The ship finally docked, the huge iron anchor dropped, creating a rumbling sound as it hit the surface of the sea. Accompanied by a splash of white water, the ropes were securely tied to a large iron ring on the dock.
Even before Viscount Francis disembarked, attendants from the Lord's Mansion had already prepared a carriage to wait for him.
Lanci, following Viscount Francis, made his way to the dock via the gangway and boarded the carriage bound for the Lord's Mansion.
The echoing sound of horseshoes lightly hitting the cobblestone road mingled with the distant roar of the waves.
Quietly looking out the window, Lanci saw the distant silhouette of the lighthouse against the backdrop of a fiery sunset. The buildings seemed to be constructed from emotions and history. Each stone, each wall bore the imprint of the craftsmen, creating a town entirely different from Ichrite.
