Escape

The moon gradually rose over Newen Harbor, north of Portsmouth Royal Naval Shipyard.

Avoiding the military port where the Faletis Kingdom's First Fleet was stationed, two uninvited guests arrived at a somewhat desolate little bay.

Flap, flap, flap.

"Mr. Strauss, even if this is an urgent assigned mission,

Clown still cannot understand why we have to take such a huge risk and come all the way to the new Sea Hegemon's territory to save such a useless fellow. Caw, caw, caw."

The speaker was a strange-looking clown, slowly drifting down from the sky amid a cluster of white doves.

He wore a white bone clown mask, a red hood trimmed in gold, a khaki robe beneath it, and a pair of red curled-toe shoes.

He chattered incessantly like a hopeless blabbermouth all the way there, occasionally letting out several piercing shrieks of laughter.

Beside him stood a middle-aged man in formal attire, with gray curly hair and a small mustache, exuding an intensely artistic air.

Even though they were companions on this mission and had traveled together for quite some time,

the middle-aged man known as Mr. Strauss still felt a heartfelt headache over this madman who dared call an Evil God "useless."

But to make him shut up quickly and avoid being implicated himself, he could only patiently explain:

"Just like the God of Music, the supreme representative of art most revered by us, the God of Opera will be the Lowland Republic's best medium for exporting democracy."

Their purpose in coming here was clearly defined: to rescue the God of Opera, Purcell, who had been sealed here!

The reasoning was very simple.

The plan now devised by the Evil Gods led by the Black Wing God was to advance together along two paths.

First, harvest the Remnant Race