A year later, on Campbell Island.
Dark clouds filled the sky, as though a violent storm would descend at any moment.
On a rarely visited beach.
Dunn lay lazily in a lounge chair, basking in the sun.
The fishing rod in his hand rested casually on the armrest.
A year had now passed since Kane advanced to Legendary.
A year ago, immediately after Kane successfully advanced, a High Legendary Wizard had reached across the distance to seize him. Though Kane resisted with all his strength, he lasted only a few seconds before being taken away.
Afterward, following repeated deliberation, Dunn finally arranged for Green to lead the Minotaur population into the Storm Sea.
Although the Minotaurs were no longer classified as a Lesser Race, their population was still far too fragile.
They currently numbered only around a thousand.
Thus, apart from retaining some high-ranking guards, Dunn arranged for all the remaining Minotaurs to be sent into the Storm Sea.
"Hiding here and slacking off again? I knew your enthusiasm for training wouldn't last more than a few months!"
Annie walked over and berated Dunn somewhat irritably at the sight of him.
"You can actually fish in this rotten weather?"
"What is it? Has something else happened?"
Seeing Annie like this, Dunn knew she must have been bothered by trivial matters again.
At this moment, Dunn felt increasingly certain that dumping these trivial matters on Annie had been the right decision.
Otherwise, he would have been the one going crazy right now.
"Who else could it be? The Knight Order and the pirate crews have clashed again!"
Annie spoke in an annoyed tone.
Dunn also found the matter Annie mentioned somewhat difficult to handle.
Over the past year, the forces under Dunn had expanded rapidly and split into two major factions.