They succeeded.

A large ship was propelled by the sea below them for several days. However, no one knew where they were now. Maybe they had just stopped at one of the nearest harbors, or they were just approaching the shore. It was September, just as the wind was blowing hard towards Zelfheim. They could hear an unknown rumbling outside or the occasional sound of thunder.

Several beams of light infiltrated the ship's ceiling. For several days, they were safe in the darkness of storage rooms and containers. Once every twelve hours, they have to fight over the food that is thrown without counting the amount. The least. Many of them have to survive without food because they cannot stand the overcrowding. Some of them are women and children. Not much, only a third of the whole. Children are carried on the waves to produce prosperity, while women are sent to be paid for their bodies. The rest are men of mature age who failed in their hometown.

They are just poor people who are unable to survive during the madness of the times. Now and then, they hear each other's conversations in their sleep. It's not uncommon for someone to get sick. The oxygen captured by their lungs combines with the nauseating smell of urine and feces.

The people did not exchange names with each other. They come from different countries and can't help each other find work or employers. So after this, they have to fight alone. The misguided love of parents has lifted them into this ship. They are poor people who get paid from the head of the tube.

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They replaced the items that were supposed to be sent to Zelfheim to celebrate Emperor Excella's birthday. They seemed to be things that could rot, sitting hidden in a container. They can't move their bodies an inch. At the front, there is a metal cap that is as long and as wide as an arm's length. They had to endure the heat and tightness that often made their chests hurt.

When the lid was opened, they climbed over each other's bodies. They tried to take their breath away until it hurt. The darkness seemed to weigh heavily on their lungs, even their hands could no longer reach the walls for support. Until they realized that the ship's door had opened and Zelfheim's light illuminated them.

Faintly, among the light illuminating them appeared several people called the chief human smugglers. The tube head—the people smuggler—was surrounded by big men with swords bearing blue roses. And a man watched them from a distance. A wide, hideous smile was etched on his handsome face. His shiny silver hair waved in the wind making him look like a vivid silvery-blue rose.

Nearly half of them are still alive, while the others are suffocating with carbon dioxide. They walked out in dirty clothes while thinking about home, as well as their parents. Their parents' jealousy for the person who managed to give the gems had brought them to this place.

Even though their children were alive at this time, it was too late. They dream of getting married and having children in this place. A final dream while hoping for the miracle that Zelfheim could bestow on them. There are many people like them here, in this place. A final dream. A world was full of joy and love.

However, they realized that not all of them could survive.