Night.
Still at sea.
The deck of that ship.
Ethan and Anya, once again holding their cups of coffee, gazed at the pitch-black sea.
The night on the Golden Coast was so tranquil, so still that there was almost no wind.
Yet by comparison, Ethan still preferred the sea of Wenster, that kind of ever-changing feeling is what the sea truly is.
"There's always something missing."
Although everything was proceeding as planned, something still seemed to be missing.
Anya looked at him.
He, in turn, looked at the sea.
Then he thought of something, handed his coffee cup to Anya, and said, "I'll be right back."
Afterwards, he jumped into the sea alone.
That night, in the dead of night.
The Golden Sea, which hadn't seen any wind or waves for many years, suddenly experienced a strong wind, and waves surged up.
The spectacle shocked the coastal observers.
By the next morning, even various newspapers in the Royal Capital started reporting on the matter.
