Floating Warship

It was already dark by the time they neared Gotham City.

Ansiwodoss sat on the Dragon's back, looking down at the city below, which was still brightly lit despite the night. The high-rises stretched beyond the limits of sight, while the streets bustled with traffic. It was like a city that never slept, and the night view was hardly inferior to Demon Capital's.

He could not help praising it. "Who would have thought that a few years ago, this place was nothing but a wilderness overrun by undead? Rayne, you've done well!"

"Your talent for governing and developing a nation is even more impressive than your talent as a Wizard," Oruoin also praised him sincerely.

"Thank you for the compliment, Master." Rayne accepted the praise modestly.

Oruoin suddenly smiled. "Although I don't usually interfere in the Empire's affairs, I've seen how rapidly the Empire has developed over the past two years. In this world, no one is more suited to be the regent than you. I'm very glad I supported you back then."

This time, Rayne did not humble himself. He nodded with a pleased expression.

Oruoin failed to notice that when he said this, Ansiwodoss's eyes flickered, and his expression became somewhat complicated.

Rayne patted the Dragon beneath him. "Borchi, don't enter the city. Let's fly north."

"Okay, boss."

The Golden Three-Headed Dragon changed direction and flew north at high altitude. A moment later, following Rayne's instructions, it landed in a wilderness roughly fifty kilometers from Gotham City. This area was also within the radiance of the Statue of the Goddess of Magic, but Gotham City had yet to develop this far. The surroundings were pitch-black and deserted, with the sea lying just over ten miles to the east.

Ansiwodoss leaped from the Dragon's back. After looking around, he