Part 75 # Mysterious Destination

Rossie Port sprawls before the eyes, delighting the senses with enchanting charm for everyone who visits.

The morning sun emits gentle golden rays, piercing through thin clouds and illuminating every corner of the buildings across the dock.

The sturdy wooden pier gleams with a natural sparkle, touched by the occasional splash of seawater.

Traces of soft sand along the pier remind visitors of the ongoing ebb and flow of tides.

Coconut trees sway, their leaves dancing in the cool sea breeze, creating a soothing harmony.

However, all the beauty presented does not bring joy to Arren.

On the contrary, the situation invites unpleasant memories from a past he does not want to remember.

Once again, the image of that rose, the golden rose he despises, appears before him.

"Clark! Tell me! Is this Rossie Port?"

Clark freezes momentarily before looking at Arren with a gaze that hints at hidden emotions.

"Yes..."

"W-what!"

Arren can't believe what she hears. The joyful cries of seagulls seem to sin