Charlotte had no intention of letting Ishermerlun Palace recover. He commanded his Ghost Fleet to intercept the Ghost Ships controlled by Ishermerlun Palace from every direction.
This time, the Ghost Ships controlled by Ishermerlun Palace showed signs of coordination. Whenever Charlotte caught up to one, Ghost Crewmembers would even jump into the sea on their own to save him time.
Even so, Charlotte could not stop Ishermerlun Palace from devouring the Ghost Ships. He managed to intercept only some of them. A few hours later, only Charlotte's Ghost Fleet remained on the sea; Ishermerlun Palace had devoured its entire Ghost Fleet.
Having recovered to its peak, Ishermerlun Palace was surrounded by countless wraiths, which gathered together and vaguely formed a gigantic spirit.
The giant spirit held a trident. Its upper body was naked, while its lower half was like smoke and mist, shifting and indistinct.
Charlotte's Ghost Fleet now numbered more than nine hundred ships. He gave the order for them to retreat. They clearly would not be needed in the battle ahead.
He boarded a Ghost Ship himself and returned to the Holy Light Divine Kingdom.
The moment Charlotte stepped onto the Holy Light Divine Kingdom, he heard a cold voice suppress every thought: Charlotte Mecklen!
As the voice reverberated, everything before Charlotte vanished. He appeared once more in another "world," standing on the platform of a palace!
It was still the same five people. The graceful woman whose features resembled Omibella's by eighty or ninety percent smiled as she spoke to the little boy whose hand she held. "Your father is a hero! He is fighting hard for our whole family. You should be proud of him, and you must become as brave as him someday."
The boy's eyes were as clear as water and full of innocence,