Blue Soil Island
It covered an area of 120 square kilometers. Its terrain was rugged, with mountains in the north and southern highlands to the south, separated by fertile plains.
It had once been occupied by pirates, but was now controlled by Xiusenya and had become his fief.
With a population of 2,700, its main crops were wheat, tobacco, and olive groves. It had become the domain of the prince's newly risen nobles.
"Where has the fleet I sent out gotten to now?" Inside the villa, Prince Xiusenya reclined elegantly against an incomparably luxurious couch, sipping fine wine as he questioned the subordinates around him.
A dozen or so people stood before his couch. Some wore Knight attire, some scholars' robes, some mage robes; some were burly, while others were thin. Yet the expressions on all their faces were identical—nervousness.
"Your Highness, the fleet we dispatched is less than a hundred nautical miles from the island. It is about to return to Blue Soil Island." After the prince's question, the hall fell silent for a moment. A slightly older scholar stepped forward, bowed respectfully to the prince, and answered.
"They moved quickly. This maritime patrol took them considerably less time than the last one." Prince Xiusenya elegantly pursed his lips and looked toward the deputy naval commander standing beside him. "Haloka, tell me. What gains will they make from sending out the fleet to wipe out pirates this time? Can they sweep away all the pirates in the surrounding region at one stroke?"
"Well... under Your Highness's command, the officers and men of the Fourth Fleet will certainly pacify the scattered nearby islands and thoroughly cleanse these waters."
Not knowing what Prince Xiusenya truly intended by asking that question, Haloka felt that such an answer could not go wrong. When