After a period of repair, the fleet that regained its power sailed along the curved coastline of the floating continent, Albion, hidden in the clouds.
As for the passenger ship that Eight-cloud Ink was originally on, because the captain didn't know that Eight-cloud Ink had left his ship, he had already followed the original plan and headed toward Albion.
Three hours later, they saw the protruding protrusion of the continent.
At the tip of the protrusion, there was a majestic city.
Newcastle.
However, when Wales approached Newcastle, he commanded the fleet to dive to the bottom of the continent.
"Why are you doing this?" Louise looked at Wales, who was standing on the side of the ship in deep thought, puzzled.
"Look there."
Wales pointed to the sky.
Everyone looked over. In the sky far away from the tip of the protrusion, a huge spaceship was slowly descending.
Because Wales' fleet was well hidden, it was not discovered.
On one side of the giant ship, the cannon aimed at Newcastle fired.
The deafening roar could be heard clearly even though they were quite a distance away.
The cannon hit the city wall and caused a small fire.
"That was originally the flagship of the national fleet, 'Imperial'. But now, it has been taken away by a traitor and has been renamed Lexington. "
"Lexington?"
"Yes, it's the name of the battlefield where the rebels won their first victory, hmph …"
At this point, Wales snorted coldly.
"Because Newcastle's defense is still quite tight, the ship can only deliberately fire at the city wall like this."
The Lexington that was attacking Newcastle — from Eight-cloud Ink's perspective, it should be called 'Imperial' — continued to fire. Eight-cloud Ink could clearly see a large number of Flying Dragon hovering above the giant ship.
"That's the kingdom's most powerful warship, with a total of 800 cannons. They even brought the dragon riders. It seems that they are about to launch a general attack … "
The kingdom's most powerful warship?
Would it be able to withstand a volley of shots from those unruly shipgirls?
Eight-cloud Ink pondered.
Let's not talk about Little Star first. The firepower of the destroyers might not be enough, but a battleship like King Kong should be able to fire all its cannons at once, right?
He just didn't know if those shipgirls, who were born for naval battles, would be able to display their full strength in the sky.
In addition, they also had to take into consideration the magic-resistant passports and the magicians who were wearing them in case of accidents.
"We are no match for that warship, so we can only approach Newcastle from the lower part of the continent through the clouds. There's a port that only we know about. "
"Do you need me to take that warship back?"
Eight-cloud Ink looked at Wales.
"I'll be careful not to destroy that ship."
"Haha!"
Upon hearing Eight-cloud Ink's words, Wales laughed happily.
"I am extremely grateful that Your Excellency Yakumo is willing to help, but let's forget about it for the time being. After all, if Your Excellency Yakumo were to take action now, wouldn't the enemy troops stationed near Newcastle be alerted and retreat?"
"So you want to get rid of those guys in one go and take back the 'Sovereign'?"
Wales nodded.
"Alright."
⑧
After passing through the clouds and arriving at the lower part of the continent, the surroundings began to become pitch black.
Because the continent blocked the sunlight and they were in the clouds, their vision was zero.
However, Eight-cloud Ink noticed that Waludo was secretly recording the route when no one was paying attention.
"You're still not going to take action?"
Patrice stood beside him and tilted her head to ask softly.
"How long are you going to wait?"
"There's no hurry. Anyway, all the information he sent out so far has been secretly intercepted by me. Well, I even made some small changes to some of it. So he won't be able to cause any big waves. "
Seeing Waludo's sneaky actions, Eight-cloud Ink laughed softly.
"It won't be too late to take action when he can no longer hold back and expose himself in front of Louise."
"According to the map, it will be easy for the navigators of the Royal Air Force to navigate by relying only on surveying and magic."
Wales looked at his soldiers who were busy and orderly with some pride.
"Although the aristocrats have the advantage in numbers, in the end, they are just boorish people who don't understand the ruthlessness of the sky."
After sailing for a while, a part of the dark cave above their heads opened up.
On the pillar of the sail, bathed in the light of the magic used for illumination, a cave with a diameter of about three hundred miles appeared. It was a spectacular sight to behold.
The captain continuously issued orders, and the sailor carried them out in an orderly manner, controlling the fleet to slowly ascend along the cave.
When everyone saw the light again, the fleet had already arrived at the secret port of Newcastle.
This port was located in a huge stalactite cave covered in a layer of white luminescent moss.
On the shore, a large group of people was waiting. When the fleet approached, the soldiers on the ship threw down ropes, and the people below immediately caught and tied the ropes.
A gangway with wheels attached to it slowly approached and was installed on the ship.
"Alright, everyone, let's disembark!"
Wales took the lead and walked down the gangway.
A tall old aristocrat walked over. "Your Highness, what an amazing result! Congratulations! "
The old aristocrat looked at the severely damaged warship behind the flagship, and a joyful smile appeared on his old face.
"Haha! Be happy, Barry! That was taken from the rebel's supply ship, and it's full of sulfur! "
[So, before encountering us, the Welsh fleet had already experienced a battle and gained something?]
Eight-cloud Ink thought.
The soldiers at the port cheered because of Wales' words.
The old aristocrat also said with a sob.
"I've followed the late king for more than sixty years … … I've never had such a happy day, Your Highness. Since the rebellion, we've suffered a lot, but with so much sulfur … … "
Just as everyone was cheering, Wales raised his hands and said loudly, "Also, I bring good news! We've received help from Toristine! Now, the ambassador sent by the Toristine royal family is beside me! "
"Oh-!!"
"Long live His Royal Highness the Prince of Wales!"
"Long live Albion!"
"Long live Toristine!"
The morale suddenly soared to the extreme.
The relationship between Toristine and Albion was not good, and the two countries were hostile to each other.
This was also the reason why Wales and Anrietta's relationship was not allowed to be known to the world.
But when Wales announced this news, the soldiers and nobles who were still loyal to the royal family immediately had a favorable impression of Toristine.
[As expected of the crown prince. With just a few words, he managed to raise the morale of his men and reduce their hostility toward Toristen. After this battle, those who are grateful to Toristen won't object to his marriage with Anrietta anymore.]
Yakumo looked at Wales's back and saw through this handsome Crown Prince's intentions with a single glance.
"Even my old bones are trembling because of my fighting spirit. Right, regarding the report, the traitors will attack the city at noon tomorrow. It's great that Your Highness is here! "
The old aristocrat handed over the report on the rebel army.
"Noon tomorrow? They probably won't last until noon tomorrow — … "
Wales laughed and turned to Eight-cloud Ink and Patrice.
"Your Excellency Yakumo, Miss Noreiki, please."
"Just leave it to us." Eight-cloud Ink nodded.
After Wales introduced Eight-cloud Ink and the others, the old aristocrat came forward with a grateful smile.
"Welcome to the Kingdom of Albion. I'm very grateful that you're willing to help us in times of crisis. Although we can't hold a grand welcoming party due to the war, we can hold a small wedding banquet tonight. I hope you'll come. "
⑧
The party was held in the main hall of the city.
There was a simple jade seat. The King of Albion, the old James I, sat on the jade seat and looked at the gathered nobles and subjects.
James I, who was originally in despair, was in high spirits after receiving the news from Wales. Although he was skeptical, he was clearly in high spirits.
No matter what, he was the King of Albion. He couldn't be weak in front of his subjects.
When Wales brought Eight-cloud Ink and the others out, cheers came from the main hall.
Especially the noblewomen, who looked at the young prince with sparkling eyes.
James I seemed to want to stand up immediately, but probably because he was too old, he almost staggered and fell.
Unworried laughter came from all over the main hall.
"Your Majesty! It's still too early to fall! "
"Yes, Your Majesty! At least before we fall, Your Majesty can't fall! This will make things difficult for us! "
A cordial smile appeared on James I's face.
"Oh, everyone. It's just that my legs are numb from sitting for too long. "
Wales stood beside his father, supporting his body. James I coughed slightly, and the nobles and ladies in the hall all stood up straight.
"Tell the loyal and brave subjects! We've ushered in a ray of light in this desperate situation! "
"The Kingdom of Toristine, which was originally hostile to Albion, has put aside their prejudice and sent an ambassador to help us!"
"In order to protect the dignity of the royal family and the traditions of the nobles! We'll fight alongside Toristine! "
"Ancestor, bless us!"
James I raised his arms and cheered.
The people below also shouted, "Ancestor, please protect us!!"
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