Basking lazily in the sun, Hudson thoroughly enjoyed his sunbath. Five days had passed since the Battle of Poison Dragon Island.
After destroying all the ships, Hudson returned to the Royal Capital. As for whether the Church delegation lived or died, it was no longer within his considerations.
With the Ghost Ship watching over them, even if merchant vessels wandered in by mistake, they could not possibly take anyone away.
"Rescue"? They could think about it all they wanted. The Ghost Ship's fearsome reputation had now spread across the entire continent. Everyone knew that the Church's three great fleets had been wiped out in the Misty Sea.
As for what exactly had happened, aside from Hudson, the mastermind behind it all, even the Alpha Kingdom, the local power, could only speculate. There was no need to mention everyone else.
No matter how curious they were, no major power was willing to risk its foundations on a meaningless adventure.
Besides, news of the large number of survivors had yet to spread. The reports received by the Church all said "total annihilation." They would not organize a rescue, nor did they have the nerve to send another fleet to search for survivors.
With some free time on his hands, Hudson turned his attention back to military training. This time, the focus was not the Kingdom's Standing Army, but the Kingdom's elite forces that had just been cobbled together.
Launching a surprise attack after a long expedition not only placed high demands on the soldiers' physical endurance, but also on the army's organizational and management capabilities. Improving coordination between different units was equally crucial.
The original plan had been to deploy fifty thousand troops, but Moxi Duchy's lobbying proved too difficult to resist, forcing the total strength to be raised to one hundred