Chapter 0487 Garden Party
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The term literally translates to 'Garden Party' in English.
A party held outdoors in a garden.
This is not a seated, indoor event.
If seats were assigned, people would be unable to move around freely and fulfill their objectives.
In the garden, guests can roam freely.
The purpose of the guests?
It's to exchange information.
Or, perhaps, to circulate useful information…
This is not a place purely for enjoying the party.
Nor is there any expectation for dancing…
It is a 'party', but general citizens are not invited.
This garden party is hosted by an embassy, so those invited are people connected to 'diplomacy'.
Those invited to the Suje Kingdom Embassy's garden party this time include ambassadors from other nations and representatives from the Free City's Ministry of Foreign Affairs—nearly all are connected to Suje Kingdom's diplomatic efforts.
Perhaps with the exception of two individuals: a swordsman and a magician.
"Thank you for coming. I am Randassa, the ambassador of the Suje Kingdom."
"Thank you for the invitation. I am Abel from the Knightley Kingdom."
"And I am Ryo."
Abel responded to Ambassador Randassa's greeting with courtesy.
And Ryo answered politely.
"Do you know the reason for your invitation…?"
"Yes. First Officer Lena explained it to us in the carriage earlier."
"Ah, that's good to hear. Of course, since this is a Suje Kingdom Embassy-hosted garden party and Duke Helb is also attending as an ambassador from the Grand Duchy, I don't expect any issues to arise…"
"Actually, there's something I'd like to confirm regarding that…"
Abel asked directly.
"The recent actions by the Grand Duchy. I would like to know how Suje Kingdom intends to respond to it. It will influence our actions as well."
"I see."
Ambassador Randassa nodded once in response to Abel's question.
He spoke clearly.
"In other words, you're asking what the Suje Kingdom intends to do should the Grand Duchy resort to force against the Free City."
Abel nodded at his response.
While thinking with a grim expression.
(The fact that he's willing to say it so clearly means he believes the Grand Duchy's annexation of the Free City is likely to happen soon.)
Of course, what happens to the Free City doesn't concern Abel directly.
Although, it could affect his journey back to the Central Countries as he heads northward…
But still, he thought.
(Regardless of the country, I don't want to see a nation trampled by another.)
Once, the Kingdom of Knightley suffered this fate.
Maybe that's why he felt this way.
Abel's attention returned to Ambassador Randassa's words.
"If a military conflict breaks out between the Grand Duchy and the Free City, Suje Kingdom will not intervene."
"Well, I assumed as much."
"Frankly, neither we nor the homeland anticipated such rapid developments in the situation. Even if we had anticipated it… the decision would likely still be not to intervene. Given the distance. Although Suje Kingdom has a close relationship with the Free City of Kwebasa. Dispatching troops for intervention is simply unrealistic."
Abel nodded at Randassa's words.
It takes over forty days by ship from the royal capital to Kwebasa.
"Our homeland has instructed us to close the embassy and promptly evacuate Suje Kingdom's personnel. However, we are authorized to issue permits for Free City citizens who wish to migrate to Suje Kingdom."
"A pragmatic approach. But the Kingdom does have assets in the Free City, correct? What will happen to them?"
"Well… those we cannot recover will have to be abandoned."
At this point, Ryo, who had been quietly listening, interjected.
"What about 'Freedom Breeze Inn'?"
"Though it's partly funded by the Kingdom, it's operated by citizens of the Free City. The assets can't be recovered, but whether operations continue is not a decision linked to the Kingdom."
"Understood."
Ryo nodded in response to Randassa's answer.
Interpreting it as a minor stake, such as that of a shareholder.
"Sorry to interrupt, Ambassador. Deputy Ambassador Bansnow from the Komakyuta Principality has arrived. As a representative of Ambassador Mirako."
"We will take our leave."
"Sorry about that. Please enjoy the garden party, Abel-san and Ryo-san."
Informed by Gunno, the chief engineer of the Lone Dark, Abel and Ambassador Randassa part ways.
"Gunno-san, you look so sharp!"
"Oh, you're too kind. On the ship, I only wear clothes that can get dirty, so this feels quite different."
Ryo complimented Gunno's well-dressed butler-like attire, and Gunno appeared slightly embarrassed.
"Is everyone here except Captain Gorick and First Officer Lena?"
"Yes. This embassy garden is quite spacious."
"Indeed. It almost feels like it was designed for hosting a garden party like this."
With that, Abel surveyed the garden.
It had few elevation changes and a clear line of sight.
Pavilions with columns, roofs, and seats were scattered throughout, with people already sitting and chatting at them.
Additionally, there were stone benches around the garden where people could sit and converse.
"There shouldn't be any formal opening remarks. You two are truly our guests—please enjoy the food."
"That's what we came for!"
"The embassy's head chef, Logo Bagirsh-dono, makes delicious food. And our own chef, Susie, is also helping. I'm sure you'll love it, Ryo-san."
"Ooh!"
Hearing Gunno's words, Ryo's face lit up.
And Abel also smiled.
After all, when good food is promised, everyone looks forward to it.
And finally…
"Abel, the food's here!"
As expected, Ryo was the first to notice the food laid out on the tables.
And he was already moving toward the table before the words had even left his mouth.
"That initiative of yours is impressive…"
Abel sighed as he followed Ryo.
Despite his words, he didn't hesitate to go along, clearly looking forward to the food as well…
Fish, meat, vegetables, fruits…
A colorful assortment of dishes.
The scents mingled in the air.
All of it…
"It's so appetizing!"
"Yeah, it looks delicious."
Both Ryo and Abel took the plate and chopsticks that had been set on the table.
"Come to think of it, you handle chopsticks really well, Abel."
"Chopsticks? Oh, right, 'chopsticks'… I learned about them back in the royal palace, I think."
"Right, you had that kind of training."
Ryo guessed that there must be chopstick-using countries among the Central Countries, and that Abel had likely been trained in their customs to avoid any embarrassment when visiting as royalty.
Table manners are important.
On the table, the meat and fish were cut and served onto each person's plate.
Some people ate standing, while others sat on chairs scattered around the area.
Apparently, either way was acceptable.
After confirming that, Ryo took a bite standing up.
His eyes widened.
Seeing that, Abel also took a bite while standing.
And his eyes widened too.
"It's delicious."
"Yeah, it's really good."
Both of them confirmed with each other and ate every bit of food on their plates.
Naturally, they went back to the person cutting and serving the food.
It was likely someone from the embassy's kitchen staff.
Noticing them again, the server smiled and served them.
A larger portion than before.
They enjoyed the food again.
"The sauce is amazing, but…"
"Yeah, and it's well-seasoned, too."
"They're not just relying on the sauce to make it good."
"Each dish is crafted with care…"
Ryo and Abel suddenly turned into amateur food critics.
"Isn't Logo Bagirsch's roasted bird amazing?"
A woman's voice came from behind them as they savored each bite.
"Susie-san! Yes, it's absolutely delicious."
"As expected from something Chef Susie praised."
Ryo and Abel said, showering it with praise.
"Right? It's delicious, isn't it? I think he's one of the best chefs, not only in our homeland but in all of the southern continent."
Chef Susie said, looking pleased.
"You and the embassy chef here seem to get along well."
"Oh, sure. He's my father's junior disciple. They trained at the same restaurant when they were young."
Susie said, nodding in response to Ryo's guess based on her expression and words.
"There are still lots of delicious dishes coming, so enjoy yourselves."
Susie said as she left, carrying a new plate of food over to Captain Gorick.
"Having a junior disciple… that sounds nice."
"Yeah… Ryo, you don't have any, do you?"
"Of course not. Since my master's training is intense, I tend to discourage others from joining."
"I-I see…"
Ryo answered, imagining the training with his sword master, Dullahan.
Abel was actually referring to the lack of junior disciples in water-attribute magic.
"Oh, but Abel would probably keep going at it, even after getting knocked down again and again. Although, if you're defeated three times in one night, my master will leave you. It takes more than just persistence."
"Your sword master, Ryo? He'd leave?"
Ryo realized he'd mentioned that his sword master was the Fairy King but hadn't discussed the training itself.
"My master is strict. He'll tell you to come back when you're ready."
"He sounds formidable… three points to win, huh? How many times have you beaten him?"
"Huh? I've never won even once."
"What?"
"Honestly, I'm the weakest in the Rondo Duchy. My master, not to mention my neighbors, are all incredibly strong. That's why I need to become even stronger."
"The Rondo Duchy sounds… intense."
Ryo nodded gravely, and Abel responded with a slightly taken-aback expression.
This was the same Abel who happened to be the King of Knightley, to which the Rondo Duchy belonged…
From then on, the two took up a spot next to the table.
A spot they'd pretty much claimed for themselves.
Unlike the other attendees, the two didn't need to go around socializing.
Everyone else here, apart from Ryo and Abel, was involved in diplomacy.
It was their job to talk to foreign dignitaries…
That included Captain Gorick and First Officer Lena, who were currently speaking with the Deputy Minister of Ports of the Free City.
The reason they knew it was the Deputy Minister of Ports was because Ronfan, the aide to the Deputy Minister, was by his side.
Ryo remembered him clearly from a certain commotion they'd gotten into at the tea house.
"Captain Gorick and First Officer Lena seem busy."
"Well, they're here representing the Suje Kingdom's navy."
Captain Gorick seemed to be getting handed notes fairly frequently.
Glancing at each one briefly as he continued his conversation.
"Captain Gorick is pretty adept, isn't he?"
"People picture sailors as rough and loud, but that's not enough to run a ship. It takes a lot of skill to command dozens of crew members."
"You sound like you know what you're talking about, Abel…"
"I am a king, after all! I was taught how to lead people back in the day."
Ryo's comment prompted a quiet yet firm rebuttal from Abel.
"They teach you a lot at the palace, huh?"
"No, it wasn't the palace. My brother taught me…"
"Ah, Crown Prince Cain! If it was him, then it must be reliable!"
In Ryo's eyes, Abel's brother, the late Crown Prince Cain, was highly esteemed.
"Seriously, even though you never met him, your opinion of my brother is so high, Ryo."
"Of course. Anyone who can create such incredible problems must be amazing! You see, problems don't just challenge the solvers—they test the creator's skills. The creator's intellect shines through their problems."
Back when Abel was dispatched to Twilight Land, Crown Prince Cain had assigned him a mountain of tasks.
These were impromptu lessons on becoming king.
Ryo had glanced at once, admiring the practical, real-world nature of each problem.
"We've lost someone precious."
"Yeah."
"If Crown Prince Cain were still alive, King Abel wouldn't be monopolizing the government like this."
"Uh… is 'monopolizing' the right word here?"
Ryo used a challenging word, and Abel questioned its usage.
Either way, the dead don't return.
"For the Crown Prince's sake, let's enjoy this delicious food."
"I don't quite understand, but I'm all for eating."
Abel agreed, and the two continued eating the food laid out on the table.
When the second roasted bird was brought out, they were the first to have it cut and served on their plates.
Right after them, a young man stepped up, took his portion, and immediately tasted it.
"Oh, this is delicious…"
He muttered instinctively.
Since the two were close by, they overheard him.
"I know, right?"
Ryo nodded.
Grinning happily as if it was his own doing.
"I missed out on the first one, but seeing everyone enjoying it so much, I had to make sure to try this one… I'm glad I could."
The young man said with a smile.
Ryo tilted his head slightly.
Abel did the same.
He looked… familiar.
"Excuse me, I am Abel of the Knightley Kingdom in the Central Countries. And you are?"
"Oh, I beg your pardon. I am Bansnow, Deputy Ambassador of the Komakyuta Principality."
The man replied to Abel's introduction.
"Bansnow? Ban… could it be…"
"The Blue Jade Trading Company…?"
"Yes. The Blue Jade Trading Company is my family business. While I work in diplomacy, I've heard of your help to the company from my father, Bandelsh, the company chairman, and my youngest brother, Banhu. Thank you for supporting us back then."
Both Ryo and Abel were surprised, and Bansnow bowed slightly in gratitude.
No wonder he looked familiar.
He bore the face of the founding family of the Blue Jade Trading Company.
"We were just doing our duty, really. Think nothing of it."
"We've also had wonderful service at the Blue Jade Inn, Wannya."
Both Abel and Ryo held a favorable view of the Blue Jade Trading Company and the Blue Jade Inn.
And naturally, this good impression extended to Bansnow.
"For several decades, the Free City of Kwebasa has had close ties with the Suje Kingdom. Just as our Komakyuta Principality has been involved with the Ghegish-Lu Federation. Therefore, our principality's influence here in Kwebasa is limited… Nevertheless, if there's anything I can do to help, please let me know. You both remain benefactors of the Blue Jade Trading Company."
Bansnow said and left.
To join the Deputy Minister of Ports…
"Everyone seems to be going through a lot."
"Yeah. The Deputy Minister's presence likely means the port ministers still suffer from those severe headaches."
"Ah… It must be poison or some magic spell causing it, right?"
"Poison that just causes headaches? Isn't that a bit lackluster?"
"The poison has a different purpose. The headaches are a side effect. I'm sure some grave issue is brewing within the Free City's government!"
Ryo mused, posing as a detective.
"Anyone can tell that something serious is going on. That's stating the obvious."
"How rude! This is what we call the 'pathos of things'. You truly are a 'kochinashi' and 'nasakenashi,' Abel."
"Here we go with the nonsense again…"
Ryo shook his head as he spoke, and Abel shook his as well.
Apparently, 'kochinashi' and 'nasakenashi' are old expressions meaning 'lack of refinement' or 'lacking an appreciation for elegance'.
Ryo must have learned them in his high school Japanese class.
Ryo muttered things like, "This is why swordsmen without an appreciation for elegance…" or, "It's an unrefined and clumsy combination," or, "I believe a certain degree of grace is necessary, even for a king".
Naturally, Abel ignored it all.
His gaze was fixed on one spot.
And as expected, Ryo noticed this.
"What are you looking at, Abel?"
"Look at the table, Ryo."
Abel said gravely.
It was a fish dish baked in a salt crust.
"Salt-crusted fish! I'm looking forward to this."
As the two started savoring the fish dish, a stir rippled through the entire venue.
In a sense, the star of the day had arrived.
Duke Helb, the Ambassador of the Atinjo Grand Duchy.
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The new ambassador from the Atinjo Grand Duchy, Duke Helb.
He is a figure known throughout the southern part of the continent as synonymous with fear, yet his appearance is almost gentlemanly.
With no trace of hostility, his cool demeanor would likely captivate many, particularly women.
His pale purple formal attire, depending on the light, could even appear white; at twilight, when the torches began to be lit, it created an almost fantastical effect.
His long black hair was meticulously tied up, secured with a small crown.
With not a hint of arrogance, as he entered the garden party, he noticed Randassa, the ambassador of the Suje Kingdom, who was coming toward the entrance to greet him, and approached him himself.
When he reached Ambassador Randassa, he offered a single, graceful bow.
Just a single bow.
But in that instant, Duke Helb commanded the entire atmosphere.
A murmur of admiration rippled through the crowd.
No one knew exactly who murmured.
Or perhaps, nearly everyone present murmured.
Such a breathtakingly elegant, beautiful bow, that was all.
And with that alone, it was proven that Duke Helb was the protagonist of the evening.
Many attendees, seeing Duke Helb's bow, were captivated by it, though there were a few who were not. Only three people frowned slightly.
Bansnow, the deputy ambassador from the Komakyuta Principality.
Lena, the deputy captain of the Lone Dark ship.
And Abel.
These three knew the effect of 'a bow'.
Is it something performed out of courtesy?
Something to show respect?
Neither would be incorrect.
But the essence runs much deeper.
With a perfect bow, one can command the room.
People, unconsciously, fall under the influence of a person who performs a perfect bow.
Many cannot resist.
'A person who bows so elegantly' is translated in their minds to 'a remarkable person'.
Perhaps this is because, deep down, everyone knows that most people cannot achieve a 'perfect bow'.
Anyone can simply lower their head.
But no one would be moved by that.
A 'perfect bow' is something altogether different.
A simple bow, yet not so simple.
It was the three who knew the effect and power of a perfect bow who showed slight displeasure.
Bansnow, the deputy ambassador from the Komakyuta Principality, had been trained since childhood by his family.
Those born into merchant families are taught reading, writing, math, and etiquette from a young age.
This is true across all times and places.
Of course, only in respectable merchant families.
It isn't just 'do this'.
First, they instill a thorough understanding of 'why it is necessary'.
Otherwise, simply memorizing and recalling things is meaningless.
That's why Bansnow knew the fearsome power of a 'perfect bow'.
First Officer Lena of the Lone Dark, had parents who both served in the navy.
Military personnel do not take bows lightly.
They may not be 'perfect', but they are at least not bows that would invite disrespect.
In a profession where victory and defeat are matters of life and death.
Any advantage, even through a bow, is valuable.
At the very least, they must avoid being at a disadvantage.
That's why Lena understood the necessity of a 'perfect bow'.
Abel was the king of the Knightley Kingdom.
From an early age, he had mastered various forms of etiquette at the royal castle.
Regardless of personal preference, he had to learn everything deemed necessary for a lifetime.
He first had to understand.
Why he had to master it all.
That's why he did not neglect his training.
Any of it.
There was nothing he could afford to neglect.
But… or perhaps because of that, he understood.
Everything has depth.
Not only swordsmanship, violin playing, or dancing…
Even writing.
Official letters to foreign countries were traditionally handwritten by the king himself.
They were written in a way that was easy to read, but beautiful, elegant, and dignified…
No, they had to be written that way.
There is depth to everything.
When you strive for perfection in anything, you find it goes deep.
Naturally, even in a bow.
Among royalty, Abel's bow was considered quite elegant.
But it couldn't be called 'perfect'.
He had devoted a considerable amount of time to training from the day he was born.
That's why Abel knew how astoundingly difficult it is to achieve a 'perfect bow'.
"That master of the art of sorcery is a very challenging negotiation opponent, isn't he?"
Ryo whispered to Abel.
"You think so too, Ryo?"
"Someone who understands the power of courtesy knows just how important and effective it is in negotiations. By making a beautiful bow, they can begin at an advantage."
"It surprises me that you know this, Ryo."
"I dealt with a lot of cunning people back in my hometown."
Ryo replied, remembering his time in Japan.
He had often faced off with troublesome presidents of rival companies… alongside his boss, Gen-san.
"Ambassador Randassa, thank you for inviting me to the garden party."
"Duke… I mean, Ambassador Helb, it must be busy for you just after your appointment. We are honored that you accepted the invitation."
After some hesitation, Ambassador Randassa chose to address him as 'Ambassador' instead of 'Duke'.
"As this is my first appointment as an ambassador. I am still young and inexperienced. I may cause you some trouble, and I hope for your patience and kindness."
"…It will be my pleasure."
The initial greetings between Duke Helb and Ambassador Randassa ended without incident.
Watching this, one man then approached Duke Helb.
"I would like to ask the ambassador. What is the meaning behind the recent recklessness of the Atinjo Grand Duchy's fleet?"
Though spoken in a restrained tone, the question was blunt and confrontational.
Even at a lowered volume, it was clear enough for Ryo and Abel to hear from where they stood.
The questioner was the Deputy Minister of Ports of the Free City, Mishta.
Duke Helb, the one being questioned, maintained his calm demeanor.
Tilting his head slightly.
"Deputy Minister Mishta! This is a garden party hosted by our embassy. Please mind your language."
Ambassador Randassa intervened, also keeping his voice low.
"But…"
The deputy minister tried to argue back.
"Ah, I see. So, you are Deputy Minister Mishta of the Port Authority. My apologies. I thought I'd memorized all the names and faces of relevant officials, but it seems I missed a few… My apologies."
"All of them?"
Duke Helb spoke in a normal, conversational tone.
Followed by a murmured question from Aide Ronfan, standing behind the Deputy Minister.
"Yes. Aide Ronfan, isn't it? You're attached to Deputy Minister Mishta."
"Y-yes."
Duke Helb replied, surprising Ronfan by correctly identifying him.
"Since I'm taking up the post of ambassador, I thought it was essential to recognize key embassy and Foreign Ministry officials from the Free City. It's my first appointment as an ambassador, so I'm still getting used to things."
Duke Helb said with a wry smile.
The participants around him couldn't help but smile as well.
They were already captivated by him, ever since his 'perfect bow'.
"I believe I can guess the names of most people here. Had the documents from my homeland included portraits, I might have done even better. But I can identify all but five people… based on the descriptions provided."
"Ooohhh~"
Duke Helb continued, impressing the guests.
From the way Duke Helb spoke, they got the feeling that he knew their names.
To be recognized by such an influential figure…
Made the attendees feel validated and enhanced their positive impression, already heightened by his perfect bow.
"Deputy Minister Mishta, shall we discuss the matter of our fleet later?"
"Are you trying to avoid it?"
"No, not at all. Rather, is it wise to reveal everything here? Wouldn't that be more troubling for the Free City government than for the Grand Duchy?"
Duke Helb lowered his voice slightly.
"What do you mean?"
"I'm referring to the movements of the Free City fleet. After all, wasn't that the trigger for this situation?"
"…What are you talking about?"
The Deputy Minister seemed genuinely perplexed by Duke Helb's words.
Seeing this, Duke Helb raised an eyebrow and spoke in a thoughtful tone.
"It appears… you truly are unaware. For the Deputy Minister of Ports to be unaware of this… It would be best if Deputy Minister Mishta personally asked the Navy Minister and the Free City Fleet Commander."
"What… what are you implying, Duke Helb?"
"Doesn't it strike you as strange? Where exactly is the main force of the Free City fleet right now?"
"They're conducting large-scale exercises in the northern seas…"
"While our fleet of 200 ships is anchored at your capital's port? Without protecting the capital?"
"That…that's…"
Deputy Minister Mishta began to frown, contemplating Duke Helb's point.
"When you consult with the Navy Minister and Fleet Commander, you should ask them two things: 'What is the Blue Island?' and 'Was the Free City fleet's main force wiped out?'"
"Wha…?"
Deputy Minister Mishta was stunned into silence by Duke Helb's words.
Even Ambassador Randassa and Aide Ronfan, who had been standing beside him, were speechless.
"Of course, I won't deny that our Grand Duchy is aiming for the unification of the entire southern continent. This has been our nation's aspiration since the previous dynasty. However, the reason for taking large-scale action at this time… isn't solely because of our own motives."
Duke Helb said in an even quieter voice.
Hearing this, Ambassador Randassa seemed to snap back to attention.
"Duke… no, Ambassador Helb, may I have a word with you in private inside the embassy? If you can spare some time?"
"Of course. However, would you mind if I spoke with about five others beforehand?"
"Understood."
Upon hearing Ambassador Randassa's response, Duke Helb smiled warmly and walked away.
Duke Helb first approached Bansnow, the Deputy Ambassador of the Komakyuta Principality.
Next, he headed to Captain Gorick and Deputy Captain Lena of the Lone Dark.
Finally, he made his way to…
"Pardon me. May I join you?"
"Please do, Duke Helb."
"They've just served the third roasted bird. Head Chef Logo Bagirsch from the embassy made this dish, and it's simply superb."
Duke Helb's last stop was with Abel and Ryo.
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"I can guess the names of most people here, but I can't seem to figure out the names of you two."
"Ah, I see. That's why you visited Deputy Ambassador Bansnow, Captain Gorick, and First Officer Lena."
"How you managed to match names with faces is beyond me. Surely, not all their portraits were included in your report."
Abel tilted his head, unable to grasp Duke Helb's methods, while Ryo nodded in understanding.
"The report was indeed just text, but it contained very detailed descriptions of each person's features."
"Impressive. The intelligence network of the Grand Duchy is certainly something."
"For some reason, you sound a bit aggressive, Abel."
Listening to Helb's explanation, Abel's tone seemed confrontational.
A fact that made Ryo slightly worried.
So unusual, it made Ryo a bit tense…
Helb, however, appeared completely unconcerned.
"I have no grudge against the Grand Duchy or Duke Helb. It's just… seeing the current situation in the Free City reminds me of my own country, once occupied by a neighboring nation. Forgive my immaturity for allowing my emotions to get the better of me."
"I see."
Duke Helb nodded, a faint smile on his face.
Then he asked.
"Forgive me, but you two are…?"
"Abel, from the Knightley Kingdom in the Central Countries."
"And I'm Ryo."
"The Central Countries? That's quite far…"
Helb appeared genuinely surprised.
Just as in the Archipelago region, few in this southern part of the continent knew the exact location of the 'Central Countries'.
However, the name itself was familiar, as the language of the Central Countries was fairly widespread.
"I must admit… I wasn't aware that the Suje Kingdom had diplomatic relations with the Central Countries."
Helb noted the fact that individuals from the Central Countries were present at the Suje Kingdom's embassy garden party, properly dressed for the occasion.
"Is that so? I'm surprised you didn't know. The flagship Bralcau of Queen Iliaja, the newly enthroned Queen of the Suje Kingdom, was actually built in our Knightley Kingdom."
"Oh… Now that is interesting."
"Perhaps you didn't hear about this. But five assault frigates once attacked the Bralcau, carrying the queen before her coronation. Naturally, not a single scratch was inflicted, and all five ships were promptly sunk. I was on board at the time, and I can tell you. Being attacked by five frigates is quite an experience."
By now, Abel was speaking with a slight smile.
Watching beside him, Ryo felt a lingering anxiety.
Debating whether he should cast an
However, the man before them was a sorcerer.
One of the most powerful in the southern continent.
If he cast any magic, it would immediately be detected.
In the end, Ryo could do nothing but watch over the situation…
He understood Abel's feelings.
Seeing one's homeland occupied by a foreign power is not a pleasant experience.
Abel, who had been at the forefront of the liberation effort, likely had more intense emotions and thoughts than most people.
The man before them had openly admitted it.
That the Grand Duchy did not deny its ambitions to unify the entire southern continent.
And that they were making large-scale moves.
Toward that goal.
In other words, it was only a matter of time before the Free City would be annexed by the Grand Duchy…
It was hard for Abel not to draw comparisons to the tragic state of his own Knightley Kingdom, half of which, including the capital—had fallen into the hands of rebels and a foreign power.
No matter how much he tried to see the situation differently, memories of his past clouded his thoughts.
Even though he intellectually understood that the Debuhi Empire and the Atinjo Grand Duchy were entirely different entities.
Besides, the Grand Duchy's attack on Queen Iliaja's ship with five frigates, their assault on her coronation, and their alleged involvement in stirring civil war in the Ghegish-Lu Federation all suggested that their motives were far from noble…
"To easily repel five assault frigates, that's impressive. But I must say, the seas have become dangerous these days. If even pirates possess assault frigates."
Helb said without acknowledging that the attacking ships had belonged to the Grand Duchy.
Naturally.
Acknowledging it would spark a diplomatic incident.
Besides, there was no need to admit it.
"Watching one country occupy another is truly something I'd rather not see."
Abel said firmly.
"Pardon me, but the situation in the southern continent is likely beyond your understanding—as someone from the Central Countries."
Duke Helb, smiling, delivered his words with equal clarity.
The two faced each other head-on.
Abel's expression was resolute.
While Helb wore a smile.
It was Helb who looked away first.
"Ah, I'm keeping Ambassador Randassa waiting. I should take my leave. Gentlemen, I hope we'll meet again."
"Frankly, I see no need for us to meet again."
"We, the Grand Duchy, will annex the Free City."
Duke Helb declared this abruptly and with conviction.
Abel, taken aback, furrowed his brows. In a look of open distaste.
"We will eliminate any who stand in our way. Let us hope we won't need to meet again under such circumstances."
"I'll act following what I believe is right."
Hearing this, Helb seemed to stifle a wry smile.
Before bowing and departing.
"Really Abel! Don't put me on edge like that!"
"Sorry. I got a bit carried away."
"You're always passionate, Abel."
"R-really?"
Ryo lightly scolded Abel.
Though not out of anger.
"I understand how you feel."
"Hm?"
"No one wants to see another country taken over."
"Yeah."
Abel nodded in agreement at Ryo's words.
"However… when you look at it historically, both the aggressor and the side being invaded often have various reasons for their actions."
"What do you mean?"
"It's not like the aggressor is all, 'Ha ha! I'm going to conquer everything! Yeah!' or 'Let's expand our territory just because!' or 'We need to punish the country that won't listen to us!' No one's attacking with that mindset."
"…"
"Nine times out of ten, the reason for invasion is economic. Of course, that doesn't mean it justifies invasion. Ideally, these issues should be solved diplomatically, but if diplomacy could solve everything, wars wouldn't happen. Wars arise because each country's circumstances clash and they can't reach a solution. Honestly, the more I study history, the more I feel humanity is still far from evolving past resolving issues through war."
"Uh, right…"
"A struggle for resources and energy… that's the essence of war."
Abel found himself unable to keep up with Ryo's sudden lecture on the nature of war.
"Conversely, if we could develop alternative resources and an accessible power source, nine out of ten wars could be eliminated… logically, that is. So, if we truly want to avoid war, we must advance our technological and developmental capabilities not only at the national level… but for humanity as a whole. But, well, that's easier said than done."
"…You said nine out of ten. What's the other one?"
"Geopolitical reasons. A country may want free access to open waters, but there's another country in its way, for instance. Our own Knightley Kingdom is quite fortunate in that regard. We don't need to invade other nations."
"I see…"
Abel showed a subtle expression of agreement, though with a frown.
"What's this, Abel? You don't want to see other countries being invaded, but do you want to see your own country doing the invading?"
"No, that's not what I'm saying."
"If it's occupying the Debuhi Empire, I wouldn't stop you…"
"Not a chance!"
Ryo paused for a moment, as if suddenly remembering something.
"Oh… there's one more thing…"
"One more thing?"
"Another reason for war. I suppose you could call it war or maybe civil war…"
"Well, go on, now that you've come this far."
"Liberation wars."
"…I see."
Abel, having fought in a war of liberation for his kingdom, seemed to understand.
"Liberation of the oppressed citizens, freedom from colonial rule, economic emancipation… Historically, these wars have been significant as well."
With this, Ryo grimaced.
No one wants war.
It is an action that undeniably produces more suffering than happiness.
However, it's no exaggeration to say that the history of mankind is a history of wars.
Humanity's history has been so marked by war that the idea of lasting peace almost seems like a fantasy.
"In any case, the Grand Duchy will annex the Free City…"
"Indeed. Duke Helb was quite clear about it. He's likely the highest-ranking commander of the occupation forces. As the Grand Duke's brother, he's clearly skilled, and his individual combat abilities are exceptional. Honestly, he seems even more capable than you, Abel."
"Why am I being used as a comparison here?"
"Earlier, you were showing your emotions openly, whereas he handled you without letting any emotion show. In terms of scheming, he's a step ahead, no?"
"…I admit that. I'm not suited for that sort of thing."
Abel accepted Ryo's observation without resistance.
Well aware that he wasn't cut out for schemes and deception.
"Back in our Kingdom, we could rely on Marquis Heinlein for those matters, but he's not here now."
"True."
"Then I have no choice. Strategist Ryo to the rescue!"
"Uh, maybe you don't need to step in if you're that unsure?"
"What kind of talk is that? I'm offering to cover for your weaknesses!"
"Sure, I might not be great at that stuff, but… I doubt you're any better."
"Y-You're probably right?"
Ryo seemed to share Abel's doubts.
"Well, it can't be helped, I guess. People have their strengths and weaknesses. That's just how it is."
"True. We just have to act in the ways that suit us best."
Ryo nodded in agreement at Abel's words.
Their gazes shifted to the sight in front of them…
"It's steamed jumbo prawns. Would you like some?"
A server offered them a freshly steamed prawn, large like a lobster.
"Absolutely, I'd love some!"
"Looks delicious."
Good food brings happiness.
And peace.
As Ryo savored the steamed prawns, he pondered the difficulty of achieving world peace…
-x-X-x-
After the garden party at the Suje Kingdom's embassy, Duke Helb returned to the Atinjo Grand Duchy's embassy.
His first directive was clear…
"Gather information on Abel and Ryo from the Knightley Kingdom, both of whom attended the garden party."
"Understood."
Second Secretary Zlurma replied, bowing respectfully.
From his master's tone, he sensed that the duke was particularly eager to obtain information about the two.
That was rare.
Duke Helb was not easily swayed by emotions.
Perhaps he was naturally inclined to remain calm, but he had also trained to maintain his composure.
As a sorcerer, that self-control was one of his most important abilities.
Unlike magicians, sorcerers use charms and talismans to 'cast' and manifest magical phenomena.
However, this process requires a calm and collected approach.
Any lapse in focus could cause the spell to spiral out of control.
In such cases, the spell could backfire on the practitioner.
That is why those who practice sorcerer are trained from a young age to keep their emotions in check.
Duke Helb was one of the most formidable sorcerers.
Notably, whether it is magic or spell, the phenomena produced are referred to as 'magical phenomena'.
As to why they are not called 'spell phenomena'.
Hardly anyone knows.
Abel and Ryo from the Knightley Kingdom… had managed to unsettle Duke Helb's heart.
Naturally, Zlurma issued thorough instructions to his subordinates to collect detailed information on them.
Meanwhile, a new directive was about to be issued at the Suje Kingdom Embassy.
"Captain Gorick, take the Lone Dark and conduct an urgent investigation."
"An investigation?"
Ambassador Randassa handed Captain Gorick a piece of paper.
"This is the sea area where the Free City Fleet is reportedly conducting large-scale exercises?"
"Yes, that's right. We obtained this information before the exercises were scheduled to begin… I want you to verify whether the exercises are indeed taking place there."
"Is this related to something Duke Helb reportedly mentioned?"
Captain Gorick, though out of earshot, had heard from Ambassador Randassa that Duke Helb said something like:
'Blue Island' and 'the main fleet of the Free City has been decimated'.
The mention of Blue Island was intriguing, but it could wait.
However, he could not ignore the statement about the decimation of the main fleet.
"Two weeks ago, the fleet indeed departed from this free port. For what was described as a month-long exercise. Supported by a supply vessel. Yet, after hearing that statement, I'm beginning to question whether it was really just an exercise…"
"I see. So, you want us to check?"
"Honestly, we don't know what to expect. There's even a chance the Free City Fleet might attack us."
"Hence, you want us to go in the warship, the Lone Dark?"
"Yes. The lives of embassy personnel and Suje Kingdom citizens in this Free City depend on this information. I'm counting on you."
Saying that, Ambassador Randassa bowed his head.
In principle, the navy operates outside the embassy's chain of command.
However, the Lone Dark, having delivered Ryo and Abel to the Free City, was under the embassy's command.
The homeland made this arrangement based on the movements of the Grand Duchy.
Thus, Ambassador Randassa had the authority to 'order' Captain Gorick and his crew.
To conduct the investigation.
But he chose to bow and request it.
He was asking them to enter a dangerous zone.
If it turns out to be an exercise.
Having another nation's warship appear might create a tense situation, but diplomacy should help smooth things over.
Suje Kingdom and the Free City maintain good relations, after all.
However, if it isn't an exercise?
There could be a Grand Duchy fleet.
Or something even more troublesome.
Either way, he was asking them to go.
"Order to investigate acknowledged."
Captain Gorick responded clearly, saluting.
Then, he changed his tone slightly and asked.
"Ambassador, the location is far to the east, not just north. It'll take two days one way for the Lone Dark. Including half a day to investigate, it will be a four to five-day trip…"
"Understood."
"But… hypothetically, if we returned to find the Free City already gone, where should we report?"
Captain Gorick asked a difficult question.
It was difficult but necessary for a captain to confirm.
"If the Free City embassy is closed or uncontactable, the closest embassy is in the capital of the Ghegish-Lu Federation, Moss."
"However, the Ghegish-Lu Federation is currently in civil war…"
Randassa's answer was as expected, prompting Captain Gorick to reply.
"Yes, though the capital remains stable. Moss, like the Free City, is a coastal city. Even if there's a naval blockade, I believe the elite crew of the Lone Dark could still reach the embassy…"
"Understood. Leave that part to us."
Ambassador Randassa smiled slightly, and Captain Gorick responded with a clear smile as well.
The two shook hands firmly and parted ways.
One stayed in the Free City to issue instructions for gathering information, especially from the Navy Ministry and Fleet Command.
The other set out to sea to the east, accompanied by his beloved ship and trusted crew.
In the carriage returning from the embassy, directives to gather more information were likely being issued as well.
Despite the deputy minister's unease.
"The main fleet destroyed? Nonsense, nonsense…"
He kept muttering under his breath like a chant.
Aide Ronfan, sitting with him in the carriage, remained silent for a while but finally decided it was time to speak up.
"Deputy Minister Mishta"
"Huh? Ah, sorry. Yes, what was it again…"
"I was wondering if we should verify what Duke Helb mentioned earlier."
"You're right, we should. After all, it was only Duke Helb who claimed it. The idea of the main fleet being decimated is hard to believe. We need to confirm the information."
Deputy Minister Mishta holds the Free City Fleet in high regard.
He believes that the powerful fleet is what has allowed them to maintain their independence.
"I'll check with the other department aides, but the Navy Ministry will be difficult."
Aide Ronfan said.
The aides in the various ministries are bureaucrats, but the aides in the Navy Ministry and even the smaller Army Ministry tend to be former military personnel.
This meant that Aide Ronfan didn't have strong connections there.
"I'll go directly to the Navy Ministry and the Fleet Command. It would be easier if the Minister of Ports would act, but that's unlikely."
Deputy Minister Mishta replied with a sigh.
Originally, the Minister of Ports was supposed to represent the ministry at today's garden party.
However, he was reportedly suffering from a severe headache and couldn't get out of bed in the medical office of the Ministry of Ports…
"What is this headache about… Ronfan, you mentioned that all ministers have the same symptoms, correct?"
"Yes. As far as we can confirm, everyone except the Prime Minister and the Navy Minister is affected."
Aide Ronfan nodded in response to Mishta's question.
"The Navy Minister… well, he is known for his secrecy, but the Prime Minister, huh…"
Deputy Minister Mishta recalled the face of the Prime Minister.
The Prime Minister of the Free City of Kwebasa, Nosson.
Though he is the highest authority in national power, he does not hold supreme control.
The legislative body of the Free City is the Free Parliament.
With eighty members.
Elected by the citizens of the Free City.
From among these members, the Prime Minister is chosen, but it's not the citizens or the members of the Free Parliament who decide who will be Prime Minister.
It's decided by the people of the Supreme Council in the building next to the Free Parliament.
The Supreme Council, composed of eight influential figures in the Free City, is effectively the real authority.
And who are these influential figures?
Naturally, they are the great merchants.
Eight powerful merchant guilds, renowned across the southern continent.
Have their heads serve as members of the Supreme Council.
Every citizen of the Free City knows who these individuals are.
But no one knows what is discussed within the Supreme Council.
Nosson was chosen by this Supreme Council to be Prime Minister.
He is, of course, not incompetent, but neither is he exceptionally talented or vigorous.
Just over sixty years old, he strikes Deputy Minister Mishta as lacking any real drive in everything he does…
Giving the impression of being 'worn out'.
It's said that in his younger years, he was not like this.
At thirty, he was elected to the Free Parliament, proposed numerous bills beneficial to the Free City, held public debates with common citizens, and took their opinions into account.
He was regarded as a promising young politician.
But at some point…
"Deputy Minister?"
Aide Ronfan's call pulled Deputy Minister Mishta out of his reverie.
"Ah, sorry. Yes, I'll go meet the Prime Minister directly as well."
Deputy Minister Mishta replied.
Then he muttered to himself.
"What… in the world is really happening."
Some, however, were unaffected.
Inside the carriage returning from the embassy.
"The garden party this time… nothing happened."
"What?"
Ryo's muttering was loud enough for Abel to hear.
Well, it seemed a bit too loud to be called a muttering.
"No, to clarify, I just mean there wasn't a typical event like an 'attack on the garden party' or 'sudden battle with the opposing faction'."
"Yeah, I have no idea what you mean as usual."
Sharing information, it seems, is not always straightforward.
"Come on, garden parties are usually when external forces launch attacks, right?"
"I'm pretty sure that's not typical."
"Well, Abel, you've experienced it too, right? Like in Whitnash…"
"I've experienced it, yes… but that was abnormal. I've never heard of anyone attacking a garden party otherwise."
"Or, perhaps, a sudden battle with members of the opposing camp."
"That's not going to happen. That's just absurd."
"Maybe not a full-on battle, but a quarrel or some kind of tense standoff…"
"It's a diplomatic occasion, right? There's no way anything like that would happen."
Abel completely shut down Ryo's ideas.
"Abel, you always start from a place of denial! At this rate, everyone around you will drift away."
"I can't help it. If Ryo keeps saying such ridiculous things."
"Always blaming others…"
"I don't need to hear that from you!"
Taking a breath, Abel steadied himself and continued.
"Even if nothing happened, we did hear some surprising information."
"Indeed. Even though you provoked him so much, still nothing happened."
Ryo nodded solemnly.
"Let's drop that already. It was childish of me."
"No, actually, I was saying that if you had used even more provocative language to insult Duke Helb face-to-face, it might have triggered an 'unexpected battle with the enemy camp'…"
"Besides you, no one would be happy about that."
"Oh, come off it. The battle-crazed Abel would have been thrilled."
"Don't lump me in with you!"
Battle maniac buddies.
"The main force of the Free City Fleet reportedly having been decimated."
"Well, that's pretty serious. I did think something was strange. When the Grand Duchy's fleet docked, there were hardly any Free City warships around, right?"
"Yeah, there were only about a dozen at most. It was unusually few."
They had seen the administrative port when they visited Administrative Island, but there were very few warships there.
"They weren't conducting exercises, but actually wiped out, he claims…"
"Seems like a lot is happening behind the scenes."
"So, what will you do? Will Abel the righteous swordsman swoop in and solve everything in one swift stroke?"
"What's that supposed to mean…? It's not going to be solved that easily."
"It's all right. Just wear black at midnight, sneak into the embassy of the Grand Duchy…"
"To cut down Duke Helb?"
"I wasn't planning on that at all! Talk about extreme, Abel. I was only thinking of gathering information at the embassy."
Ryo feigned surprise.
Abel shot him a sidelong glare.
"Duke Helb… that man, he's strong, isn't he?"
"So you think so too, Abel? I've heard he's the head of the sorcerers, but he should be quite skilled with the sword as well."
"Sword… I only thought he looked strong because of his aura."
"I don't know about aura. But that man's footwork… it looked like someone who uses a sword. Just like you, Abel."
"Like me?"
"Yes. From a young age, it seems like he's trained in a traditional style, a refined and methodical swordsmanship… built from the ground up."
"I see. That's certainly true of me. Ah, but Duke Helb is also the Grand Duke's younger brother… it's a royal fate."
"Indeed, it must be tough to be royalty."
Abel commented with a faint smile, and Ryo shook his head slightly.
Living a life with too many 'must-do' things from a young age seems challenging.
If you choose to do what you want on your own, that's one thing, but…
"Come to think of it, that man… somehow felt unbalanced, like there was something warped, lopsided about him."
"Really? He doesn't look bad, and he's capable with both sorcery and the sword, so I'd say he's balanced."
"Hmm~, I can't quite put my finger on why I felt that way…"
Ryo tilted his head repeatedly.
There was something odd about him, but he couldn't figure out what or why.
It was a sense of discomfort, but…
"He's strange as a person?"
"…That just sounds like you're describing yourself, Ryo."
"How rude! I'm completely normal!"
"Normal people don't call themselves normal, you know?"
"Ugh… that was a trap; so unfair…"
Ryo had fallen into Abel's trap.
"Perhaps he ended up that way because he was forced into so many things from a young age in the Grand Duke's family?"
"That… could be a possibility, but…"
Ryo pondered, though he felt it might be something different.
Then, he realized something completely unrelated.
"Could it be… that Prince Noah might end up like that too?"
Ryo wondered if Noah, Abel and Rihya's son, would also be trained in many things.
"Yes, he'll likely go through a lot. Swordsmanship and magic are necessary for self-defense. A prince is often at risk. So it's crucial for him to protect himself."
"But, well, Crown Prince Cain wasn't in the best health, right? He couldn't wield a sword, could he?"
Ryo brought up Abel's late brother, Crown Prince Cain.
Who had been frail.
"My brother was on a different level. Any situation where he might be endangered was carefully removed. Even when appearing in public, every potential ambush location and method would be anticipated and prevented in advance."
"A strategist…"
Ryo was astonished.
That level of simulation requires an extraordinary intellect.
"He's different from you, Abel. Completely different…"
"Hey, you're definitely mocking me right now!"
"Not at all~. I think you're fine as you are, Abel. Not everyone can be like Crown Prince Cain. All we can do is try our best with what we're capable of."
Although Ryo's words sounded reasonable, his gaze toward Abel was one of sympathy.
Naturally, Abel noticed.
"I-I can think things through too, you know."
"But, in the end, don't you just believe everything can be solved with the sword?"
"Ugh… I can't deny that. How did you know?"
"Because I'm the same way…"
They exchanged glances and sighed in unison.
"I admire the strategist type, but…"
"Yeah, it doesn't seem to suit us."
It seems everyone just has to do what they're capable of.
-x-X-x-
Ryo and Abel returned to the 'Freedom Breeze Inn', which was unusually bustling despite the late hour.
The reason seemed to be the crew of the Lone Dark.
"Why the rush?"
"The decision for an emergency departure has been made. The Lone Dark will sail tonight."
Ryo asked, and First Officer Lena, issuing orders at the entrance, answered.
Though polite in her response, she immediately moved about, helping crew members prepare.
"Abel, can a warship really depart on such short notice?"
"No, it usually takes at least half a day to load supplies and provisions…"
"We've prepared for emergencies by loading mostly dried foods in advance."
Ryo asked, Abel answered, and Susie, the head chef, appeared from behind.
"Susie-san, welcome back! The food at the embassy was amazing!"
"Of course! The embassy's chef is truly skilled."
Susie beamed, pleased by Ryo's praise.
"They say that even food is part of diplomacy at the embassy."
"Makes sense."
She added, and Ryo nodded in agreement.
Recalling similar ideas from manga he'd read back in Japan.
"Is this sudden departure because of that…?"
Abel asked in a low voice.
"Well… since I'm technically part of the military, I can't say much… it falls under military secrecy."
"Come on, Abel, think a bit more before asking questions!"
"R-Right, sorry."
Susie responded with a faint smile, Ryo admonished, and Abel accepted his mistake with an apologetic nod.
It was certainly a question she couldn't answer.
"In terms of what I can share, it's likely related to the remarks made by Duke Helb."
"That's enough for me."
Susie clarified, to which Abel nodded, content with that.
As they spoke, First Officer Lena returned.
"Preparations are complete. It's time to depart."
Lena said to Susie, and then turned to Abel and Ryo.
"Things may change quickly in the Free City over the next few days. Be careful, both of you."
"You too."
"Good luck."
Lena wished them well, and they returned the sentiment.
With that, Lena, Susie, and the rest of the crew returned to their beloved ship.
The Lone Dark anchored at the Free Port.
While Captain Gorick and Chief Engineer Gunno were stationed at the embassy, First Officer Lena and Head Chef Susie stayed at the Freedom Breeze Inn to help with embassy affairs.
Of course, the Lone Dark was never left entirely unmanned.
Being a warship.
According to military regulations, at least one officer must remain onboard unless the ship itself is undergoing maintenance in a dry dock.
In this case, Chief Officer Mostara was aboard.
A disciplined and respected officer known for his kindness and steadfastness.
Yet in close-combat boarding situations, he was always one of the first to leap aboard enemy ships, right after First Officer Lena.
As one of the officers leading the crew, he believes he should be at the head of the assault… so, in that sense, he may be steadfast after all.
"Are the ports clear of blockades?"
"Yes, no blockades! The Grand Duchy's fleet shows no movement."
Mostara asked, and a crew member answered.
"They're here! On the ferry from Diplomatic Island! I see Captain Gorick on board."
"Excellent."
The fifty people from Diplomatic Island arrived directly at the free port on a ship owned by the embassy.
It was faster than crossing the Diplomatic Bridge.
"From land! First Officer Lena's leading the way!"
"Good."
After confirming both groups, Mostara nodded several times.
"Let's get this ship ready to sail!"
"Aye, sir!"
An hour later, the Lone Dark departed Free Port.
"I guess they couldn't fully block the port."
"Likely just offshore."
Captain Gorick remarked, and Chief Officer Mostara replied, checking the chart.
"We'll have favorable westerly winds until dawn. With this tailwind… we should achieve adequate speed despite the northern current."
Weather forecasting was another important job for the Chief Officer.
"Westerly winds, huh…?"
Captain Gorick muttered, glancing up at the mast.
"Anything ahead?"
"Nothing in sight!"
"And astern?"
"A few ships from the Grand Duchy are mobilizing!"
Nan checking forward from the foremast.
And Nin checking the rear from the main mast in the center.
Captain Gorick, expecting this, had assigned two lookouts from the start.
"Forward! We've spotted a patrolling fleet! Between five and ten ships."
"Identity and type?"
"Still unknown!"
Nan reported, shouting.
"Aft! Six Grand Duchy vessels. Masrija-class ships!"
"A fast type. So they mean to chase us."
Nin shouted and reported, and Captain Gorick muttered.
"Forward! Grand Duchy vessels. Eight Buna-class ocean-going assault ships!"
"The ones with magic cannons. They've deployed their most troublesome ships."
"Each ship typically carries twenty magicians."
Captain Gorick grumbled, and First Officer Lena added.
"That's 160 magic bombardments. Our ship's magic barrier won't hold against that."
"We could possibly handle up to fifty rounds with a coordinated volley…"
Captain Gorick grimaced, and First Officer Lena supplemented the information.
"Engaging in close combat is out of the question, and magic cannon fire is too much. Our only option is to evade, and they know it too…"
Captain Gorick, muttering aloud, thought through their options.
First Officer Lena remained silent.
While Chief Officer Mostara was checking the charts and wind directions over and over again.
After twenty seconds, Captain Gorick raised his head.
"Mostara, is the wind and current still the same?"
"Still blowing from the west. The current from the north is weak."
"Alright. All hands, set the fore-and-aft sails!"
"Aye, sir!"
The Lone Dark has three large masts.
A mast is a huge pillar where sails are hung, and midway up, a crew member with a telescope can survey the surroundings.
The foremost mast is the foremast.
In the center, standing tallest, is the mainmast.
At the rear, the shortest mast is the mizzenmast.
The first two masts, the foremast and the mainmast, generally have square sails attached to them.
Square sails… the kind typically associated with 'sailing ships', are the large, rectangular sails strung across the masts.
They're ideal for catching wind from behind, or what's called a tailwind.
However, the wind doesn't always blow conveniently from behind.
Sometimes a ship must head into the wind.
Naturally, a sailing ship cannot move directly upwind.
Not without a 'Wind Engine'. (TLN: Also called 'Wind Generator')
But even in times when alchemy was less advanced, sailing ships still needed to navigate upwind.
Since they couldn't sail directly into the wind, they zigzagged their way upwind instead…
The fore-and-aft sail is set to catch winds not coming from behind, like side winds or even slightly forward winds.
Like square sails, they can catch a tailwind too and are versatile…
Though square sails are faster in a direct tailwind.
On the Lone Dark, the fore-and-aft sail can be set on the rear mizzenmast.
Thanks to a special modification as a warship, it can change between square and fore-and-aft sails even while in motion…
But right now, with the Lone Dark heading east under a westerly wind, setting the fore-and-aft sail isn't useful.
It would only obstruct the wind for the square sail on the lower mainmast.
Yet, Captain Gorick ordered the fore-and-aft sail set.
Naturally, his orders are carried out.
No one may understand the reason, but it doesn't matter.
The captain gives the command, and the crew executes it.
That's how they've survived.
Captain Gorick issued another command.
"Alright. Helmsman! Port rudder!"
"Pooort ruuuudder!"
Following Captain Gorick's command, the helmsman responded in a distinctive tone and turned the rudder to the left.
The Lone Dark shifted fifteen degrees to port.
"Hold the port rudder until the ship faces northeast."
"Aye, sir."
Captain Gorick then opened one of the voice tubes beside him.
The voice tube is used to communicate verbally from the bridge to various parts of the ship.
"Chief Engineer Gunno."
"This is Gunno. Go ahead, Captain."
"Reverse the engine. Generate a quarter headwind. When I give the signal, shift the engine to full forward rotation!"
"Understood, quarter headwind in reverse!"
Through alchemy, the Lone Dark can create wind and sail using that wind.
It's equipped with an alchemy device called a 'wind engine'.
Currently, with the west wind behind them, the wind engine is inactive.
The engine is powered by magic stones, and once the stored magic is depleted, the engine stops.
Some crew members can use magic, so they can replenish the magic stones in rotation.
As a sailing ship, the Lone Dark doesn't need to use the engine if there's a tailwind.
But Captain Gorick's command was to create a 'headwind'.
Naturally, this slows the ship.
Since only a quarter power is used, the distant assault ship hasn't noticed the Lone Dark's deceleration.
However, it seems that Lone Dark's course change hasn't gone unnoticed.
The enemy ship has begun moving north to intercept it.
Given the distance and each ship's speed, the slower Buna-class ocean-going assault ship will likely succeed in cutting off the Lone Dark.
"In five minutes, we'll enter the enemy's cannon range."
Chief Officer Mostara reported after calculating.
That was the signal.
"Alright! Helmsman, hard to starboard, full turn!"
"Haaaard-to-Staaarboard!"
The Lone Dark made a sharp right turn, listing heavily to the right.
Clinging to the voice tube, Captain Gorick shouted his orders.
"Engine room, deploy the
"Aye. Deploying
"Now, set the engine to full forward rotation!"
"Roger that! Engaging full engine power!"
The voice of Chief Engineer Gunno echoed from the voice tube.
Immediately after, Captain Gorick shouted on the spot.
"Everyone, hold on tight!"
Those who had grabbed onto something secure during the sharp starboard turn tightened their grips once again.
The ship accelerated.
With the engine at full power.
And the west wind now blowing from the right rear quarter.
Both forces combined.
In a sailing ship, the highest speed is achieved not with a direct tailwind.
But with a wind from the rear quarter.
That's because, with a direct tailwind, the mainmast's square sail catches the wind.
Blocking it from reaching the foremast's sail.
But with a rear-quarter wind, both the mainmast's and the foremast's square sails catch the wind.
Additionally, the mizzenmast's fore-and-aft sail also picks up the wind.
The Lone Dark, now harnessing the right rear-quarter westerly wind with all its sails and the engine at full power, achieved its highest speed since it was built.
It was a ship of the maritime Kingdom of Suje.
You bet it would be fast.
The speed exceeded the enemy's expectations.
The ocean-going assault ships of the Grand Duchy, which had anticipated capturing the Lone Dark within its firing range soon, was thrown into confusion.
The Lone Dark had pivoted sharply at the edge of the firing range and then, unbelievably, accelerated.
Now, with its course shifted southeast, the ocean-going assault ships would be unable to pursue.
Since it had been maneuvering northward to block the Lone Dark's path.
It would need to make a full 180-degree turn on the spot.
Or perhaps follow a wide arc to realign to the southeast in an attempt to give chase.
Either way, this maneuver would slow the Grand Duchy's ship significantly.
Meanwhile, the Lone Dark, having accelerated to an astounding speed, was rapidly leaving the battlefield.
They fired sporadic magic cannon shots, but most of them fell short.
The few that did reach were deflected by the Lone Dark's
Even the Masrija-class vessel, which had pursued from the Free Port, was soon outpaced… and the Lone Dark vanished over the horizon.
Embassy of the Atinjo Grand Duchy, Ambassador's Office.
"Your Excellency, the Lone Dark of the Suje Kingdom's Navy has broken through the blockade and moved into the eastern seas."
"As expected of a maritime powerhouse rivaling the Principality. It seems we are no match for them at sea."
Duke Helb said with a wry smile.
Though he had issued orders to obstruct them, he hadn't truly expected much success.
Sailors from the archipelago regions are renowned for their maritime skills.
Among them, the Suje Kingdom's navy, known as a maritime nation, and especially its Central Navy, famed as its most elite unit…
Would not be easily captured.
And so it had come to pass.
"Ah yes, it was Captain Gorick and First Officer Lena."
Duke Helb recalled, clearly remembering the faces and names of the two whom he had met at the garden party.
"Now then… once they learn the truth, how will they report it? Or will they even return alive?"
The murmured words didn't reach the ears of Second Secretary Zlurma standing beside him.
-x-X-x-
The day after the Lone Dark escaped the Grand Duchy fleet. Just before noon.
With the westerly wind, they were progressing smoothly eastward.
"How's it looking, Mostara?"
Captain Gorick called out to Chief Officer Mostara, who had been scrutinizing the charts.
"With this wind, we should reach the designated area by evening."
"Over six hours ahead of schedule. That extra time is invaluable."
Satisfied with Mostara's response, Captain Gorick nodded with a slight smile.
Although there was no specific deadline, gathering information as quickly as possible and delivering it to the embassy was essential.
The continent's situation was too urgent for delays.
No one could predict what might happen today or tomorrow…
It was then.
"Captain! There's something floating up ahead!"
Nan, stationed at the foremast and scanning the eastern horizon with a telescope, shouted.
Captain Gorick quickly ran to the bow.
Peering through his telescope, it took him a few moments to identify what it was.
"Planks?"
He recognized it, but he couldn't understand why such things were floating.
"There's more floating further east!"
Nan shouted again.
It wasn't just a single plank.
Many more were drifting…
"Mostara! There aren't any islands to the east, are there?"
"No islands, sir!"
From the bow, Captain Gorick shouted his question.
And Chief Officer Mostara yelled back in reply.
Before he knew it, First Officer Lena had joined him at the bow, observing through her telescope.
She spoke.
"Captain, it seems to be the wreckage of a ship."
"Ah… so you think the same, Lena?"
Captain Gorick nodded slightly at Lena's words.
His expression turning grim.
It was understandable.
No sailor ever wanted to see the wreckage of a ship.
They also had enough information to guess whose wreckage this might be.
"Nan! Keep an eye out for any national or naval flags that might be drifting!"
"Copy that!"
If this truly was the main force of the Free City's fleet as reported, there could be a flag from the Free City or the Free City's naval flag floating in the water.
Of course, if they found it, it would mean acknowledging a harsh reality.
"Could it be as Duke Helb said, that the main fleet of the Free City was annihilated?"
"Even if that's true, there might be surviving ships. Perhaps with broken masts or damaged propulsion, unable to move…"
"Yeah, if there's anyone alive, we should help them."
Captain Gorick's thoughts mirrored Lena's words.
They were sailors.
Regardless of nationality, they would help anyone in trouble at sea.
At that moment, Chef Susie approached.
"Captain, whatever's out there, it'd be best to eat now, don't you think?"
Chef Susie's words were precise.
Even from here, they could tell something had happened in the designated area.
The closer they got, the more pressed for time they might become.
"You're right."
Captain Gorick nodded and called out,
"Everyone, take turns and get your lunch! Make sure you eat! Who knows if you'll get dinner!"
"Today's lunch is curry! There's plenty, so fill up!"
Chef Susie shouted, too.
"Woohoo!"
A cheer arose from the crew.
Maybe even in the archipelago region, there was a tradition of eating curry in the navy…
5 PM sharp.
"From around here, the sea's color looks different…"
Captain Gorick muttered, gazing at the sea from the side.
Of course, varying colors in the sea were common.
Some seas appeared deep blue, while others were more greenish.
But here was different.
"What is this ominous black color…?"
It wasn't blue. It was black.
And the sun's setting rays weren't the reason for it.
There was a clear line where the color changed.
"Captain! There's an island ahead!"
At that moment, Nin, atop the foremast shouted.
During this time, Nin was on the foremast to keep watch in Nan's place.
"An island? In a place like this?"
Muttering, Captain Gorick glanced at Chief Officer Mostara beside him.
"There's no island marked on the map provided by the embassy."
Chief Officer Mostara said, nodding.
Of course, the embassy's work was diplomatic.
So the maps they had were over a decade old and hadn't been updated.
Still, it seemed unlikely that an island would be missing.
Unless one had recently emerged…
Captain Gorick was torn.
There was no trace of the Free City's fleet in the designated area.
No surviving sailors.
They had seen wreckage along the way.
It was safe to conclude that the fleet was destroyed.
However, they had discovered an island further east.
One that wasn't supposed to be there.
Should they land on it?
Or even approach it?
Could it be that this island was the reason for the fleet's destruction?
Suddenly, he shouted an order.
"Hard to starboard! Turn around quickly! Leave this area at full speed!"
"Haaard-to-staaarboard!"
"After a 180-degree turn, full speed ahead!"
At Captain Gorick's command, the helmsman turned the wheel, and First Officer Lena relayed the order to the engine room through a voice tube.
After completing the 180-degree turn, Nan climbed the mainmast to keep an eye on the rear.
Nin watched the front from the foremast, and Nan took the rear from the mainmast.
Thanks to their training, they didn't need specific instructions.
But as soon as he climbed the mast, Nan began shouting.
"Captain! Something is surfacing behind us!"
A report that made no sense just from hearing it.
Captain Gorick dashed to the stern, reaching it in seconds.
Right beside the ship, bubbles were rising from the sea in vast amounts, so close that there was no need for a telescope.
Seeing this, Captain Gorick's skin prickled.
He sensed that something dangerous was coming.
"Lena! Prepare for boarding combat!"
"Copy that!"
Clank.
A chain stretched up from the depths of the sea, entwining itself around the stern of the Lone Dark.
The crew immediately tried to pull it off, but it wouldn't budge.
And then, it appeared from the depths.
A ship.
Its sails were torn, all three masts broken halfway up, and large holes gaped along the ship's sides.
Near the bow, the name of the ship was visible.
Even Captain Gorick recognized it.
"Flagship of the Free City Fleet, the Pororock…"
Captain Gorick muttered, his voice trembling.
The Pororock was the flagship of the Free City Fleet. Meaning it always sailed with the main fleet.
The fact that this ship had sunk.
And the fact that it had appeared from under the sea.
"A ghost ship?"
First Officer Lena murmured as she finished preparations for the boarding combat and moved to Captain Gorick's side.
That seemed to be the only reasonable conclusion.
Every sailor knew ghost ships existed.
Even the Lone Dark had once fought the infamous 'ghost ship Ruri'.
But…
"A ship that was still 'alive' just a few weeks ago, becoming a ghost ship? I've never heard of such a thing."
Gorick answered.
Yes, ghost ships existed.
But they didn't become ghost ships so easily.
While there were exceptions, like 'Ruri', ghost ships were said to form when a vessel sank to the bottom of the sea and over the span of decades, or even centuries, fused with the spirits of the crew who perished with it.
At the very least, it didn't happen in just a few years.
And certainly not in just a few weeks…
"Could that island… be creating ghost ships…?"
"Lena…"
Lena's whispered words aligned with what Captain Gorick had been thinking.
"I haven't heard of anything like it either…"
"No, surviving comes first!"
Lena may not have known either… but Captain Gorick reminded himself of what was most critical at this moment.
The Pororock, as a flagship, was massive.
It was larger than the Lone Dark, an ocean-going cruiser, and its deck sat slightly higher.
Ropes were flung from the Pororock onto the Lone Dark.
As they slid down the ropes onto the Lone Dark…
Snap!
Just then, the crew of the Lone Dark slashed the ropes.
Causing those attempting to board to fall into the sea.
"They're zombies…"
"Yes."
Captain Gorick and First Officer Lena confirmed.
The ghost ship Ruri had been crewed by skeletons.
It seemed not all ghost ships were the same.
Again and again, ropes were cast down only to be cut, with the boarders plunging into the sea each time.
However, it seemed even the ghost ship was losing patience.
Dozens of ropes were thrown all at once.
Cutting all of them was impossible.
Finally, zombies set foot on the deck of the Lone Dark.
Some wore the uniform of the Free City Fleet.
The crew of the Lone Dark noticed this.
At first, they showed pity.
But that sympathy soon vanished.
"Show no mercy! If they take us, we'll end up like them!"
Captain Gorick shouted.
It wasn't out of reason.
He had voiced the words that rose from deep within him.
He himself didn't fully understand what he meant by 'if they take us'.
Would it happen if they were dragged to the ghost ship? If their spirits were ensnared? Or… if they were killed?
The crew of the Lone Dark, under First Officer Lena's and Chief Officer Mostara's leadership, fought on the aft deck.
Before the battle began, Captain Gorick had given First Officer Lena one absolute order:
"Do not let anyone die".
Therefore, any crew member with even the slightest wound was immediately pulled back to be healed with potions.
The fighting was limited to the aft deck, making this possible.
After a while, as he continued to command the defense, Captain Gorick tilted his head slightly.
The Lone Dark's defensive line was by no means impregnable.
Yet, the zombies weren't charging all at once.
In fact, they wouldn't advance beyond a certain line.
"A line…? Could it be…"
Captain Gorick leaned over the side of the ship to look at the water.
The Lone Dark was bound by the chain from beneath the sea and had stopped moving.
The engine had also been shut down when they'd decided to prepare for boarding combat.
The Lone Dark was sitting right where the color of the sea changed.
"The zombies only move within that dark part of the sea? They can't cross it?"
Captain Gorick was convinced.
There was a chance of victory.
But he also had concerns.
For now, the Pororock was stationary.
But if it began to move and dragged the Lone Dark into the dark sea…
The wind was still blowing from the west.
With the Pororock's sails torn, it couldn't catch the wind.
But there was no way to know if the Pororock's wind engine was operational.
Captain Gorick hurried to the speaking tube and issued his command.
"Run the engine at full throttle! Burn it out if you have to!"
"Aye, sir!"
Chief Engineer Gunno's voice rang out in reply.
"Lena! Cut that chain connecting us!"
Captain Gorick shouted toward the aft.
First Officer Lena glanced briefly at Captain Gorick, then at the chain binding the Lone Dark to the ghost ship Pororock.
It was clear to anyone that this wouldn't be easy.
Captain Gorick had already seen how the crew had tried to pry off that chain without success.
However…
Lena nodded.
She turned to Chief Officer Mostara, fighting alongside her.
"Mostara, cover me!"
"Understood!"
Without hesitation, Mostara charged into the throng of zombies.
Cutting through them like a raging storm.
His quiet, steady demeanor as a navigator was nowhere to be found; he now moved like a vengeful spirit.
Even the zombies were drawn toward him, distracted just enough.
At that moment, Lena dashed forward.
And leaped.
With her sword gripped in reverse, she brought it down on the chain, channeling her momentum into the blow.
She chanted as she struck.
"
Sword and wind-attribute magic struck the chain simultaneously.
Snap.
The chain binding Pororock and the Lone Dark shattered.
With a graceful landing, Lena returned to the Lone Dark.
Its engine, pushed to full power, surged forward.
Carrying them swiftly out of the blackened waters.
In the next moment, the zombies at the aft collapsed.
Lena, Mostara, and the rest who had fought at the stern could only stare at the scene, stunned.
Only Gorick seemed to realize the connection between the dark waters and the zombies.
They had simply trusted him and followed his orders.
But that trust had saved them.
"Did we… make it?"
"Somehow, we did."
Chief Officer Mostara muttered, and First Officer Lena echoed his sentiment softly.
"You did well."
Captain Gorick praised, coming up to the stern to commend those who fought.
At that, those at the stern finally sat down.
The reality of their survival sank in.
"Captain, how should we report this?"
Lena asked as she stood back up.
She was just as uptight as Mostara.
"Report exactly what we saw."
"Is that wise?"
"I don't know. But given what we encountered, it needs to be reported. I feel… it's something humans would be better off avoiding. They might need to close off the area and have representatives from several nations discuss it."
Captain Gorick sighed deeply as he spoke.
It might not be the right decision, but if they didn't report it and something terrible happened… that would be a regret he'd carry for life.
For Gorick, there was no choice but to report what they'd seen…