The Greatest Scam

Andros, standing behind Nelson and Pythia, had shaved off his thick mop of unruly hair, revealing a shiny blue scalp. Compared to his previous savage-like appearance, he could now be called handsome. A bright red cloak streamed back from the clasps of his bronze pauldrons, and he planted a stout Cypress Staff on the deck like a spear, striking it again and again, the knocks pounding against the hearts of every Wizard behind him.

He opened his mouth wide, blue veins bulging at his temples and neck, making his bald-headed look even more terrifying. Deep, muffled roars burst from his chest, driving the neatly arrayed Wizards to let out earth-shaking battle cries in unison.

At that moment, they did not look like a band of beaten remnants who had just reclaimed their home. They looked more like a mighty army that had just finished mustering and was riding out under the command to conquer. Though their numbers could clearly be carried by only a few ships, amid their roars, they seemed like thousands upon thousands of troops and horses galloping across the sky.

"This time... I won't be unprepared again."

Nelson narrowed his eyes and said softly. His gaze met Kenttanka's ruined eye in midair. With Tom and Kenttanka's utterly undefended cooperation, he already knew everything that had happened in Alexandria.

His voice was drowned out by the warriors' shouts. Only Pythia beside him knew what he had said. Her face was flushed bright red, and she gripped the handrail beside the ram with all her strength, trembling all over, immersed in the enormous shock brought by everything she had seen and heard from the fleet's departure to the end of its voyage.

Her gaze toward Nelson was full of admiration. As one of the very few who knew the