The acacia tree didn't relatively look like an acacia at all. As a matter of fact, it shouldn't have grown here. It looked so out of place, with its golden flowers and its thick trunk. Underneath the tall tree was Ezekiel, whose eyes of the amethyst gem glued onto Faustina.
Faustina parted her lips as to speak, but she found herself awestruck and equally flabbergasted.
The wind was breezy, even in the morning—given the fact that they were on an island. Faustina couldn't avert her gaze at the spectacle.
This was the place where Eula and Jonathan always hung around...
The tall tree.
"Lady... Faustina?"
Faustina blinked, snapping back to reality.
Ezekiel Johann Unsterblich stared at her with his bewildered expression.
"I!" Faustina, realizing she had come here without permission—"I-I'm going to head back now!"