As dusk approached, a seaside port in Rhea was gradually enveloped by a soft, golden glow.
The setting sun slowly sank, tinting the sky with warm shades of orange and red, a golden afterglow spattering the sea surface, glittering as if countless tiny fragments of gold danced among the waves.
Within the harbor, fishing boats successively returned, each leaving behind a graceful arc on the sea, filling the entire port with a peaceful and harmonious atmosphere.
Among the many fishing boats, one concealed a middle-aged man in a black cloak.
The captain spoke with tense expression, "Your Excellency, we're about to enter the harbor, let's meet here again in a week, and I will take you and Mr. Savoie away."
The middle-aged man had a profound look in his eyes and his face was calm and resilient, like a rock weathered by the years, radiating a unique charm.