"My dear brother, long time no see!"
"Hehe, my dear younger brother, it has indeed been a long time!"
Under June's blazing sun, the two young men embraced, then promptly let go.
Both wore smiles on their faces, yet neither smile reached their eyes.
"Your Highness Hailancha, I came this time looking forward to witnessing the splendor of the Third Fleet." Prince Xiusenya gazed at the massive fleet upon the sea, and his eyes dimmed slightly.
Clearly, the Third Fleet's formidable strength had shocked him.
Dozens of huge, sturdy warships—their number was nearly equal to the combined total of his Fourth Fleet and Romon's fleet.
The Third Fleet truly deserved to be called one of the Aisk Kingdom's longer-established fleets. In terms of strength, it possessed qualities difficult for later generations to surpass.
"My dear Xiusenya, you flatter us. This time, I only brought eighty percent of my forces. The remaining twenty percent stayed behind at my fleet's base." Seeing Prince Xiusenya looking toward the warships behind him, Prince Hailancha spoke with considerable pride.
Yet the reaction he had expected did not appear. Xiusenya merely smiled naturally. "It is only proper to leave some troops behind. I am already very pleased that you were able to deploy eighty percent of your forces."
The lack of the response he had expected made Prince Hailancha feel somewhat frustrated. "If that is the case, Xiusenya, take us to join up with that Romon. We will go straight to wipe out the pirates. I have always heard people mention the Tatshaw Territory, and I truly am curious what surprises a mere viscount fief can bring me. I hope it can genuinely leave me stunned."
There was no lack of faint contempt in his tone as he spoke.
"Perhaps, Your Highness Hailancha, you truly will