Coast (Part 1)

White clouds, azure sea.

At this moment, the sea was so gentle it made one drunk with enchantment. The ripples on the water alone were already exquisitely beautiful, not to mention the fish that occasionally leaped fiercely from the water, plump enough to make one's heart itch at the sight.

Ever since boarding the great ship, Romon had bid farewell to his wife Bell and daughter Alice. He directed the sailors as they sailed the great vessel toward home.

Only after the shoreline behind them gradually shrank away and finally vanished did he withdraw his reluctant gaze and let out a soft sigh.

Though Eileen, his lovely wife, was at home, his wife and daughter were here as well. Leaving them behind left him somewhat melancholy.

"Don't worry. Once things settle down a little, I'll come take you back," he silently promised.

"My lord, the wind is strong outside. You should rest in the cabin for a while," Lusenpei urged from beside him.

Lusenpei was also dressed in sailor's clothing. Such clothes were well suited for moving about at sea. His primary duty was to protect Lord Romon, so he wore whatever allowed him to move most smoothly.

In the past, although he had also been a member of Tatshaw Territory, his relationship with Romon had not been particularly close. No matter how easygoing a noble might be, he could not mingle with his subordinates every day.

Thus, in Lusenpei's impression, Romon had been a nobleman of dignity and elegance, someone to be admired only from afar. Yet after spending this time together, their relationship had grown much closer.

When matters arose, Romon would entrust them to him as well. It was easy to imagine that once he returned to Tatshaw Territory, an incomparably broad future would await him.

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