After seven rounds of strikes, the three Floating Fleets began taking turns retreating, returning along their original route to the Babula Fortress Group.
Watching the Floating Fleets recede into the distance, the white-haired old man said in a deep voice, "Request aid from the theocracy."
For once, no one objected.
If they did not ask for aid now, they might never get another chance to do so.
"Your Majesty, I will send over the 2,500 officers as soon as possible. I shall take my leave for today." White Rose Duke Elissina turned sideways and bowed to Olenis, King of the Okra Kingdom, before turning and departing.
One after another, the remaining dukes also left.
Before he knew it, Olenis was the only one left atop the bell tower.
Looking at the Holy Blood Shield that remained active, he let out a long sigh.
He did not know whether his cousin had used that black pendant, but since the enemy Sky Fleet had reached this place, it no longer mattered.
As for the Babula Fortress Group, it had likely already been reduced to ruins.
"Perhaps I truly will become the last king of the Okra Kingdom."
After murmuring those words, Olenis jumped down from the bell tower, returned to the ground, and strode toward the main hall.
There was no longer time to consider anything else. The most urgent matter was to reorganize the troops, withdraw the border forces before Xinia Province completely fell, and redeploy them around the Babula Fortress Group.
As for Demol Province, eastern Xinia Province, and Morgana Province, they could only be abandoned.
After all, if they could not even defend the royal capital, what use were those provinces near the Parambria Kingdom?
Late at night, at the border between Okra Province and Voronoi Province, White Rose