Far from Buenos Aires, in the town of Isla del Cerrito, was Ana María Pucheta, who was driving Candado crazy by going back and forth. To keep her away from him all day, he assigned her the important task of showing Liv around the town and also taking Hammya with her so he could peacefully sign Liv's forms, which were necessary for her to stay in the guilds.
As they left, the sky clouded over, and it looked like it would rain soon. Just as Hammya, the last to leave, crossed the door, she turned to look at Candado. He watched her, then looked at the sky with a neutral expression, reopened the door, grabbed an umbrella, and handed it to Hammya.
"Good luck," he said coldly.
He closed the door and locked it.
Hammya walked away from the house and opened the umbrella. As they walked, the door suddenly opened, and Walsh came running to catch up with them.
"Wait!" he shouted as he approached.
"Hello, Walsh!"
"You didn't need to shout at me," he replied with a smile.
"Can I help you with something?" Hammya asked, holding the umbrella over her head as it began to drizzle.
"Yes, I'd like to join you. I don’t know you or the Chinese sword."
"I’m Liv."
"Well, hello Liv."
Walsh cleared his throat and extended his hand to Hammya, who shook it politely.
"I’m Darío Walsh, member of the Roobóleo guild."
"He’s our record keeper. In other words, he schedules everything that happens inside and outside the circle. He’s been away for a few months. He’s also a strategist."
"But there wasn’t a plaque on his seat," Liv commented.
"That’s because his chair is stored in the meeting room. That’s why you didn’t see it."
"Wow, I thought everyone had forgotten about me," Walsh said jokingly.
"That’s not true. The guild isn’t the same without you. Now that you’re back, it will be more fun," Hammya said.
"But... you always slack off," Clementina interjected.
"Silence, it’s not fun doing it alone. It’s better in a group."
"Thanks, I feel much better now. I thought I’d be a bother," Walsh replied.
"Friends are never a bother," Pucheta assured.
"Except you," Clementina said sarcastically.
"Don’t be like that, Clementina," Walsh replied, trying to mediate.
"Ooh, how sweet," Pucheta said while hugging him.
Clementina took him by the shoulder and moved him away from her.
"Jealous?" Pucheta teased.
"Your hugs would finish off any living being."
The group laughed and continued on their way, leaving the president inside the house, busy helping his companions. Candado was cleaning his office, dusting, polishing, and sweeping. He had rolled up his white shirt sleeves to avoid getting it dirty. Removing the dust from the wooden floor was a bit tricky, but thanks to his powers, he could remove and dispose of it without any problems. He cleaned his desk and then dusted off each book on the shelf before putting them back in place.
At that moment, he picked up a white-covered book and cleaned it until he stopped upon reading the title: Rain of Dreams by Axel Miguel Copas, a story told by the author himself. It was a book Gabriela used to read to him when he was afraid of the dark, as she identified with the protagonist, both fearing darkness. She believed in the existence of demons and evil sprites, especially Pombero, while Candado feared going blind forever when the light disappeared or that some entity would steal his sight.
Gabriela would turn on the light on her nightstand and read him that book, which told the story of a girl facing her worst fears to save her family. In this way, she encouraged her brother to face his own fears indirectly.
Candado smiled upon seeing the book in his hands again. He had never read it himself; it was always Gabriela who read it to him. As he grew older, and even though he could read it himself, she continued reading it to him, telling him that it would prepare him for when he had a child. Those were her words when Candado once asked her about her way of treating him. However, that wasn’t the only reason; she also did it because she loved him very much.
Standing with the book, smiling as he looked at it, Candado placed his hand on the spine.
"Well, are you going to move or just stand there staring at the book like a fool?" said a voice.
Candado looked up and turned around, still holding the book.
"Ah, Kruger, as repulsive as ever."
Kruger was holding a mop in one hand and a red bucket in the other. His sleeves were rolled up, and he wore a black apron tied around his body. He had red latex gloves that almost reached his elbows.
"I can't stand dirt, it completely disgusts me."
Candado bit his lips to keep from laughing at Kruger’s appearance, who called himself a killer, cruel, evil, satyr, sadistic, and psychopathic. It was ironic to see him dressed like a housewife entering a home overrun with spiders, dirt, mold, and dust.
“Well, ‘mega killer,’” he puffed his cheeks and made a rasping noise with his lips. Then he covered his mouth with his fist, cleared his throat, and continued, “Tell me, do you need anything?”
“Yes, the area where you keep your papers is a complete mess.”
“Did you use the mop, by the way?”
“Yes, though I can’t believe someone like you leaves piles of papers on the floor.”
“Wow, you’re...”
“Silence, I’m not done! Tell me, why the hell don’t you store your damn notes in a cabinet that’s sold right around the corner?”
“It’s easy to find things this way, at least for me, of course.”
Kruger raised his eyebrows and left.
“In the end, it seems the Barreto brothers are very similar,” he said as he left.
Candado turned around and put the book back in its place.
“Wow, I thought you’d do something else, but I was wrong.”
“Tínbari, why am I not surprised?” he responded ironically.
“Relax, I just came to tell you something.”
“Something?”
Pucheta and the others arrived at the plaza, where they relaxed after a long walk.
“Do you more or less know where each location is?” Pucheta asked while fanning herself with both hands.
“Of course.”
“Are you hot?”
“Aren’t you, Hammya?”
“It’s 15 degrees Celsius,” Clementina said.
“How I wish I had that quality,” Walsh said as he shivered.
“If you want, I can warm you up,” Pucheta offered with her arms extended.
“No, thanks.”
Clementina sat next to Walsh, took a cup of hot coffee from her chest, and handed it to him.
“Thanks,” he said, taking the cup with both hands.
“That’s what friends are for,” Clementina replied kindly.
She then went back to her place and sat next to Hammya, who seemed distracted.
“Is something wrong?” Clementina asked.
“No, nothing,” Hammya hesitated.
“Seriously, you’ve been very thoughtful lately,” Pucheta said, still fanning herself.
“It’s just that…”
“It’s just what?”
“I wanted to know… how did you meet Candado, Ana?”
“Well, that’s a long story, but I’ll give you a summary.”
“Alright.”
“I lived in Resistencias, and at that time I was the leader of a guild called The Illuminated. We had nine members. We weren’t famous, but we were happy doing our jobs, until something happened.”
“What happened?”
“What happened was that my friends betrayed me and kicked me out of my guild. I never knew why, but that’s how it was. I tried to get it back several times, but it didn’t work. So I decided to fight against the guilds and joined the Circuit to make them suffer… and I succeeded. I incriminated them for much worse things, which led to their expulsion from W.O.G.A.B. forever. But my greed didn’t stop there. I wanted to make the guilds suffer even more, and I started working for the Circuit. Day after day I attacked the guild members, and I was at the top. They even promoted me to lieutenant.”
“What happened?”
“What had to happen. My next target was the Roobóleo guild… and its Candado,” she laughed, “Sorry, Candado Ernest Barret.”
Hammya swallowed and asked:
“What happened?”
By that time, Liv and Walsh were also interested in the story.
“I knew the Circuit hated him, but I never knew why. If I wanted to keep climbing, I had to deal with him. But I’d be lying if I said that was the only reason… the truth is, I hated him a lot and wanted to destroy him. When I saw his mission on the board, I thought I finally had something that would take me far, so I took the mission and went to Isla del Cerrito to finish him off.”
“By yourself?” Liv asked.
“No, I went with two other people.”
Hammya, anxious, made a gesture of desperation. She couldn’t take any more interruptions; her curiosity was consuming her.
“Continue, I want to know what happened,” she said, swallowing and clapping quickly.
“We waited for Candado to leave the school,” Ana paused for a moment and looked at the ground.
“Ana?” Clementina asked.
“Wow, that was a long time ago. It feels like all of this is a huge irony of life.”
Three years ago...
Candado was walking down the sidewalk, accompanied by Clementina. He had his left hand in his pocket and was holding a black folder in his right hand, which he was reading.
“There he is, the president of W.O.G.A.B. and Candado of the Roobóleo guild.”
“Really? I didn’t notice, Ricardo. Thank you very much for your help.”
“Pucheta!”
“What do you want, Rico?”
“Stop mocking him,” Tiffany said.
Pucheta laughed and quickly cut off her laughter.
“Seriously, we need to follow him.”
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“We can take him out right now.”
“No, Tiffany. I don’t want to involve innocent people. It’s better if we go somewhere where it won’t be a problem.”
“Let’s follow him.”
The group set off to capture Candado. They walked nine meters behind him, as Pucheta’s research on people who had been defeated by Candado indicated that he could sense someone’s presence from more than five meters away. To be safe, they stayed an additional four meters back. Although, in Pucheta’s mind, whether Candado noticed or not didn’t matter. She was convinced she would defeat him anyway.
“Oh, how strange, he stopped,” Pucheta said.
“Yes, and so?” a voice responded from behind them.
Pucheta quickly spun around, throwing a punch without looking at her target, but she hit the air, as there was no one there.
“Your reflexes aren’t bad, but they’re not great either,” the same voice said.
Pucheta and her companions turned around and saw Candado standing in front of them, with his arms behind his back.
“Why are you following me?” Candado asked.
“WHAT DOES IT MATTER TO YOU!?” Ricardo shouted.
"CHEW SOME GLUE!” Candado shouted back.
“DON’T SHOUT!” Pucheta exclaimed.
“Fine, I won’t shout,” Candado replied calmly.
Tiffany ran toward him, but Candado grabbed her by the neck and gently pushed her back to where she was before.
“That wasn’t funny,” Candado said.
Pucheta stepped forward and approached him until they were just inches apart.
“What does a Circuit want from me, girl?”
“Your life,” Pucheta replied with a smile.
“Another cliché phrase. Believe me, I’ve seen scarier faces than yours, girl.”
“I’m not interested. I’m going to…”
“I accept.”
“What?”
“What you heard. If you want to fight, I can help you.”
“Okay.”
“But not in a public place.”
“Are you afraid of hurting someone?” Pucheta asked sarcastically.
“No, I just hate crowds.”
Ana responded with a punch, which Candado stopped effortlessly.
“You’re pathetic when it comes to patience, girl…”
“LET GO!” Pucheta shouted, clenching her fists. Then she calmed down and continued, “Stop calling me girl. I’m Ana María Pucheta.”
“Pucheta? Like my mom’s stew?” Candado asked, showing a serious smile.
Pucheta fumed but then broke into a wide grin.
“I see you enjoy annoying others.”
“It depends, girl.”
“I’M NOT A GIRL!”
“Then, old lady.”
“Do you want me to kill you here and now?”
“Come to the park in...” Candado pulled out a watch from his vest and checked it. “Oh, well, I won’t have time to eat,” he then put it away and looked her in the face. “In twenty minutes.”
“You don’t think…”
Candado turned around and began to walk away.
“He’s running away,” Tiffany said.
“No, miss, he wouldn’t do that.”
“So where is he going?”
“To where the wind guides me and my heart dictates.”
“He’s heading to the square,” Ricardo said.
“How do you know?”
“I can tell when someone is lying, Pucheta. His heart is literally telling me he’s going to the square.”
“Correction, I’m not lying,” Candado said as he walked away.
“That... that’s true... how strange.”
“Strange? I like it,” Pucheta said with a smile, then quickened her pace.
“It’s time to move,” Tiffany said, following Pucheta.
Ricardo kept staring at Candado’s back.
“Are we going or not?” Tiffany asked.
Ricardo continued to watch Candado’s figure.
“Ricardo, is something wrong?”
“We need to be careful with Candado. His heart is white.”
“White?”
Ricardo suddenly looked down and started coughing. He then knelt, red tears streaming from his eyes.
“God! What’s happening to you?” Tiffany rushed to him and helped him stand.
Tiffany’s words alerted Pucheta, who was walking away. Seeing Ricardo on the ground, coughing and suffering, she ran back to them, glancing at Candado.
Candado remained still, hands in his pockets, facing away, not looking at what was happening.
Tiffany helped Ricardo up and wiped the bloodstains from his cheeks and lips.
“It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s over,” she comforted him.
Pucheta turned to Ricardo.
“What did you see?”
“His heart is white, Ana. I don’t think it’s a good idea to fight him. I tried to get closer, but I felt...”
“What did you feel?” Pucheta asked.
“Fear. It might sound crazy, but I felt like Candado was choking me.”
Pucheta watched as Candado’s silhouette disappeared around a corner.
“Candado, what are you?” Pucheta asked with a smile.
The trio arrived at the square, where, to their surprise, Candado was already waiting, crouched down, watching a group of ants pass by.
Pucheta approached from behind.
“You’re quite intriguing.”
“I don’t care,” Candado replied without looking up.
Pucheta moved closer and raised her foot to crush the ants, but Candado reacted quickly, placing his hand where she was about to step, surprising both her and the group. He had stopped a fatal blow.
“Man is violent, like everything in nature, but...” Candado looked up, “we have the tools to do more damage than any other species.”
Pucheta withdrew her foot and took a step back abruptly upon seeing his violet eyes.
Candado lowered his head and continued watching the ants.
“We harm those around us, cut down more trees than we need, kill more animals than we need to eat, leading them to extinction.”
“You’re insane.”
Candado looked up, and his eyes burned with a violet flame.
“We’re all insane.”
He then stood up and clenched his fist.
“I eat meat, so do you. I wear leather, so do you. We are disgusted by how an animal is killed, yet we consume its flesh anyway. We’re all insane, but let’s not talk about me. You wanted a fight, so I’ll give you one.”
Candado appeared dangerously close to her in the blink of an eye. Pucheta, frightened, used her elbow to strike him in the chest, but just as she was about to hit him, Candado vanished and reappeared behind her. Pucheta crouched and kicked at his legs, but Candado leaped, grabbed her by the head, and threw her against a nearby sculpture. Pucheta, using her hand, decapitated the sculpture without taking her eyes off Candado. She then took the head of the statue and threw it at him. Candado stood firmly, waiting for the head to hit him, but just as it got close enough, it disintegrated upon entering his aura.
“Sorry about the architect,” Candado said.
Pucheta leaped from the sculpture and charged at him with incredible speed, causing nearby trees to shake.
“Bad idea,” Candado commented.
He bent down and extended his hands, opening and closing them slowly, while stopping blinking. When the smoke ball propelled by Pucheta was close enough, Candado clenched his hands and pulled it towards him. As the dust cleared, he had Pucheta’s legs in his hands. Then he stood up and threw her to the right, impacting against a construction wall.
Candado took out a notebook from his pocket and, writing aloud, said, “Pay Professor Sonsa for the destruction of his house.”
He put away his notebook as Pucheta, filled with rage, emerged from the rubble holding a brick in her right hand.
“Girl, you should never use speed against me. It’s very easy for me to stop someone like that.”
Pucheta gritted her teeth, and her eyes began to turn a fierce red. Candado squinted and drew his machete. Pucheta threw the brick, which Candado sliced through with his machete, but behind the object appeared a red light approaching at high speed. Surprised, Candado couldn’t react in time, and the light struck him in the chest, propelling him out of the square and crashing into a car, which he demolished with his body.
Pucheta’s eyes returned to their original color as she smiled.
“How satisfying,” she said, while tying her disheveled hair back.
A man ran out and started yelling at Candado for destroying his car. Candado, irritable, picked up his hat, took a gold ingot from his pocket, and threw it at the driver before charging towards Pucheta with fury. Pucheta smiled and ran towards him. When they were close enough, a thunderous explosion shook the ground, raising a cloud of dust as the earth cracked. Ricardo and Tiffany ran towards the scene.
When they arrived, they saw nothing. The dust was so thick that visibility was impossible. However, from within the cloud, sounds of blows could be heard, and a light that shone first in violet and then in red was visible. It was clear that the red belonged to Ana and the violet to Candado.
As the dust settled, Pucheta looked visibly pleased, while Candado maintained his serious expression. The girl wanted to finish Candado off, but seeing how formidable he was, she decided to prolong the fight to weaken him.
But it didn’t work that way. The fight continued until nightfall, and neither of them showed signs of exhaustion. The spectators, in complete silence, had not moved from their spots.
Pucheta poured everything she had, but it wasn’t enough. Then Candado stopped.
“What’s the matter?” she asked.
“It was enjoyable playing with you, but I need to go home. It’s getting late, and I’m sure I’m causing someone concern.”
Ricardo and Tiffany positioned themselves behind Candado.
“You’re not leaving until this is over,” Ricardo said.
“It’s already over; you’ve won,” Candado responded calmly.
“What?” Pucheta asked, incredulous.
“You said you wanted to defeat me, but there are many ways to beat someone, not just in a fight.”
“Are you going to leave like that?”
“Of course.”
Indignant, Pucheta lunged at him, but Candado grabbed her by the neck and slammed her down onto the ground with force.
“Don’t make me hurt you for real. You’ve won, what more do you want?”
“I want the guilds to disappear. Every single one of them.”
Ricardo and Tiffany ran to help her, but Candado moved away, watching them closely.
“Filthy Harambee supporter,” Pucheta spat out, furious.
“Don’t you dare provoke me, Arjona. You won’t be able to defeat me,” Candado replied, unperturbed.
“We’ll see about that,” Ricardo said, turning into smoke and advancing towards Candado.
“Interesting,” Candado commented, unfazed.
The smoke began to grow and move dangerously close. Candado drew his machete, threw it, and embedded it in the smoke.
“Predictable,” Ricardo murmured as he dodged the weapon and lunged at him. But Candado violently pulled the machete back, injuring Ricardo’s shoulder, forcing him to materialize.
Taking advantage of the moment, Candado pulled the machete out of Ricardo’s shoulder and struck him in the neck, knocking him away with a single blow.
“One less,” Candado said, sheathing his weapon.
“I’m still conscious,” Ricardo replied, in pain.
“No, step aside, Ricardo. This fight is mine,” Pucheta intervened, determined.
“Do you hate me that much?” Candado asked, frowning.
“All the guilds are trash,” Pucheta snapped.
Candado sighed and narrowed his eyes.
“Again with that...” he murmured.
Determined, Pucheta lunged at him. Candado remained still, waiting. When she was about to strike him, he grabbed her by the shoulders and looked her directly in the eyes.
“PUCHETA!” Ricardo and Tiffany shouted, rushing to her aid, but something or someone was holding them back.
Pucheta struggled but couldn’t free herself from Candado. That was when her eyes began to turn completely dark.
“Now tell me, why do you hate the guilds so much?” Candado asked in a soft but authoritative voice.
“Pucheta, hold on!” Tiffany cried out, distressed.
Candado kept his gaze fixed on her.
“Show me what you hide deep in your heart,” he ordered.
Candado’s completely black eyes saw all of Pucheta’s memories. Her friends, her family, her comrades... even the day she was betrayed, judged by the Traffic Lights, and expelled. He understood everything in that moment.
After collecting what he needed, Candado released her and stared into the void.
“I see now, that’s what happened.”
Pucheta stood up, and the field surrounding them vanished.
“Pucheta!” Ricardo and Tiffany exclaimed as they reached her.
“Are you okay?” Tiffany asked, concerned.
Pucheta waved them off with a hand and stepped forward.
“What did you do to me?” she asked Candado.
Candado slowly turned his head and looked her in the eyes.
“I just saw your memories and your resentments.”
“How dare you?! I’m not going to...”
“You’re an idiot,” Candado interrupted.
“What did you say?” Pucheta asked, outraged.
“Why didn’t you come to see me after what they did to you?”
“Why would I go to the one who requested my expulsion?”
Candado’s eyes returned to normal.
“What are you talking about? I didn’t sign anything, I was never informed of such a thing.”
“You’re an idiot! Pucheta gave her most loyal services to the guilds, and they treated her like trash. That’s how all guild members are. You give everything, your sweat, blood, and tears, and they throw you away,” Ricardo said, interrupting the conversation.
Candado looked at him intently.
“I have never unjustly expelled anyone. My position carries great responsibility, and what happened to Pucheta happened behind my back. But I can return your guild to you.”
“It no longer exists. Everyone was expelled and scattered. Once it was empty, I burned it.”
“Well, in that case…”
“What? Are you going to say I’m a criminal?”
“No, by no means. I’m just going to say that you’re an idiot.”
Indignant, Pucheta lunged at him with fury.
“It doesn’t matter what you do.”
Pucheta threw a punch, and Candado blocked it with his palm.
“It doesn’t matter what you say.”
She tried again, but Candado dodged the blow and pushed her away.
“You’re someone who was deceived. I would never have expelled someone as formidable as you,” Candado said firmly.
Candado pulled a badge from his vest and threw it to her. Instinctively, Pucheta caught it and examined it.
“Due to the negligence of the Traffic Lights and, of course, my fault, you were expelled from the guilds. You felt betrayed, but…” Candado looked up, glancing at the band tied to his arm. “If one is loyal to Harambee, they continue to help from the shadows. The mistake many make is thinking that the W.O.G.A.B. is Harambee, when in reality, Harambee is Harambee. No one can replace it, not even me.”
“What are you trying to tell me with all this?” Pucheta asked, confused.
“You are who you are. I am who I am. And Harambee is Harambee.”
Candado knelt down, bowing his head and placing his right hand over his heart.
“I apologize for not realizing the harm I did to you, both myself and the organization. A lock must watch over the well-being of its people, and I failed to do that with you. I’m sorry.”
Pucheta couldn’t believe it. She had the leader of the W.O.G.A.B., the most powerful man of all, kneeling before her.
“Get up, it’s embarrassing,” she demanded.
“That’s why I’m doing it,” Candado replied. “You endured the embarrassment of being exiled; I will endure the same.”
“But you don’t care what others think, that’s why you do it.”
“I regret to say that I don’t care what others think of me, but rather what my family thinks of me.”
“You’re very strange.”
“I can’t return you to your old guild, but I can offer you a place in mine.”
“And if I refuse?” Pucheta challenged him with her gaze.
“I won’t be able to do anything, and I’m willing to suffer any punishment.”
Pucheta smiled and said:
“Tiffany, Ricardo, from now on we’ll be enemies.”
“What? Aren’t you going to trust his word?” Tiffany asked, surprised.
“I’ve unjustly prejudged Candado. I’ve always followed Harambee, but I forgot why I did it. She… she was someone great, brave. I was blinded by hatred towards the false people who called themselves followers of Harambee. I must also apologize for having acted this way.”
“I understand,” Tiffany responded with a sigh.
“Tiffany…”
“She’s already made her decision,” Ricardo said, approaching and extending his hand. “I’ll always be your friend, Pucheta, but I can’t abandon my principles of the Circuits. I want to change the U.F.E.T.C.”
“I hope you’re a good fighter when we meet again,” Pucheta replied with a challenging smile.
Pucheta looked at Candado, approached him, and, placing both hands on his shoulders, lifted him effortlessly as if he were a grocery bag. Then she set him down firmly.
“Tell me, Prez,” she said with a smile.
“Yes?” Candado responded while adjusting the clothes she had wrinkled.
“Where do I sign, boss?”
Present
“From that day on, I became a guild member again,” Pucheta narrated while examining the guild badge. “And this is my new badge, which I vowed to protect.”
“Wow, it’s the first time I’ve heard you say that,” Clementina commented, intrigued.
“Well, yes, to be honest, I was surprised when he knelt down,” Liv added, still impressed.
“Wow, Candado kneeling before someone like you,” Hammya said, enjoying the moment.
“I didn’t know any of that,” Walsh said, somewhat puzzled.
“I must say that Candado is a great friend,” Pucheta said, looking at Hammya. “But I see a future romance between you and him.”
“What?” Hammya asked, blushing.
“Clementina told me everything when they went on a trip to the meadow where Mauricio is stationed.”
Hammya glared at Clementina, showing her anger.
“Seriously, my Hammyita? A kiss? A kiss on the cheek? Oh, I nearly lost my mind with excitement!”
“I see you’re very excited,” Walsh said with a smile.
“I’m more than excited. It’s thrilling!”
“Wow, I never imagined anything like this,” Liv commented.
“Like what?” asked a voice from behind them.
A figure in a white trench coat and a blue beret appeared behind the girls.
“CANDADO!” Hammya and Pucheta shouted in surprise, in unison.
“Is something wrong?” he asked, curious.
“No, no, nothing. Nothing at all.”
“How long have you been here?”
“Since I heard the word ‘thrilling.’”
“Good thing,” Hammya said, letting out a sigh of relief.
“Good thing what? Wait… were you talking badly about me?”
“No, not at all.”
“Why do I feel like you’re mocking me?” Candado narrowed his eyes.
“Come on, Candado, don’t take it to heart,” Walsh said, trying to calm the situation.
“Walsh, don’t speak.”
“Yes, sir.”
“I’ve come because I received a report from Tiffany. I’m sure you know her,” Candado said, pulling out an envelope from his trench coat.
“That’s mine,” Ana María responded with a satisfied smile.
Candado made a face before handing over the letter.
“Congratulations, Ana María. Your little friend has entered the Grand General Council,” he said as he handed over the envelope.
“Thank you, boss,” Pucheta replied as she took the letter.
“Don’t call me that,” Candado replied, somewhat annoyed.
He then turned his attention to Liv and added:
“As for you, everything is in order. You’re officially part of the guild on paper.”
“Thank you,” Liv responded gratefully.
“Who delivered the letter?” Pucheta asked, looking at the envelope she held.
“Tínbari. He raided the mail,” Candado answered indifferently.
“I’ll thank him when I see him,” Pucheta said with a smile.
“Well, the little one made it. I’m very happy. It’s been a while since I saw her,” Candado commented.
“Don’t worry about that, boss. I’m sure with her there, there will be many changes,” Pucheta said confidently.
“Why do you keep calling me that?” Candado asked, frowning.
“Did you forget, boss? I am what I am.”