Charlotte hadn't expected his fleet to cause such a huge uproar on Aegean Island. Watching ships pour frantically out of the harbor, he was rather speechless.
It wasn't his fault. Back in Fars, Charlotte had always had an official identity, and now he was even Duke Mecklen. So long as he flew the Mecklen Family banner, everyone would know he was one of the Empire's rising stars.
Charlotte's reputation had become so great that he could truly be called renowned throughout the Old Continent.
Charlotte casually selected an Undead Saint Rank. Nearly every one of the eleven Ancient Magic Ghost Warships he had subdued had an Undead Saint Rank stationed aboard, so these Undead Saint Ranks had naturally become part of his fleet.
Charlotte normally treated the Saint Ranks under his command with courtesy and humility. Whether they were the Black Dragon and Agon, who had joined him voluntarily; the former three giants of the Royal Knight Regiment, who had joined by agreement; Vigo, who had been forced to join; Golden Goat Herolf and Qiudro, who had joined by contract; or Gareth and Andreus, his inexplicably acquired sons, he was never arrogant toward them. Nor did he usually make these Saint Ranks handle trivial chores.
But with these Undead Saint Ranks, Charlotte could order them around without restraint. After all, they weren't human.
An Undead Saint Rank rose into the air beneath the blazing sunlight and flew over Aegean Island's harbor. In a hoarse, terrifying voice, it declared, "The newly appointed Grand Duke Mecklen of the Empire of Fars is passing through this place to replenish supplies. We have not come to conquer Aegean Island, and no war will occur. Please do not worry."
"With the strength of Duke Mecklen's fleet, there is no need for us to tell lies!"