Wait a minute?
A warship?!
Edmund shot to his feet, nearly knocking over the blueberry tea on his desk.
His eyes widened as he carefully reread the letter from beginning to end, his shock growing with every word.
'Killed Frost Throat Hosen… captured a Magical Warship comparable to a second-rate ship of the line… saved the faculty and students of three academies… defeated the projection of an Abyss Lord…'
Edmund sucked in a sharp breath, a dull ache starting in his head.
'Just as I thought. That kid can't stay quiet no matter where he goes. He's always stirring up some earth-shattering trouble, and it gets more outrageous every time!'
"Master, what's wrong?" Tower Spirit Xiaoxue noticed the commotion and flew over worriedly. Seeing Edmund's grim expression, she asked with concern, "Is... is it bad news?"
"Bad news?" Edmund gave a wry smile. "It's bad news for some, but for us in the North Wind Legion... it might be an opportunity, but it could also be a massive headache."
