"Miss Grace, Miss Grace? Are you listening to me?"0

Hints of annoyance crossed the face of Leonardo, the Minister of Administration of Hope Island, as he stared at the young woman in front of him.0

Her flaxen hair was tied up into a ponytail, and her oval face was speckled with freckles. That was the first impression strangers had of her. 0

Her oversized, azure robes hung loosely on her slender and petite frame, forming a slightly unharmonious image.0

But what truly stood out from her appearance were her eyes; they seemed to sparkle endlessly with an inner glint.0

Currently, Grace was staring in awe at the desolate landscape outside the train window as she allowed herself to sway with the rhythmic motion of the carriage.0

Only when Leonardo had called...0