Duke Capone stood on the deck, quietly watching the waves crash against the ship's hull. His eyes, bloodshot from many sleepless nights, held a chaotic blend of fatigue, determination, and pride.
Gentle waves, faint mist, and pale morning sunlight spreading over the horizon painted a picture of serene beauty.
Capone turned his gaze toward the fleet sailing smoothly alongside. Though these were merely improved magic ships designed by Leonardo, they sailed flawlessly.
At this moment, Duke Capone breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing that Charles V had finally awakened.
'His Majesty is a wise man. Resolving the aftermath won't be difficult for him.'
Charles V had ascended the throne at a young age, overcoming numerous political enemies to lead Lania into prosperity. Though he'd made an unfortunate choice in his queen, he was far from a fool at his core.
Capone's gaze shifted to Drake, who stood holding the helm, puffing thoughtfully on his cigar.
