Even crossing the distant few dozen miles to reach Kakasong City in Lorin.
Similarly, it was enshrouded in the quiet of the night.
Perhaps it was due to the deepness of the night.
Or maybe because no traveling merchant's longboat had arrived temporarily.
The Fisherman's Wharf, unusually bustling and prosperous by day, was somewhat desolate at this moment.
Under this night sky.
The Seine River lapped against the riverbank.
A dinghy glided slowly over the dark river surface.
Fortunately, there was a bright oil lamp on the Fisherman's Wharf to illuminate the docked boats on the river.
The dinghy, continually paddling forward, approached the Fisherman's Wharf.
Swish~ Swish~
At the stern of the dinghy.
A tall figure shrouded in a black robe, with a hood, sat upright.
Those fair and slender hands tightly gripping the oar in front, rhythmically swaying back and forth.
