The wooden ship had been swept into the sea by the recent wave. Fortunately, the sailors were all capable swimmers and had managed to make it back to the surface, or they would surely have perished.
Once is an accident, twice is peculiar.
An Yeran furrowed her brows slightly. Ever since her encounter with the tentacled sea monster, she had developed some level of faith in the mysterious tales. Perhaps both sea disasters were deliberately caused by some kind of creature.
The guards and knights escorted the unconscious Lord back to the castle. An Yeran was also soaked by the sea water, the wet clothes clung to her body, revealing her every contour.
Standing beside her, the young boy noticed the sea water trickling down the girl's cheek and dropping to the ground. Her face was flushed, which was likely due to the immense stress she had just experienced. Her lips parting in quick gasps for air, a trace of unhappiness on her face. To the boy, however, she looked adorably petulant.