"Woo..." The steamship's whistle echoed across the entire dock.
The ocean-going vessel was ready to depart. Ernst was currently on the dock, bidding farewell to his old father, while Constantine stood on the ship, waving to Ernst.
Even though the dock was bustling with people, a sense of loneliness welled up from deep inside. Ernst remained in place until the Peace completely disappeared from view before coming back to his senses.
This was probably the first time father and son were separated by such a distance. Previously, Prince Constantine would occasionally go on business trips to Berlin or travel around Europe, but he never felt this sense of distance before.
...
In Berlin.
"Are you sure this thing is reliable? You haven't added anything strange in it, have you?" Ernst asked.
