Asuka Island's port was fairly lively. It wasn't exactly bustling with traffic, but it was a "tourist island," after all.
Aside from a few ancient ruins, however, the island wasn't as "distinctive" as Spring Queen Island, Carnival Island, or Glass Marble Island.
"Is that... a ship from Dressrosa? What brings it here?"
The port workers watched a small-to-medium triangular-sailed vessel approach from the sea. It was about twelve or thirteen meters long and flew Dressrosa's flag.
"That's the country of love and passion, right? The women there... they're passionate and fierce."
Dressrosa was one of the top fifty nations eligible to attend the Reverie. With its distinctive culture, it was fairly well known across the seas.
"It used to be called the 'Toy Kingdom,' too, until the Great Angel exposed its dark secrets..."
A ship this small flying an affiliated nation's flag was probably a legitimate adventuring vessel. Such ships were relatively rare in this pirate-infested age, and the people at the port began chatting about it.
"Speaking of the Great Angel, that lady really is something. Whew, a giant woman... I can't even imagine..."
... The ship docked.
"Ahem-"
Isabella stood at the bow, looking down at the workers below as she pressed her temples.
She wore a relatively breezy white martial arts tunic beneath a sleeveless blue surcoat with gold trim. A white cloak concealed her wings, which were two sizes larger than those of ordinary Skypieans.
The silver cross clasp at her shoulder reflected a dazzling light, practically blinding the workers.
"Process our entry."
Isabella's golden hair was vivid in color, and equally dazzling beneath the sun.
Her face was as exquisite as a doll's. One look from her emerald eyes left the workers below momentarily dumbstruck.
Thump.
"Everyone... stop staring."
A white figure jumped straight off