Santcis Awakened Association, Chairman's Office –
"So, little girl, running away from home again?" A firm but aged voice echoed through the room.
"Why would I run away? I was just a little bored, that's all," Naya replied in a soft, lazy tone, staring at the old man in front of her.
The elderly man had neatly combed white hair and a thick, well-kept beard. He was somewhat bulky and radiated a calm aura. He looked exactly like a perfectly normal grandfather.
But Naya knew better. This old man wasn't just the chairman of the Awakened Association of Santcis—he was also a high-ranking member of the National Federation of Awakened.
More importantly, he was a friend of her grandfather.
"Hahaha, if you say so. Anyway, how are your grandfather and father doing?" August stroked his beard and chuckled.
"They're... not bad, I guess?" Naya replied with indifference, but August could see a trace of sadness in her eyes.
"I see. So, you're mad at your father, huh?"
