The sea of the South Continent is exceptionally beautiful in early autumn; at this moment, when the scorching heat has not yet retreated and deep autumn has not yet arrived, it retains the warmth of vitality without the bothersome heat, leaving only a pleasantly cool comfort.
When Fisher and Elizabeth stepped down from the carriage, the palpable sea breeze felt like an icy soft palm brushing against his cheek, giving him the urge to stretch.
Yet, he couldn't help but glance at a particular direction behind the carriage, from which he once saw floating eyes and a mouth hanging mid-air before leaving the South Continent. Now, they had mysteriously vanished, like an illusion that left him both wary and bewildered.
"Let's go, Fisher. I've had the place tidied up for us; let's go have a look."
Elizabeth walked over, ignoring the servants loading the luggage behind her, and spoke to Fisher.
