Repairing the Warship (Part One)

Three days later, a massive Three-Headed Demon Dragon appeared in the sky above the Royal Capital. Panic swept through the city. Even ordinary people knew the kingdom had lost the battle, and the Holy Light Empire might attack the capital at any moment.

But this was clearly not the Holy Light Empire. More than forty powerful Spellcasters followed the dragon, flying through the air in a dense formation. Their elemental fluctuations were enough to make anyone's heart pound.

"Archmages!"

"Heavens, why are there so many Archmages?"

Many Spellcasters lived in the Royal Capital, and even more had gathered there after hearing of the Royal Family's defeat. They recognized at a glance that the forty-odd Spellcasters in the sky were Archmages, figures rarely seen under normal circumstances.

That force alone could have destroyed the Royal Capital in an instant.

Whoosh.

The Three-Headed Demon Dragon spread its wings and swooped down, landing precisely outside the royal palace. Its three heads dipped slightly, and a figure slowly flew down from atop them.

"Wizard Merlin!"

A crowd had already assembled outside the palace. At its head stood the king of the Black Moon Kingdom, Butuo XVII—the former Eighth Prince.

Merlin stepped down from the Three-Headed Demon Dragon. At the sight of the Eighth Prince, a faint smile touched his lips. "Eighth Prince? I suppose I should call you Your Majesty now."

Seeing that familiar face brought back memories of the days Merlin had spent with his mentor Leo. Scene after scene rose in his mind.

But Merlin had never returned to the Royal Capital after leaving it all those years ago. Decades had passed, and the Eighth Prince had become king of the Black Moon Kingdom.

"Wizard Merlin, I never imagined you'd even defeat Klais. You're the strongest Spellcaster in the Spellcaster World now—the