This time, Galahad had not been sent to Blood Port aboard an empty ship. A whole contingent of Faithguard Army soldiers, engineers, supplies, and weapons had come with him.
Though their overall numbers were limited due to the prince's side, it was still a very clear statement: Castel had opened its gates to these Northern Territory refugees and offered them shelter directly.
Thinking of this, Josh felt warmth fill his heart. Though he was still in Blood Port, his heart had already crossed the sea and flown back to that familiar island.
Well, he just hoped he would not be shocked by the changes when he returned to the island.
"Of course Castel will take in the Mystic Society, but... it's not enough. There are far too few people. More than half of the Storm Ocean is now the Count's territory. These people are only the beginning," Josh said softly.
There were only a little over a hundred refugees who had traveled south with the Black Pearl. It was not that Nora's side had not wanted to send more people; the ship simply could not hold them.
After all, the Black Pearl was not a dedicated cargo vessel, and its carrying capacity was limited. Besides, these hundred-odd people were not cargo. They needed food and water, and they needed somewhere to sleep. This number was already the limit.
The Mystic Society had begun with these people. Later, it gradually took in many more refugees who had fled from the Northern Territory. When Blood Port descended into chaos, many starving commoners at the bottom of society, unable to survive any longer, joined as well.
The Mystic Society now had more than five hundred members. That might not sound like much, but in this port city, it was already a force to