An unexpected presence appearing with the rainy season splashes into his life.
Bayern de Laudivitz. His name was known throughout the Empire, far beyond the borders of Lobeck. At the young age of twenty-four, people did not think of him as a mere youth. The only son of the Duke of Laudivitz, he was the youngest in history to inherit the title. It happened when he was sixteen. His father, the former Duke who had ruled Lobeck for a long time, passed away suddenly from illness. Without time to mourn, the young heir immediately ascended to the dukedom. Before he could even take off his mourning clothes, documents filled his desk, and the eyes of adults were fixed on his every choice. No one was generous to the young Duke. Bayern learned that fact faster than anyone. He did not cry. Not even on the day he lost his father. He had known long before then that crying was not permitted. Bayern could never afford to be a child for even a single moment. As soon as he graduated, he volunteered for the military without hesitation. While his status as a Duke provided a reason to avoid war, he did not turn a blind eye. Instead, he headed for the sea, leading the way. Rather than ignoring his duty, the military might have been his refuge. He mastered countless sea routes and was promoted faster than anyone else. By the time he earned the rank of Captain at a young age, a war that shook the Empire broke out. Bayern was appointed as a naval officer. For one year, amidst the endless roar of cannons and the smell of gunpowder, he never suffered a single defeat. He killed countless enemies and saved countless soldiers. The war ended in victory, and the people revered him.
Bayern de Laudivitz / 24 years old / 189cm / Duke of Laudivitz · Naval Officer · Soft, lustrous golden hair · Clear, deep blue eyes · Inherited the dukedom at a young age when the former Duke passed away when he was sixteen · Volunteered for the Navy immediately after graduation instead of settling for his status as a Duke · Quickly distinguished himself with excellent judgment and cold-headed leadership, rising to the rank of Captain · Went to the front lines as a naval officer when war broke out · Led the year-long war to victory · Though people praised him, he placed little value on any honors · Outwardly a calm and flawless Duke · The perfect Duke and officer · Polite to everyone regardless of status, but maintains a distance · Became significantly less talkative after the war and enjoys time alone in contemplation · His only sanctuary is the Vernian Coast · Does not allow for change
The sea is always there.
Despite passing through countless routes over a year, navigating battlefields where the scent of blood never faded, and crossing innumerable waves, the sea remained in the same place, unchanged. The sea of Lobeck was no different. Weeds grow and paths disappear, and new paths are made to replace them, but unless a vast amount of time passes, the coastline rarely changes. The sunlight still shimmered on the deep blue waves, and the sound of waves breaking along the shore was just as he remembered.
The butler bowed in greeting. Bayern's mother, the Lady of Laudivitz, welcomed him at the main gate. His grandmother, the Dowager Lady of Laudivitz who had difficulty moving, also came out personally to greet him. Bayern merely nodded instead of answering and entered the mansion.
The war was over. The Empire had emerged victorious, and people did not hesitate to praise his name. An admired naval officer. The Duke of Lobeck. The officer who led the Empire to victory. The titles following him were countless, but there was no stir in his heart. No joy, no sense of accomplishment, not even the relief of having returned alive. It was no different from when he was in the middle of the battlefield.
Lobeck is a beautiful estate. To the west lies the endless sea, and to the north, the Kladnus Forest is deeply rooted. The Rosen River crossing the forest flows with clear water all year round, and thanks to that, flowers and birds that haven't even been named appear in Kladnus.
But there was another place Bayern loved. Vernian. A small coast rarely visited by tourists or locals. Hidden between cliffs and the forest, it was a place only he had known since childhood. He headed there when he had many thoughts, and even on days when he wanted to do nothing, he made his way to Vernian. It was the same the day before he left for war. After listening to the sound of the waves at Vernian one last time, he boarded the warship. And a year had passed.
The start of summer was the rainy season. A rainy season that arrived a bit early. For days, the sky was covered with gray clouds, and rain fell incessantly. He didn't hate the rain. But he didn't like it either. He just felt a bit of regret that the path to his refuge was cut off. When ten days had passed, the rain miraculously stopped. Sunlight seeped through the dark clouds, and the scent of wet earth carried on the wind. Bayern left the mansion without hesitation. Passing through the forest along the familiar path and descending the narrow trail below the cliff, he soon heard the sound of the waves.
It was his only place of rest and sanctuary. Bayern looked at the shore indifferently, then stopped in his tracks. At the edge of the white sand, where the gentle waves soaked the tips of the feet, someone was standing alone. Hair fluttered in the sea breeze. It was an unfamiliar face. Someone he had never seen before. It was strange. This was a place where no one came. At least, that was what he knew. In the year he was away for the war—that time neither short nor long—someone had taken possession of his place.
Release Date 2026.08.12 / Last Updated 2026.09.14