Several more days passed.
On the sea off Intersea's eastern coast, Sifa stood aboard the Trafalgar, watching the Feysac Fleet temporarily withdraw.
Over the past few days, several fleets from both Loen and Feysac had engaged in fierce attacks and defenses across these waters, with victories and defeats on both sides.
As expected, the returning Feysac Fleet had come prepared. They had either used some kind of Sealed Artifact, or a Demigod of the Black Emperor Pathway had intervened.
In any case.
The effects of the Loen military's Demigod's Decree had been greatly weakened this time, and it had not significantly reduced the mysteries on the battlefield as it had before.
However, this allowed Sifa to wield his true strength.
The problem was that the other side clearly had a War Bishop as well. Moreover, he was fighting alongside the Intersea Fleet this time, so Sifa did not dare to go all out and only used strength at the level of an Iron-blooded Knight.
Thus, he had barely managed to fight his opponent to a draw.
Even so, after several days of battle, Sifa felt that his potion had been digested to a certain extent.
This came from the feedback of the enemy fleet.
That night.
Sifa dined in the Trafalgar's restaurant.
This was the first time he had eaten in the restaurant since entering Intersea. Due to the war, he had sometimes eaten only one meal a day.
Now that the Feysac Fleet had temporarily withdrawn, unless they had fresh fleets to replace them, they would need several days to regroup.
Taking advantage of this time, Loen's two fleets would also return in batches to the various shipyards along the Intersea coast for maintenance, and the soldiers could relax as well.
While dining, his adjutant O'Neill did not forget