In the distance stretched the vast ocean. Waves rolled in one after another, crashing against the rocks of the docks and spraying snow-white foam. Busy fleets came and went across the glittering golden sea, where water and sky met.
"Let's go back!" Romon returned to Eileen's side and spoke in a low voice.
From the expression on his face, he was clearly not in a very good mood either.
"Why not stay with him a little longer? Lord Shakat isn't feeling very happy," Eileen said, glancing at Shakat, who was still leaning against the railing and gazing out to sea.
After all, anyone would have felt miserable if the fleet they had commanded for years, pouring countless hours and effort into it, had suddenly been taken away.
And this matter was directly connected to the Church of the Goddess of Agriculture, which Eileen oversaw. As both Romon's wife and a bishop of the Temple of the Goddess of Agriculture, she could hardly ignore the consequences.
"It's all right. He isn't as fragile as you imagine. He's a very strong man, and he's already come to terms with it. It just still hurts emotionally. Let him have some time alone here," Romon said, shaking his head.
Looking back at the solitary figure by the dock railing, Romon could not help sighing.
Romon admitted that when it came to affection for the Fifth Fleet, even two of him could not match Shakat.
Although losing the Fifth Fleet was regrettable for Romon, it merely meant losing a powerful military force all at once. That was the extent of it.
Romon still had the Teta Xiao Count Fief and the Druid Guild.
Romon was now very powerful. In the small coastal nation of the Aisk Kingdom, he was already a formidable Count with nothing