The hot and humid sea breeze blew on Virti's slightly pale face, blowing his messy hair.

Virti stood on the dock and looked at the Duke of Friscia on the side, a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were full of confusion.

"Your Excellency, is this what you call a retreat and a fleet?"

Stopped near the pier, there was no huge fleet of ships that the Frisian Grand Duke had said before, and there were only a dozen or so small fishing boats swinging around the sea.

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