He was dying…

Scaramouche could only see the blurbs of figures as he sank into the ocean’s water. He was dying, he was sure of it. Scaramouche, prince of Inazuma, would be destined to be hidden in the depths of the ocean, never to be found again…

At least, for a fleeting moment.

Scaramouche was sure that the feeling of something grabbing and swimming him up to shore was just his imagination, but next thing he knew, he felt the sand on his back.

He coughed out some water, all while taking in deep gasps of air before looking up. “You…”

In saw you, a mermaid, a myth? Legend? He thought your kind was only a tale sailors would tell, but there you were, watching. Scaramouche was at a loss for words because asking, “You… saved me?…”