Sister

The boat stopped in front of an old, yet well-maintained port with a guard post located nearby. As they disembarked, they saw a pair of rugged Sky Realm level fighters emerge from inside. Scars covered their body, and one of them was missing an eye.

"Your identification," one of them asked in a gruff voice with his hand outstretched.

From the way they behaved, they weren't the type to bother with pleasantries.

The old butler stepped forward and produced a small card with a symbol made of gold foil on it. Under the dim moonlight, the symbol seemed to radiate its own golden glow.

One went back to the guard post and walked out a few seconds after.

"My apologies… This is genuine. The signature position indicates they are from the Romanov family."

"You may enter!"

The two guards stepped aside, and they passed simple, small houses made of wood and rough stones.