"Miss Grace, Miss Grace? Are you listening to me?"
Leonardo, the Minister of Administration of Hope Island, looked at the young girl in front of him with a trace of dissatisfaction.
Linen hair tied in a single ponytail, an oval face with a few freckles—this was the first impression everyone had of her.
The sky-blue, oversized magic robe hung loosely on her slender petite frame, making it look particularly inharmonious.
But compared to her appearance, what always caught people's attention was her eyes, which seemed to glow.
Right now, she was looking in astonishment at the desolate landscape outside the train window, feeling the rhythmic sway of the entire train carriage.
By the time Leonardo called her name for the third time, Grace finally shifted her gaze from the scenery outside back to the middle-aged man wearing round glasses in front of her.
