The Bishop of Cuba Took Out Gold, the Bavarian Noble Acted as Guarantor, and Wanted to Recruit Us!

San Juan Bay stretched along Puerto Rico's northern shore, with flat coasts on either side, covered in lush tropical greenery. Mangroves murmured in the sea breeze, encircling the long, narrow natural harbor. In the crude wooden port, the masts of four Caravels stood high, casting long, slanted, dusky shadows.

A hundred paces south of the port was an unfinished wooden fortress. The structures were only half-built; aside from the small wooden fort in the center, none of them had roofs. And that little wooden fort was less a fortress than a larger Castilian mountain cabin. The royal gold-and-red banner flew from the cabin's roof, unquestionably marking it as the command center of the Castilian Expeditionary Force.

"The Main God bears witness! This is the Demon's final camp?"

"Yes! This is the Demon's last stronghold, and also the place where they first landed!"

Warrior captain Copilli frowned, raised the Divine Eye Lens, and stood at the highest point of the North Bay Tribe's village—the small cross-shaped Demon temple. From a distance of one li, he was personally scouting this Demon "wooden stockade." The surrounding North Bay Tribe village, from the thriving farms to the west, to the thatched huts burned into ruins to the south, to the still-lush pastureland to the east, had all been abandoned by the Demon. And roughly several hundred Demons, together with their great ships, were gathered near the northern bay, within an area two li across. The northern side of that area was the shore; east and west were enclosed by a ring of crude fencing; to the south was the half-built low log wall that had already been raised.

"Two li of distance. The Demons are gathered so densely this time? If we attack any one place, their reinforcements will arrive almost in the blink