In my dream, I found a history book from another time and space in a library. I opened it gently and read through the wonderful things they wrote in their lives. I can't imagine that a declining dynasty with aristocratic family power, official corruption, people's livelihood, invasion by foreign enemies, and all kinds of factors for destruction, would be on the right track and enter the next prosperous age in just a few decades.
The sea surged again, and he stood on the bow of the ship under the storm, facing this failure with the last impossible determination. "Retreat! Retreat!! Retreat!!!"
The story begins on that night.
