The first day of February.

Even though the cold wind remains, and the firm ice still floats on the sea, the warmth of spring is already pushing its way through.

For instance, in the garden, the seeds sown last year now seem to be showing signs of sprouting.

Sofia squatted in the garden, absentmindedly observing the slightly raised soil.

She had planted a violet seed there, and if it sprouted, it would blossom into a beautiful flower.

But where was her flower?

Ever since winning that lawsuit, she hadn't seen Ethan for nearly two days.

When she called, Ethan only said that he had many things to attend to these days and might have to take a trip, so he might not be able to come for the tutoring sessions these days.

She could understand that the lawsuit had caused Ethan significant trouble and he indeed had a lot of follow-up work to do, but she really wanted to see him.

Because spring was approaching.

The flowers were about to bloom.

She wanted to ask her father if Ethan still had any troubles, and if they could help him further.

But her father seemed to have run into some trouble himself, and he had been preoccupied for the past two days.

This made her realize that she shouldn't disturb him.

Her father had already done so much for her.

As this winter neared its end and spring had yet to fully arrive, Sofia felt somewhat sad.

But human joys and sorrows do not connect.

This spring was a good time for George.

The showdown between Ethan and Sandro was inevitable, and as the original balancing third party, he found himself in the safest position.

Because when two lions were tearing into each other, the jackal lurking nearby wouldn't be affected.

Moreover, even if one of them won, it would surely be a bitter victory.

Then, wouldn't that be George's opportunity?

George wasn't daydreaming.

He had already received the latest news that someone from the main branch of the Evans Clan in the Royal Capital would soon come to Winster for official business.

And he had already established initial contact there.

Compared to the Evans family in Winster, the Evans Clan in the Royal Capital was a truly massive entity.

Even though their ancestors left the Royal Capital amidst some unpleasantness, many years have passed, and the bloodline still connects them.

Additionally, he had also secretly made contact with the people from the Prohibition Bureau over the past two days.

Albertine.

The man they could never manage to kill.

At this moment, they were both at the lowest point in their lives.

But George had caught wind that Albertine might soon be reinstated.

He and Albertine had reached a consensus.

If he could achieve sufficient results after the great battle between Ethan and Sandro, he could become the supported candidate of the Prohibition Bureau.

The King of the Underworld of Winster.

What a beautiful name.

Just like a gorgeous flower.

And the seeds had already been planted, just waiting for spring to arrive.

This was George's spring.

This upcoming spring looked completely different in everyone's eyes.

To Ramon, he didn't care about this spring.

Or rather, he no longer cared about the spring of Winster.

No matter the season, everything in this port city was no longer relevant to him.

Because he was about to leave this miserable place.

He would head to the Old Continent he had always dreamed of, the true holy land, to embrace the warmth of the Sun God.

Just a few days ago, he had received the approval to return with the Black-robed Bishop Casar and would officially obtain a clerical position in the Grand Cathedral.

Although it was just the lowest rank of a Grey-robed Priest, it was much better than now.

He was a truly devout believer, dreaming of a pilgrimage to the Old Continent since birth.

Unfortunately, over the years, the Kingdom's ban was strict, and entering the Grand Cathedral of the Old Continent was no easy task.

He had to rely on the local church, progressing step by step.

Getting a position at Winster University, even aiming for the principal's chair, was merely part of his efforts to truly become a follower of the Sun God.

He thought that after the painting duel incident, his wish was no longer possible.

Unexpectedly, fortune turned his way, and the Black-robed Bishop Casar suddenly arrived.

He had come looking for someone.

And when everyone was at a loss, suddenly, there was new information, saying the person they sought was Vincent, who had just returned to the Bolita family.

Ramon actually knew little about the events of that night.

He vaguely understood, though, that Albertine, the Prohibition Agent, might have also embraced the Sun God.

And most importantly, they had indeed captured that guy named Vincent.

Ramon was exceptionally delighted.

Because he bore a grudge against Ethan.

Yet Vincent was Ethan's second eldest brother.

Now, he had achieved his dream life thanks to Vincent and avenged himself.

How satisfying it was.

To the extent that he didn't even attend Ethan's trial on the day of his arrest.

He was about to leave here.

Everything here had nothing to do with him.

With the sea breeze blowing on the dock and feeling the hint of warmth amidst the chill, Ramon couldn't help but smile.

The Church's ship was already being loaded, with all kinds of goods and supplies being moved aboard.

And the most important person, Vincent, would also be moved onto the ship shortly.

When night fell, they would quietly leave Winster.

By then, no one would know Vincent would be taken to the distant Old Continent.

Ethan would probably still be searching blindly.

This was the greatest revenge, wasn't it?

"Be careful! We'll be at sea for a long time, and nothing must go wrong!" Ramon shouted to the workers.

This time, he was taking his entire fortune with him.

Nothing could go wrong at sea; his future depended on this ship.

The sea breeze swirled around the dock, finally merging into the city.

As the wind spread over every corner of the city, more humid air wafted in from the sea.

This day was even warmer than imagined.

It was as if spring had arrived early.

In the evening, the deep voice of the radio host began to broadcast from the newly popular radios, as they talked about the recent city-wide scandal of the case of the four ships, how Ethan escaped from the tribunal, and finally the city's climate.

Perhaps it would rain tonight.

When night completely concealed the city, the air was drenched with moisture.

On such a spring night, Ramon escorted a pitch-black carriage towards the dock.

Yes, even in this era when cars were prevalent, some still preferred carriages.

The Black-robed Bishop Casar was among them.

It was said that on the Old Continent, those noble figures took pride in having private carriages.

So he intended to take these two carriages to the Old Continent as gifts for Casar.

"The goods have been loaded, right?" Casar asked as he stepped down from the carriage.

Ramon quickly nodded.

Casar took one last look back at the city behind him.

The mission was finally completed.

This city with no faith was not one to linger in for even a moment.

"Set sail."

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