Yet another year during the spring and summer, Roy chose a fine day to set sail.
Valtorre's political landscape had long since stabilized, and all industries were flourishing. She finally escaped the endless busyness and could find time for a secret journey.
To call it a journey felt insufficient.
Roy wanted to find the island where the Elves resided.
The clues provided by "Beloved Vivian" were scarce, and she could only rely on her deductions, passing through Orenze's northern port, to enter the vast Nayari Sea in search of qualifying islands.
This time, Roy traveled without any companions. The crew on board were mainly hardworking sailors, loyal and silent enough.
Often she leaned against the white railing, overlooking the vast depths of the sea, listening to the cries of seagulls, feeling her heart calm and serene.
