South of the Ilya Kingdom, outside an unknown seaside town.
Hoo—
After receiving the sorcery signal sent from the front lines, a fleet of four three-masted armed merchant ships raised their sails and slowly set out. The flags flying on the ships indicated their allegiance — Heimar Kingdom.
But in reality, all the crew and passengers aboard were Ilyans.
And among the passengers, most were close family members of the Ilya Republic's highest authority, the "Constitutional Assembly".
Even the families of the two Speakers were among them.
Facing the increasingly chilly sea breeze.
A tall young man, exuding a heroic spirit in his hunting attire, stood on the stern deck, watching silently as his country grew smaller behind him. However, the wooden railing he gripped creaked continuously, indicating that his heart was far from as calm as his face suggested.
"Only three months, has the rise of the Nierco Clan come to such an abrupt end?"
