"Romon, I just received word that the Fourth Fleet will be returning soon. They will be back to replenish supplies within three days at most."
Once they were back in the carriage, Nick told Romon.
Just moments ago, he had exchanged a few words with someone who had come to report, and learned this news.
"Mm, I understand. The supplies are all ready, right? The Fifth Fleet is different from the Fourth Fleet. Though it bears the kingdom's designation, we still have to prepare its supplies ourselves. We must keep the Fifth Fleet well provisioned."
"Mm, I understand." Nick glanced at Romon as he spoke. Although Romon appeared relaxed, as his friend, Nick could still sense that Romon was somewhat nervous and expectant.
Sitting in the carriage, Nick also remained silent, his own heart filled with anticipation and tension.
Behind their carriage followed the one carrying the envoy. Whenever Nick thought of the decree the man had been sent to announce, it was difficult for him to truly remain calm. Romon, the foremost figure of Tatshaw Territory before him, slightly closed his eyes. Under such circumstances, perhaps keeping calm was best.
The two sat facing one another. After a while, Nick noticed Romon open his eyes again and look outside.
"Are you worried?" Nick asked softly.
"Actually, you needn't worry too much. At your current level, bad things basically won't happen. The Royal House will only think about how to win you over, not how to become your enemy," Nick said with a smile.
"You look even more nervous than I am, yet you're trying to comfort me." Romon smiled.
No matter how high his level had become, his personal strength was still insufficient to oppose any truly powerful organization. Romon would never easily give up any opportunity to strengthen