Woosh!

The red waves swept the bodies of the pirates to the beach.

Hundreds of the 7th regiment soldiers lined up around Viscount Moraine, and the freed rowers glanced at the soldiers and orcs with eyes full of fear and tension.

“Let the land and sea be split! I thought I would get a chance to warm up coming all this way…”

Karuta muttered in a grumpy voice. Far from being heroic, Karuta had even lost the battle against the seasickness. In reality, he had not even realized that battles had been fought until now.

However, he didn’t seem overly upset because the battle had been against humans, and not the island orcs. Karuta and the Ancona Orcs wanted to battle against every orc tribe in the islands to prove that they were the best orcs in the world, not waste their time against weak humans.

“All stand!”

“Thud!”

The 7th regiment soldiers stood at attention at Isak’s shout. A group was slowly walking through the sands, and awe filled the eyes of the freed rowers when they saw the person at the forefront. It was a young man in a deep blue naval uniform with two swords at his waist, standing slightly in front of the knight who led the griffons.

He was Duke Pendragon, the man who had brought...