A month had passed since the funeral of the former duchess, Neirin Halstead.
Through that month, Vincent had closed himself in the mansion of the Halstead in the capital.
His days were completely normal.
Vincent often spends his time in the library, trying to gain knowledge. He usually takes notes about the history and geographical locations that he often sees in books. He fills his head with different kinds of survival about the sea and the creatures living there.
He felt like he had all the time in the world, yet at the same time, he also felt like he was losing time the more he spent his day like this.
He often received letters from Rezef and Anna in those weeks and days.
He also received letters about the development of the world and how everything changed the moment the gods announced their presents.
The letter from the crown prince goes like this.
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Dear young duke of the Halstead family,
