Sophia Garland stood at the harbor, quietly gazing into the distance.
In Sophia's palm was a Golden Ring. As agreed, she had sent it to 699 South Seventies Riverside Avenue, but it had soon been returned to her without a word.
Sophia Garland believed that the "borrowing a ship" attempt had failed, yet she did not resent Charlotte. Instead, she felt deeply grateful. Charlotte must have made up his mind after much struggle before asking someone for help. Warships were such precious things; it was only natural that others would refuse to lend one. After all, she was going to the battlefield, not borrowing a ship for leisure. The chances of damage were far too high.
Today, she had come to receive another warship.
How could Count Galanod allow his daughter to suffer a loss when she was heading to the battlefield? So he had funded a ship for her to command and sent a group of family retainers to serve under her.
Yalman, the steward of Count Galanod's estate, stood behind Sophia. This middle-aged gentleman dressed plainly, had a stern appearance, wore no ornaments, and carried a smile on his face.
The Garlandnode Family wielded enormous influence in the army, but had little influence in the navy. Count Galanod had not wanted his daughter to join the navy, but Sophia had insisted on roaming the seas. The old count had no choice, nor could he let his daughter begin as some sort of orderly, so he could only make every possible preparation.
A small black dot suddenly appeared on the horizon. Sophia felt a faint thrill, believing it to be her new ship, but old steward Yalman beside her changed expression drastically and cried, "Miss, we need to leave! That is not the Count's ship."
Sophia Garland did not