However, at the western military port of the Northern Continent.
A portion of the navy was already stationed in the harbor.
Eight light cruisers and twelve frigates.
Though they had not set out, every ship in the harbor had been readied for battle. Their torpedo tubes were fully loaded.
The fifty Spitfire Medium Bombers at the rear airfield had also been loaded with torpedoes and rockets.
These were no ordinary torpedoes; besides explosions, they carried immensely powerful electric magic.
The Northern Alliance had been using electricity to make steel for nearly four years.
Through constant improvements, they had become highly skilled at using electricity.
But Nameris of the Long Silver Scales, the Merfolk Race traitor who had come to attack, did not know that the divine blood of the goddess's descendant, which her people had endured humiliation and hardship to reclaim, was here.
Iliana was here.
Those traitorous Merfolk Race members lay in ambush here.
They were ready to take revenge at any moment.
Long, long ago, the first Water Saintess had been from the Merfolk Race, as had several generations after her.
Then a Merfolk Race Saintess fell in love with a human, and from then on—
Humans possessed the Water Saintess.
Still, it was nothing much, because humans had been the vanguard against demons since long, long ago.
But unfortunately, that was gone.
Back then, the Merfolk Race had suffered tremendous harm in the ocean from those events.
Yet some myths and legends remained to be heard.
The Merfolk Race had always been exceptionally enthusiastic when it came to traitors, their longtime mortal enemies—the jealous Leviathans—and the jealous, venomous Serpent Race.
"Anvil" military port, after an exceedingly long wait.
Above the heavens, night blanketed the Lost Strait.
Moonlight stingily leaked through gaps in the clouds in a few