When Charles brought Lily back to the ship, it was already three in the morning. The little mouse had curled up in his pocket and fallen asleep.
Charles sat alone in his room, not feeling the slightest bit sleepy as the words of Anna and Swan echoed in his mind.
Is it really as Swan said, with so many people out for his life? Is the strongest overlord of the North Sea Domain really going to fall this easily?
The speculation was almost unbelievable. The domineering presence Swan had shown when trying to rule the entire Abyss-Sea hadn't faded, yet it was all about to collapse. The situation in the Abyss-Sea was changing too fast—so fast that Charles was struggling to keep up. It felt like a lot had happened while he was away from shore.
