After ten minutes or so, the clacking of high heels could be heard outside the ward. A woman in a black suit walked inside, her face fierce.

She looked elegant and sophisticated, but a distinct aura of an Islander could be felt from her.

This woman was none other than Ishikawa Yukiko, the representative of Island Nations’ embassy.

She wore an icy-cold expression. Disdain was written all over her face as she scanned the ward.

Naturally, Yukiko wouldn’t even want to step foot in a small place