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A train hanging from the rock layer above the dome was speeding toward Hope Island. The window of the second car was open, and the salty, damp sea breeze blew across Margaret's hair covering her face, revealing her hideous scar.
Margaret's maid Gina was sitting next to her.
Gina turned to look at her mistress and said, "Mistress, I really don't understand. Why do you have to personally escort those mages of Elizarles Shores?"
Margaret was looking out into the darkness, and she seemed to not have heard Gina's words. It was only when Gina asked for the third time that she finally reacted and said, "Mind your own business. There are some matters you shouldn't ask too much about."
A hint of doubt appeared on Gina's face. Today's Margaret was a bit different from the usual Margaret. Even the scar across her face seemed to have softened just...
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