The confrontation between Dick and Daelin had made the atmosphere at the welcoming celebration somewhat awkward, but everyone present was an old hand. They would hardly stop the festivities over something so minor. Daelin was a magnanimous man, too. Though his expression was a little cold, as he followed Caliea to the Royal Palace afterward, he kept waving to the commoners watching along the way, drawing wave after wave of cheers from the hot-blooded young men.
They had all grown up hearing stories of human heroes defeating evil Orcs. Now a living hero, a figure from those stories, had appeared before their very eyes. Had the guards not held them back, those passionate young men would already have rushed over and surrounded Daelin.
Knowing that meeting him would only be awkward, Dick and Jaina simply pleaded illness and took their leave of Princess Caliea. The princess only sighed softly and did not stop them.
As the lord of Theramore and Jaina's close friend, Caliea sincerely hoped that she and Dick would end up together. But Daelin... His Majesty's position was far too special, and those old warriors who had come through the war all shared the same temperament. Dick really was in for a hard time.
Nor did he have much time left. Daelin planned to stay in Theramore for ten days at most before sailing out to wipe out the Bloodsail Buccaneers gathering on Plunder Isle again. A whole day would not have been enough to recount all the grudges and entanglements between Daelin and Farvil, the "Bloodsail Duke." In short, these two old enemies, who would never stop until one of them was dead, had fought each other on the Great Sea for nearly ten years since the end of the Orcish War. The enmity between the Bloodsail