Henry, Captain Henry!

Even amid that horrific slaughter, a few fish had managed to slip through the net. At some point, a small rowboat had escaped from the ship and quietly rowed in the opposite direction before the gray fog drew near.

And aboard that small boat was the captain who had been directing everyone from the middle of the deck moments earlier!

"Damn it, why is this happening? Why is that thing here too? Did it chase us from there?"

"No... No, that's not right. It clearly came from the direction of the Eastern Continent!"

The captain stared toward the Eastern Continent. The terror and fury in his eyes gradually turned into confusion, and he muttered, "Could it be... that the Steel Empire didn't suffer a rebellion, but encountered something like this instead?"

If that was the case... what was he supposed to do?

His name was Henry Bartolo. He was a member of the royal bloodline of the Tanzan Terrez Country in the Western Islands, and one of its princes!

However, because he lacked magical talent and was not of the main line, this prince held no real power in his country. He could only enjoy the support and privileges of the royal family. Moreover, he held no official title that could be passed down to his descendants, which meant that although he could enjoy royal support now, his descendants might one day be reduced to hauling bricks...

Such a situation was intolerable to most nobles, but he had no choice. His sensitive status had made him a target, and the main-line elder brother whom he had supported in his youth had failed to become king. Instead, his head had been chopped off and hung on the city wall.

The fact that Henry had not been executed alongside him was already