Athens, Icarus Port.
Large and small ships lay docked in rows. The roaring passenger ferry steadily pulled up to shore. Following the crowd out of the cabin, Luviya stepped onto solid ground once more, and the terror brought by the deep sea was completely washed away by an unprecedented sense of security.
Having survived the disaster, Luviya finally let her heart slowly settle from where it had been hanging in midair.
Looking at the pleasant scenery around her and the chatting, laughing passengers beside her, utterly unaware that they had just taken a stroll at death's door, the girl could not help sighing with mixed emotions.
"Honestly, I thought I was going to die out there at sea..."
"Perhaps the Goddess of Luck was watching over us. No matter what, we made it through safely. That's a good thing, worth raising a drink to."
Samael nodded with a faint smile. Then, glancing back at the passenger ferry heading in for repairs, he teased,
"Still, it's a good thing this ship wasn't called the Titanic..."
Still immersed in the lingering shock of their ordeal, Luviya could not help laughing at the joke. She raised a hand to cover her lips and smiled elegantly, lightly brushing back her golden curls. Her pride and confidence shone from her bones.
"What it's called doesn't matter. No matter which ship it is, nobles are always the true protagonists."
The protagonist of the Titanic? You wanted to be Rose? I didn't have the Heart of the Ocean.
Samael chuckled inwardly, popped open a can of beer, and surveyed everything around him that had been weathered by thousands of years until it was utterly unrecognizable.
Whoosh—
On the shore, Luviya instinctively held down both her sun hat and her skirt, one hand above and one below. She