"Miss Grace, Miss Grace? Are you listening to me?"
Leonardo, Hope Island's Head of Administration, looked at the young girl before him with a hint of displeasure.
Flaxen hair tied in a single ponytail and an oval face with a light sprinkling of freckles—that was everyone's first impression of her. A loose, sky-blue magic robe hung awkwardly on her thin, petite frame, looking especially ill-fitting. But compared to her appearance, the most striking thing about her was always her eyes, which seemed to glow.
Right now, she was staring in amazement at the desolate scenery outside the train window, feeling the rhythmic rocking of the entire carriage.
Grace only tore her gaze away from the window when Leonardo called her name for the third time. She looked at the middle-aged man with round glasses sitting across from her.
