A bright moon hung high in the sky, and the stars glittered brilliantly.
Nights in this world always seemed longer, darker, and more numerous than days.
Yet the white lighthouse standing on Sea Reef Island was especially conspicuous.
Its ceaselessly flashing light in the darkness was like stars descending upon the earth, guiding those who had lost their way.
Waves crashed against the reefs below with a rushing roar, throwing up shimmering sprays of foam.
A small white yacht came from the east, struck the shore, and came to a stop.
The disturbance puzzled the staff inside the tower, but they could not see anyone.
Left with no choice, he returned to the tower to contact the others.
Yet unseen eyes were watching him and the lighthouse known as Beli.
It was precisely because of its presence that Alucard had not lost his way on the dark sea.
He had set out from Holyhead, at the westernmost edge of England.
His destination was Dublin, the capital of Ireland.
Because it was the shortest distance between them.
It was rather ridiculous. The mighty king of vampires, the strongest of them all, could not cross "flowing water" because of such a curse.
As for why he had not chosen to fly? Naturally, because he did not feel safe.
If something went wrong with the plane over the sea, he would fall straight down.
But on a ship, as long as the vessel itself remained intact, even if it could no longer move, he could drift with the waves until he reached shore.
Thus, whenever he needed to cross the sea, Alucard always refused to take a plane.
Now that he had arrived safely in Ireland, Alucard finally breathed a sigh of relief.
If he ever had the chance to make a wish,