"He won't care. Also, try to look for anyone with a similar appearance like him.
I think his current appearance and name are fake."
"It will be done, Young Lady."
"And Clara… stop calling me 'Young Lady', call me Aine."
"Alright, Young Lady."
Aine looked at Clara once more, then let out a helpless sigh.
She then looked toward the setting sun, painting the sky with its orange hue, 'I wish he could make my dream into reality. So you can live a peaceful life, my dear sister.'
Meanwhile, somewhere else, the sun is not setting; instead, it's hanging high in the sky, giving out its dazzling light. In the middle of the desert, two people were riding in a jeep.
"Mara, do we really need to go here?"
"Yes, the farther we are from their location the better. I hope we can pull the Templars' attention here. Took out the artifact now."
