"Miss, I am sorry for this."
There were times when life didn't go the way we wanted, no matter how powerful we were. This is the undeniable truth of this world.
Even the noble families who had established themselves years ago aren't excluded from this rule.
"Can you repair it?"
And now, the girl standing in front of the car was feeling this reality exactly from the first perspective.
The sleek, modern car sat forlornly on the side of the road, its engine emitting an occasional pathetic sputter.
Irina, with her fiery red hair and an air of aristocratic impatience, scowled at the unfortunate vehicle. Her expectations for the day had not included a breakdown on her way to the prestigious academy.
"Really, of all the days for this to happen," she muttered to herself, her frustration evident in the creased lines on her forehead. "First, the dimensional travel is disturbed, and now this."
