"International port, we've arrived at the port?" Taylor asked, wiping his mouth.
"Yes, but it took us a grueling nine hours," I replied, chuckling.
"Hahaha, but we arrived last!" Sara exclaimed.
"Ufff, that journey was exhausting," Rick sighed, still feeling nauseous.
"Yeah," I nodded in agreement.
We disembarked at a bustling port filled with massive cargo ships. Our ship, number 98, wasn't as grand as the others but served its purpose. We noticed four more individuals accompanying us to the land of the Vikings.
"Such an exhausting trip," Taylor murmured, looking green. Both Taylor and Rick seemed to be suffering from seasickness.
"Ah, what a beautiful ocean," Sara remarked, gazing out at the vast expanse of blue water. "It looks like a shimmering blue crystal, like blue silk."
"(Vomiting) Oh God, take me now, take me now, I don't want to live anymore," Eric groaned, looking miserable. Taylor fainted, and Sara and I couldn't help but laugh.
Later that night, over cups of coffee, Sara remarked, "Now, the sea looks like a black crystal in a dark room."
I laughed, "How are those two doing?"
"They're sleeping in their rooms," she replied with a smile, squeezing my hand. "What are you going to do after reaching the island?"
I blushed slightly, "We will meet with the commander of JORM and then ask for my father's city location."
She raised an eyebrow, "Are you planning to marry a girl from this land?"
I was taken aback by the unexpected question, blushing deeply. "Let's see, maybe, but I have no plans for marriage."
She chuckled, "What an answer! You always know how to dodge questions."
Nine days later...
"Hey, guys, come here!" Sara shouted excitedly. We rushed over, and she pointed ahead.
"A huge island with towering mountains surrounding it," I exclaimed, awestruck. "It looks like the land of the Vikings."
We arrived at the port, knowing that once we entered, there was no turning back. We hired a slow bull cart, surprised by the primitive transportation.
"Finally, we've arrived," I exclaimed as we crossed the mountains and reached the mainland after three more days.
"Four more days to reach the JORM headquarters," the cart driver announced, and Rick burst into tears, while the rest of us laughed.
During our journey, we learned that this land offered no modern comforts or technology. Despite the hardships, we were excited about the adventure that awaited us.
Upon reaching the JORM headquarters, a massive building, we searched for the commander's room. It was on the 6th floor, and with the help of a watchman, we found it.
"Hey, Mikey," I greeted the man inside. He turned, surprised.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"My name is Neir Alaric. My father's name was mentioned to me by my grandfather."
He looked shocked, "You're Nier Alaric's son? We warmly welcome you."
"Thank you," I replied. "Can you provide me with the location of his city?"
"Of course, but be careful. The people there rarely speak after what happened," he warned
I thought of myself,"what happened?"but didn't ask about or maybe thought about it.
He rented a kart for us, we set off, reaching my father's city in nine hours.
After a quiet journey, we arrived at my father's city after nine hours. It was nighttime, and as we entered, I noticed all the houses and buildings made of wood and leaves, resembling villages. Everyone stared at us as we entered the village.
We reached the main hall, and a man around 45-48 years old stood there. "What do you want?"
"I am Neir Alaric, your first leader's son," I replied.
He looked shocked and frightened but said nothing. At dawn, everyone looked unhappy. When I spoke, they all remained expressionless, seemingly scared or angry.
Suddenly, a girl shouted, "Go away, you evil's son!"
confused and upset about what happened that night, next day i was sitting at the top of village wall.
I spotted a kart in the distance. A figure caught my eye—a beauty that left me speechless at first sight. Though she was too far away to make out her features clearly, she was undeniably striking, and I could see she was a member of JORM.
Shortly after, another kart entered our city. Intrigued by who might be arriving, Sara suddenly came running towards me, waving a letter.
"You have a letter from the commander!" she exclaimed.
Surprised, I replied, "What? Why would he send me a letter?"
Upon reading it, I found that the commander had summoned me to his city. He had something important to discuss concerning my father and the prevailing animosity I had noticed. He mentioned a story he wanted to share—A story of sacrifice.
Next Chapter: The Story of Sacrifice.