Kooooohh…

A dark hall echoed the sounds of the strong sea breeze. The sound was quite eerie and gloomy, similar to a ghost’s cries. The place had been weathered and shaved by the winds for a long period of time, and someone was sitting in the throne placed in the middle of the hall.

It was Arigo Arangis. His sharp jawline was covered with a long, ragged beard, and he looked haggard from not being able to sleep properly. In front of the throne, dozens of lords and knights belonging to the Arangis Duchy were standing in a long line. They looked anxious and nervous, reflecting the rain that continued to pour outside.

“Any word from the main castle?”

Words escaped from between Arigo’s dry lips.

“Not… yet. The distance is quite far, and the direction of the sea breeze keeps on changing. It will take a little longer for the griffons to arrive…”

“I have been hearing the same answer for the last several days.”

Arigo spoke in a bitter voice.

One person stepped up while pounding his chest.

“Would it not be better to just lead the entire fleet and advance to El Pasa!?”

Baron Lingone, the 2nd battalion captain of the Arangis Fleet, spoke in a frustrated voice....