A tributary of the River Thames-the River Windrush.
Time remaining until the end of the Holy Sword Contest: 220:30.
A frigate was sailing along the River Windrush.
An elegantly dressed woman with sweet features sipped red wine as she gazed out at the sea ahead. Her graceful brows were tightly knitted, as though something important weighed on her mind.
A young man in a suit was walking toward her from nearby, his face full of smiles.
"Miss Euliphis, you actually managed to requisition a frigate from the navy."
Although the man in the suit tried his hardest to appear neither servile nor overbearing, he still lost his nerve before a member of the Yulifis Family, one of the twelve monarchs of Fog City's [Clock Tower].
"This is only a frigate due to be decommissioned, and its Thaumaturgical weapons are antiques from thirty years ago. Ever since the [Proxy War], Youyang has realized that naval forces pose no threat whatsoever to Aolieting and its enormous [Mobile Cities]. Aolieting's [Remote Sensing] Thaumaturgy taught us the horrors of information-based Lineage warfare. Many warships have already left the stage."
Sharon Euliphis politely answered the young man who had come to curry favor with her.
She had once seen projected recordings from the front in a Thaumaturgy class at the [Clock Tower]. The Thaumaturgical attacks unleashed by those enormous [Mobile Cities] had swept through like a flood, effortlessly crushing the warships Youyang had supplied to the Vahak Alliance. Against [Mobile Cities] with air superiority, precision Remote Sensing technology, and Thaumaturgical barriers, the Vahak Alliance's naval fleet was a joke.
The Vahak Alliance had only withstood wave after wave of attacks from the Oletin Empire because of the technical support provided by the [Heroes] of Heaven's Order of Knights.
Heaven had a complete set of boarding