There was no denying that Isle 98 was beautiful. The entire island was like a world made of Crystal; the flowers that bloomed from the plants were all sorts of translucent crystals, shimmering brilliantly in the sunlight.
Even though it was an island made of Crystal, it didn't feel monotonous at all. Instead, it felt fantastical.
Have you ever seen Crystal bubbles?
They were released by the Crystal trees.
The Crystal bubbles bobbed up and down in the air, never drifting too far away.
An environment like this would make one unconsciously assume it all belonged to a beautiful, naive little princess. In reality, it all belonged to a young man with a melancholic air.
"Nora Nash, your island is so magical. It's truly beautiful."
"It is, isn't it? This is the inner island. The banquet is being held on the outer island."
Faye Yardley exclaimed, "You mean the whole island isn't like this?"
