"How long until we get there, Your Highness?" A middle-aged man with dark violet hair asked, gazing at the young woman seated across from him.
The man wore a white coat adorned with green patterns. A few locks of his hair were visible despite the cap of his coat.
Zahra, seated opposite him, shifted her amber-coloured gaze from the window to the man.
Her small figure was wrapped in a white jacket, her neck exposed despite a long white muffler around her nape. Her long, wavy hair was tied into a ponytail, reaching her waist.
"Perhaps..." Zahra glanced at her watch before continuing. "Another half an hour."
"I didn't know Yurania was that far," the man chuckled.
"Have you never travelled before, Professor Ling?" Zahra chuckled.
"I have, otherwise I wouldn't have entered Averlyon, right?" The man smiled, his green eyes shining in the sunlight through the plane's window.
Zahra nodded in agreement.