Keep Calm, I'm About to Conquer the Ocean

The search for the trident came to an end. It had belonged to Neptune, the Roman god of the sea, not Sea King Poseidon from Greek mythology.

Russell felt that the Atlanteans were making a fuss over nothing. The two gods corresponded to each other, so was there really any need to distinguish them so clearly?

Or perhaps the Atlanteans both worshipped and resented Poseidon, so they deceived themselves by replacing the god they worshipped with Neptune?

That deduction actually made some sense. Russell had a special source of intelligence, and the journey to find the trident had skipped two crucial steps: the Sahara Desert and Sicily.

The Atlantean king who possessed the trident had hidden a clue in the Sahara Desert—a glass bottle whose bottom recorded the coordinates of the Trench Dwellers. To reach that place, one had to visit an ancient Roman sculpture garden in Sicily.

There stood some ancient Roman first ruler or another. Only by placing the bottle atop his statue could one determine the direction.

With that, it made sense that the trident was named after Neptune rather than Poseidon.

Back to the point: Arthur obtained the Sacred Trident, and the group of four rode the legendary Sea Monster Karasen toward the present-day Atlantean royal palace.

Behind them, Trench Dweller monsters numbering in the tens of thousands followed closely. Whoever possessed the trident was the master of the Trench Dwellers.

Arthur was brimming with confidence about this journey, and Mera also believed victory was assured. Even if the Atlantean citizens and King Orm pretended not to recognize the trident, they still had their ultimate weapon, Sea King Poseid—cough, cough, Russell.

Something as trivial as a throne would be settled the moment Russell opened his mouth. There would not even be any objections!

Who would dare