impertinent lady Leta.

She had the proper air of a high class noble looking down on people as though they were but merry ants.

People around them quickly became amiable trying somehow to win their favor. Seeing this Leta's haughtiness soured to the seven skies, her body becoming more lithe and luminous under the countless rays of the sun. It was truly a breath taking site to behold but that was only until this comely lady kept her demure.

'Why did we have to get here under the rampaging sun, are imperial uncles finally gone mad' she cried under the excessive heat, waving her hand up and down near her face like a fan.

'Come on sister, look! just how many beautiful angels there are, simply waiting for this fisherman' laughed Braids while secretly eyeing some of the women.