Illan carried the mayor up to the mansion. Once in, the mayor walked on his own, leaving Illan at the front door.
He walked in and went through a flight of stairs before arriving in a room where the bright lights shined from the ceiling, under which the black-haired girl was looking at her wounds.
"What are you doing?" the mayor asked. "I already treated you. Leave it be."
"I was just checking my wounds," the girl said. "Were you giving a speech? I could hear the speakers."
"Yes," the mayor said. "After what happened yesterday, I needed to calm down the citizens or we could face another rebellion."
The girl scoffed when she heard that.
"Speaking of rebellion, was it you who killed those 3 in the warehouse?" the mayor asked.
"Yes," the girl said without much thought.
"Why did you do that? That led to all sorts of trouble. We have nearly 15 people dead from the conflict last night," he said.
