"Meleonarch !!!"
His eyes opened in shock.
1628, Batavia Harbor ...
The lights looked dim that night, he got up with his hands pushing his back to sit. The sound of wood creaking sounded, the sea a little louder shook the ship he was riding. He turned to his side where there stood a woman with golden hair like himself, wearing a VOC army uniform that was blue to purple with a wide white collar and flared orange pants.
"Sister ... what is the military outfit you wear?"
His sister glared at him as she folded her arms.
"That's what you asked first, after not seeing each other in so many years? Cuih !! "
"Hey!!! Don't spit carelessly in my room !! "
"You nag, from now on you won't live in this room anymore, right?"
Vanessia approached a table behind her and took a chair to sit on with one leg folded over the other.
"What do you mean, sister? ... "
