Galahad had nearly exhausted all his strength just to keep his expression from collapsing.
Stay calm, stay calm, Galahad, he told himself.
Castel must have had some purpose in showing him this right away.
That was an entire ship made of steel!
After taking several deep breaths, Galahad barely managed to calm himself. Though he had no idea what deeper meaning Count Theus had in doing this, he absolutely could not panic.
He had heard that dockside thugs sometimes used self-harm to intimidate their enemies. Perhaps that was what had just happened.
Count Theus had deliberately sunk a steel ship before his eyes to demonstrate Castel's strength.
So that was it!
Galahad let out a breath of relief, feeling some confidence return to him.
That count certainly had a grand way of doing things, though he was probably secretly heartbroken right now. After all, that much steel was enough to sway the outcome of a war.
But intimidation only succeeded if the other party was frightened. Clearly, Count Theus had failed to frighten him. A smile returned to Galahad's face as he looked at Alexei.
Yet Alexei wore nothing but an awkward expression, like someone whose cat had fallen into the toilet while attempting a backflip. There was none of the anguish Galahad had imagined.
Hmph. He's just putting on a brave face.
After composing himself slightly, Galahad followed Alexei onward.
It was clear that Castel did not have much ship traffic. The dock area was somewhat desolate, even less lively than the open space beside it.
"That is Castel's airfield, specifically for docking airships. But the Skyveil Behemoth is currently out transporting cargo. Perhaps you'll get to see what it looks like in some time."
"I see."
Galahad had seen airships before. They looked like elongated eggs. The prince