Theft At The Magical Island

Mia's voice echoed through the room as she directed the group, "I have something important to discuss with the Young Master, so the rest of you may leave." With that, they swiftly departed, leaving him standing there, his curiosity piqued. The portal closed behind them, cutting off any glimpse of the outside world.

"Follow me," Mia said, her tone carrying a sense of urgency. She led him to the grandeur of the Conference Hall, its polished surfaces gleaming under the soft glow of ambient light. Mia gracefully took her seat at the head of the table, and with a subtle gesture, invited him to sit beside her.

"Your Highness," he inquired, his voice laced with curiosity, "Is there a specific business matter you require my assistance with?" His eyes met hers, searching for clues in the depths of her gaze. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation.

Mia regarded him thoughtfully. "Hmm... It's something related to the Island. By the way, do you know what this room is called?"

He contemplated