"Professor Preskas, we're meeting again." A man's soothing voice came from behind him, and because of the noise of the crowd, Constance Dante didn't even notice the man behind him.

But Preskars did not have the slightest surprise, but turned around with a smile on his face, and saluted Shi Shiran: "Gui'an, Arthur-kun!" ”

"Hello, Professor." Arthur replied softly.

"I didn't expect the storm in the Storm Strait to delay your agreement."

"Punctuality is the foundation of a career, and procrastination is the enemy of time. It's a family affair, and naturally I'm not going to be late. What's more, the Getik's Hydra can survive the storm even at the end of the world. Arthur understated, but Constance Dante understood the horror of the Storm Channel at this time, which has been an abyss since ancient times, and the mighty First Empire of the Crescent once invaded the New Roman Empire, but the navy was completely wiped out there.

Even now, only a few special ships have the ability to pass through the Storm Strait safely. And Preskars has such strength behind him.

"Oh, forgot to introduce. This is Arthur of the Genoa family. Prescas said Dante.

"First meeting, Constance." Without waiting for Pliskas to finish his introduction, the young nobleman stepped forward and stretched out his right hand.

Constance Dante hesitated, but still shook the other's hand. But he was suddenly pulled to the side by Arthur.

Constance Dante loses his balance and collapses in front of Arthur.

"Hello, His Royal Highness the Knight King!"

What the!? After a brief moment of surprise, Constance Dante regained his composure, and it didn't seem strange that the other party knew his true identity. Everything was so sudden, and the identity that he had hidden and forgotten for ten years turned out to be no longer so mysterious on that night, the moment the blonde boy returned. And his peaceful life was completely broken.

"Although it is said that I have admired the name for a long time, it is best to see it with my own eyes." Arthur let go of his hand and said. "Are you representing the Doria family?" Constance Dante looked at the young man in front of him, who was about the same age as himself, and asked suspiciously. In any case, this kind of thing should be done by sending someone of a high position in the family.

"The affairs of the family belong to the family, and my affairs belong to myself. I am the only collaborator of Professor Preskas. Arthur smiled, and told Constance Dante the astonishing fact without hiding it in the slightest.

"I'm the only one who wants to reshape the new order of the world. The king's legacy can only be opened by the king. Take care of me, Your Highness. We will have a long time to get along, and I have come to take over the post of Ambassador Genoa. ”

"It's such a coincidence, it seems that Arthur-kun it took you a lot of effort to escape the sight of those big people." Priskas teased.

Arthur only shrugged his shoulders slightly, and said self-deprecatingly: "I never wanted to stay in that kind of dirty place, and that group of mediocre people thought that I was just as boring as they coveted the position of the head of the house." Now that I'm gone, those idiots should be happy! ”

A hint of contempt crossed the man's eyes. ・・・・・・

On the surface of the sea where the waves rolled, the steelclad ship was just like a fallen leaf, floating in the realm of the sea god.

"It's been a long time since I've experienced a storm of this magnitude, General Perulks." Castro said softly.

"It's been ten years." Inside the cabin, Pelux had to bend down, he was too big. Pelux and Castro walked up to the deck, and the old man's face was solemn and pensive. "Castro, what's the problem?" Pelux asked calmly as he stared at the stormy waves in the distance and near him. From the moment he stepped onto the deck, he noticed Castro's uneasiness.

"It's just a little skeptical." Castro took a cigarette from his bosom and lit it for himself, replying. However, Pelux knew that this man had smoked whenever he was uneasy and confused in the past ten years, and he must have wondered in his heart about the family's orders.

"Don't hide it, if it weren't for the problem, you wouldn't have followed it personally. The wind at sea is not something that a man of your age can bear, so go back after smoking! Pelux patted Castro on the shoulder and walked to the captain's room.

Castro looked up at the gloomy sky, exhaled a deep puff of smoke, watched the fire on the tips of his fingers beat and flicker, and turned to leave with Pellex.

Indeed, everything is too disturbing, and the Cretan Fire Ox is a matter of the rise and fall of the family, should they be brought back so hastily? Unfortunately, Crete has been cut off from the outside world for the sake of secrecy, and the ship's communications are not connected to the land due to heavy rains.

This situation is so disturbing!

"There's no need to be suspicious. At least now we are safe. Pelucus paused and said to Castro.

"I hope my hunch is wrong." Castro tossed his cigarette butt into the icy water, ready to go back.

However, a bolt of lightning suddenly descended from the sky, and in the dazzling white light, Castro and Pelux saw a long black shadow dragging down.

Behind him, on the side of the ship - there was a man standing!?

"I'm sorry! Your hunch is accurate. Castro and Pelux's stiff bodies slowly turned around, and they saw that under the ochre-red robes, the golden hair was so dazzling, like an angel.

"You... The two were speechless, and the young man in front of him stood in the storm, letting the rain fall on his face. I saw the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually fade.

Bashils looked solemn and solemn, and in the thunder under the dark clouds, he murmured:

"I lead the ten thousand armies of the kingdom of God, and the sword in my mouth should slay the nations that are not subordinate to the four directions!"

"Lord of my lords, King of kings."

Melodious voices came, wandering between the sea and the sky, and Castro and Pellex had only shock and fear in their eyes, and although they opened their mouths, they could not make a sound, as if they had been invisibly choked by their throats.

"Tremble, tyrants. And the judgment of our king will be upon the heads of you false prophets. ”

・・・・・・

In the silence of the castle in Venice, the silence of the night was broken by a sudden sharp scream.

And those "big guys" also groped their way up from the mistress's body. It was a warning, a voice that only rings in moments of family rise and fall. The clergymen in red robes, the nobles in purple robes, and the generals in armor quickly gathered together.

With a black cloak, a silver mask, and a human head swaying in the flickering candlelight, this basement remains the same as it was hundreds of years ago, and nothing has changed. However, the patriarchs of the Patik family have been in the basement of this old castle to decide what to do, and guide the way forward.