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It wasn't just cigar and vinyl sent to Venezia Senior's room that night. There were also detailed business and personnel records of Venezia Trucking for the past year.

Anyone who was closely associated with Venezia Junior got rooted out, and the City Hall cazzi came into work the next day to a thick pile of self-reports lying on their table.

Venezia Senior cut ties so swiftly and decisively that City Hall couldn't find fault. Venezia Trucking will get a full makeover but won't be shut down. Venezia Junior's impact was reduced to a minimum.

The famiglie sure are finding new and... clever ways of dealing with traitors in Nuova Volsinii.

The don really struck like thunder, didn't he? I thought he came for the festival.

We'd've been rotting behind bars by now, if we'd listened to you and stayed there.

What's the difference?

We lost all our citizen points, and we gotta start again from scratch... once again, we got nothing left.

Well, not exactly nothing...

Capone casts his gaze at the intersection, where a familiar yellow cab is parked.

Lappland said we can have the cab... our reward, basically.

How long do you think it'll take before we get a taxi company started in this city? I know what we'll call it. Taxi Siciliano. Whaddya think?

...I think we should get outta here, because that judge is coming.

Wait, I don't think she's coming for us—

You're just going to leave without saying anything?

Lavinia.

I won't stay any longer. Don't want to keep you up at night.

Where will you go?

Rhodes Island, maybe? Haven't seen Lisa in a while.

Now that this old score has been settled, I have the time, and the mood.

I'm not here for small talk, Signora Venezia. We're not that close to begin with.

Earlier in the morning, Venezia Senior came to see me and Leontuzzo...

Whatever is going on with Venezia is none of my business—

He would pay any price for Venezia Trucking's survival, even if it's just one factory but he also had another request—to grant you safe passage out of Nuova Volsinii.

Given the actions of Venezia Junior on the night of the Carnevale, your efforts helped City Hall contain the violence to some extent. Therefore, leniency should be considered.

However, the charges of assault and battery still stand, not to mention that your actions were acts of revenge within a famiglia.

We will issue an arrest warrant for you, Signora Venezia.

Arrest warrant?

I have multiple mafioso bounties on me, and even Signora Sicilia's prohibition... the arrest warrant will be a nice souvenir, I guess.

Do not dismiss it so casually, Signora Venezia.

This arrest warrant is empowered by the New Urban Management Act. Unlike Signora Sicilia's prohibition, there is no room for mediation just because some famiglia comes into power or loses it.

The law is the law, Signora Venezia. We've talked about this before.

Your every move will be watched by Nuova Volsinii, and perhaps all of Siracusa in the future. The arrest warrant will remain valid until you are brought into custody.

I appreciate the reminder, Lavinia.

I'm not dismissing your declaration. I could tell that you're a firm person when I saw you at the winery.

In the Siracusa I knew, you didn't need a reason to kill. But that's not how things should be. Every action needs a reason—a proper reason.

It's true for judges, for mothers... even for killers.

I approve of your reason, which is why I approve of your action. Besides, as I've told you, I don't have anything against your profession.

I'm just thinking... if you issued a warrant for me...

Should I look forward to when we meet again?

Well, I should go.

...Hello, Eirene.

Are you feeling better, Signor Bellone?

Yes. Thanks for asking.

There is something I need to give you.

...A resignation letter?

I-I would like to resign as president of the Truckers' Union.

One year ago, I promised you and Judge Lavinia that no mafioso would infiltrate the Truckers' Union... but I failed to keep the promise.

I stopped them from putting their people in the union, but it didn't prevent them from achieving their goal at all.

Sommer, and all the others whom they used... it's my fault. And I tried to coerce Judge Lavinia when things were exposed.

It's not your fault. Not all of it, at least.

No one can stay calm when they see their best friend die and their family, along with themselves, backed into a corner.

In the end, little harm was done.

But I just can't forgive myself...

I received a joint letter just before you arrived.

It was signed by two hundred full-time drivers of the Truckers' Union, plus several hundred more temporary and contract staff, asking for amnesty towards your actions during the Carnevale.

Th-They shouldn't have...

Rethink your resignation, Eirene.

City Hall will hold an internal hearing next week to discuss integrating the Truckers' Union as a government department alongside City Development and the police.

Together, we will build Nuova Volsinii's logistics and the city itself, Eirene. I look forward to a long and productive partnership with you.

I still trust the decision that Lavinia and I made that day. You may or may not be the best person to lead the Truckers' Union, but you're a decent person.

In the two days since I woke up, I've learned about what I missed, and thought about many things.

Finding the direction is easy. It's the journey that's hard—a long, long journey.

How did it go?

The association will need to cooperate with the investigation and face penalties. However, City Hall won't pursue what happened during the Carnevale or those who helped with the smuggling.

Good.

I thought I asked you to wait for me at the camp.

I came to say goodbye. Didn't want to deal with the commotion if I said it at the camp.

Y-You're leaving?

I found the red one. She's not in great shape...

I thought she was your sworn enemy.

Yes. She needs to go back to somebody, and that somebody is my other sworn enemy, whom I'll have to visit sooner or later...

It's a long story. Anyway, if nothing much is going on with the Union for the time being, I want to visit this place called Rhodes Island.

There's something I want to ask before I leave.

That night, when you ordered us to point our weapons at the Venezia mafiosi... what were you thinking?

That all of the Union's problems will go away if we kill those bastards?

And who smuggled what will remain a secret forever?

Were you confident that it could be done, with so many people behind you, and so many weapons in our hands?

Were you confident that you wouldn't be held responsible?

Were you thinking about protecting the people behind you, or how, like the bastards on the other side, you held the fates of so many in your hands?

Was it the gunshot that made you stop... or was it your judgment from deeper down?

No need to tell me, Eirene. You know the answer.

I told you the story of Talulah, a respected leader who became an evil dragon. I failed to see it happen, and I didn't kill her.

I won't make the same mistake again. I'm watching you, Eirene. I'm the sword that hangs above your head.

If that's what you become, I will come for you, no matter where I am... and I will kill you.

I hope that day never comes. I hope we can truly, sincerely, give each other our blessings... friend.

Eirene is alone. The Reproba with the furrowed brows has vanished without a trace.

The night wind of late autumn is chilly, but Eirene just stands there, lost in thought.

It's me, Sandro.

About the joint letter... thank you.

I thought you promised Texas to take us away from Siracusa.

Haha, I lied.

Besides, did she really win the bet?

Is the Carnevale over, Zaaro? Or has it just begun?

The old wolf of Venezia has hidden his fangs and claws, blending back into the pack. The pup named Eirene has learned the tricks of hunting on her own...

That's why I said you guys are stupid.

You set all sorts of dumb rules, but you can't resist breaking them.

The game becomes increasingly boring with each cycle. The all-powerful Signori dei Lupi are reduced to petty worries, like humans.

From one wolf to another, tell me, Zaaro, what set the revelry beneath us into motion.

Power, obviously.