Crashing waves rolled across the shore of the white sand beach, the foamy water sweeping forward before receding back into the sea.
The beach was completely empty, which was only natural considering what dwelled in those waters, mighty sea dragons who had long claimed this stretch of coast as their territory.
In spite of their dominion, someone had boldly set up a reclining chair on the sand, lying back with hands folded behind his head.
Beside him sat another figure, both shaded beneath a beach umbrella, conversing lightly while the rhythm of the crashing waves played on in the background.
[When do you plan to head back home, Master?]
"Hmm? Not sure. I don't have a time limit like I did in Valmone, so I haven't really thought about that."
The young man replied to the woman's question with a light yawn, his right hand reaching out to take a cold glass of wine from the stool between them.
