A train suspended from the rock layers sped towards Hope Island. The window of the second carriage was open, and the salty sea breeze lifted the hair covering half of Margaret's face, revealing a sinister, long scar.
Sitting next to her was her maid, Jina, who turned to look at her mistress. "Governor, I really don't understand, why do you have to personally deliver the mage from Icha Island?"
Margaret gazed out at the darkness outside the window, seemingly not hearing her. It wasn't until the maid asked for the third time that she reacted, "Mind your own business. Don't ask too much about some things."
Jina's face showed a trace of confusion. She always felt that today's Governor was a bit different from the past, even the scar on her face looked somewhat softer.
Margaret continued to turn her head to look at the darkness outside, but it wasn't long before the outside world gradually brightened.
