"Useless! All of you are useless!"
The middle-aged man wearing a crown roared on the deck.
His voice, filled with fury, nearly echoed throughout the entire royal ship.
This middle-aged man was none other than Carnet Rowell, the current king of the southern Kingdom of Carnet.
Lyle, the brat whom Maud had shot dead earlier, was Rowell's most beloved second prince.
That was precisely why Rowell had brought Lyle aboard. He had intended to take Lyle to Mary Geoise to broaden his horizons.
Who would have thought that Lyle would be shot dead before they had even left the East Blue...
Although Rowell had already thrown the soldiers who had failed to protect Lyle into the sea to feed the fish, the anger in his heart still refused to subside.
In a situation like this, how could his fury possibly die down without torturing the culprit hundreds or thousands of times?
Yet in truth, after learning the details, he had not only refrained from dispatching the royal ship's forces to support the Marines responsible for escorting them, but had even ordered them to avoid the battle.
He had done so to avoid taking risks, while also allowing the two warships from Marine Headquarters to deal with the culprits.
There was no doubt that Rowell truly wanted to avenge his beloved second prince.
But before that, how could Rowell waste two ready-made warships as his enforcers?
Preserving his own resources as a prerequisite, then making use of everything available by any means necessary—that was the excellent quality a king should possess.
Rowell had always been this way, so even when consumed by rage, he would not do anything foolish.
After venting his anger on the deck, Rowell looked toward a tall, muscular man beside him.
"Felton, go find out what's happening."