Several days later
"Prince Xiusenya, please board."
At Far-Sail Port, Prince Xiusenya bid farewell to the people of Tatshaw Territory one by one. At last, he came to Romon's side and said quietly, "I'm returning to the Royal Capital this time. I'll leave Blue Soil Island in your care."
"Don't worry. I have everything under control," Romon said with a smile.
Prince Xiusenya nodded at him. Then, without further hesitation, he stepped aboard the warship. The vessel set sail, and the Third Fleet escorted Prince Xiusenya toward the Royal Capital.
Standing at the harbor, Romon watched the fleet sail away and let out a soft sigh.
"My lord, why are you sighing?" Nick asked, turning toward him after hearing it.
"I just think Prince Hailancha is somewhat pitiful," Romon said blandly.
"Tell us, then. Why do you think he's pitiful?" Fafier came over at that moment and asked.
"Let's talk as we walk," Romon said.
At that moment, someone drove a carriage over, but Romon stopped them.
"We'll take a stroll around the harbor. Just follow us from a distance."
Romon wanted to take a walk outside and have a talk with his two good friends.
The servants accepted the order and indeed drove the carriage along far behind them.
The other officials dispersed, leaving only Romon, Nick, and Fafier walking along the harbor road. Far-Sail Port had now been built up splendidly. Not only were numerous berths constructed along the coast, capable of accommodating a great many ships, but markets, green belts, leisure areas, and other facilities had also been built inside the port. The supply stations had all kinds of goods. Even those arriving at Far-Sail Port who did not wish to enter the city could replenish whatever provisions they needed outside it.
Romon was now strolling through