Waves rolled and broke against the Guard Frigate Jasmine, making it rock gently on the sea.
Leslie stood firmly on the deck, his body perfectly still.
He was no longer the greenhorn who had vomited all over the deck shortly after his first time boarding a seagoing ship. Nearly two years at sea had thoroughly accustomed him to life on the water, and he had even come to love it deeply.
If he returned to Anvilmar City now, the noble ladies and young women who had once screamed whenever he appeared would probably no longer recognize him.
Of course, their screams back then had also owed something to his status as the heir to the Stark Family.
Now, however, the Stark Family had long since vanished into the history of the Lampari Kingdom, and he, its heir, had naturally lost that most dazzling distinction.
Leslie did not find that remotely regrettable. He had long since grown tired of life as a young nobleman. Coming out to live at sea had instead brought him thrills he had never imagined, making it ever harder for him to leave this life behind.
"Sir, we've received a message from the president!"
The frigate's adjutant suddenly ran over carrying an ugly, pitch-black, second-generation Magic Communication Box.
"Oh? That means they're not far from here." Leslie took the Magic Communication Box and called loudly into it, "Hey, Xu Yi, where are you?"
Xu Yi's hearty laughter came from the Magic Communication Box. "Leslie, isn't that a pointless question? The mobile Mana Signal Tower on your ship has an effective range of less than four kilometers. Where else could I be?"
"I'm asking for your exact position. Should we come meet you?"
"We should be northwest of you. There's no need to come meet us. Head straight