The liner passed through the storm and approached the lighthouse.
A small-scale harbor entered the sights of the captain, sailors, and passengers through the gloomy rain.
A short while later, a man in his thirties, who was wearing a blue uniform and holding onto a black umbrella and a glass lantern, appeared at the dock. He used rather uncommon actions to guide the liner to moor.
As the man watched the gangway lower, he opened his mouth and shouted, "Hey matey, where d'ya come from?"
After most of his voice was swallowed by the wind, his voice successfully reached the liner's interior and entered Alfred's ears.
"Do you know what this place is?" Alfred looked carefully at his adjutant and squire.
He wasn't wearing a general's ceremonial attire. Wearing a black trench coat that was commonly seen in Backlund, his dazzling blond hair drooped down casually, and his blue eyes looked like a deep lake in a forest.
