"They are all children of the great Nobles; once they return, they can effortlessly have everything.
But your father is just a gardener! This is your only chance to change your fate!"
"Even if it means death, you must seize it!"
In the icy seawater, the drenched redhead boy struggled to move his limbs, swimming forward.
He didn't leap off the ship on a whim; for this plan, he prepared for an entire week.
Bubbles, water, food to replenish his strength... He had it all tied to his body. He didn't know how far he still was from the coast, nor did he know whether that Lord would stop for even a glance, he didn't even know if what he was doing made any sense...
But indeed, this was his only chance.
He could only give it his all.
"Cough cough cough..."
Suddenly, the redhead boy Harry got choked by the seawater, breaking into a violent cough.
At that moment, a wave struck him, and Harry, caught off guard, got smacked into the water.
