The arduous journey lasted a day and a night long. Olivia took a break under a tree.

In contrast to their prosperous country, it was desolate behind the mountain.

She had been to many places and seen various sights. She had witnessed both happiness and encountered poor kids who lost their homes due to wars.

She spent her free time helping out people in need.

She donated goods to the disaster areas and schools for the poor kids. She established organizations to help pitiful women and cared for the homeless.

It still pained her to see the desolate scene. There was a limit to her helping all the needy people in the world all by herself.

"You're such a hard nut to crack. You're an assassin yourself, yet you sympathize with those people." A voice broke her reverie.

Her head shot upward. Undecim, who was awake, handed her a bottle of water. "No mission failure. Only mission success. Don't you dare be the good guy and ruin our progress."

"Got it."

She took a break before suggesting,