Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

"Ha! What does it matter if there’s a proclamation from Naples? In the Kingdom of France, there are so many knight nobles, they haven’t left any position for the Italians. The Italian nobility from the Peninsula won’t support him. His mercenary knights will also pillage everywhere, offending people all around... he’s simply fighting to plunder some wealth from Northern Italy, burning some villages and cities!"

"The Almighty bears witness! The Kingdom of Naples was always a part of the Aragon-Trastamara Dynasty; it was Afonso’s grandfather who had selfish motives, splitting it into two, giving it to his two sons. My cousin King, under the attack from the French, fled from Naples, which can be considered as abandoning the throne of Naples... Once we restore Naples, we can rightfully unify Aragon and Naples again! Of course, we need the Vatican’s recognition! If the French don’t move southward into Italy, Rome would probably not agree. But now... hah!"

Knight Captain Alvaro lowered his voice, imitating King Fernando’s every word and gesture vividly. Deputy Commander Antonio blinked, deep in thought. After a while, he took a deep breath and sighed.

"O Almighty! King Fernando is indeed deceitful and cunning! For knights as simple-hearted as us, it would be better to follow the pure and holy Queen! If we follow King Fernando, we might be sold off by him while still counting dinars for him!"

"Indeed! May the Queen live a long life! May the King... uh, enjoy good health?... Ah-ha!..."

In the captain’s cabin, the two looked at each other and laughed heartily, continuing to eat and drink. After all, they were setting sail tomorrow, this was essentially a farewell meal. Once Antonio is out at sea, it’ll be near impossible to taste the Christ’s pork sausage! I’ve heard that the natives of India only eat white mush as if they were eating dirt, not even having flatbread...

The sun set and rose again, a new day dawned with a clear breeze, a perfect day for setting sail. Castilian Admiral Columbus, dressed in full noble attire, stood on the deck of the fleet flagship "San Cristobal." With swords, scimitars, and cannons, all sparkling on the large ship.

Under the bright sun, Columbus lifted his head high, puffing out his chest as he surveyed the expedition fleet of eighteen large ships. He gazed at the various expressions of faces before nodding to the Royal Family’s banner waving on the shore, then boldly and confidently proclaimed.

"The Almighty’s blessing! Warriors of Castile, look to the horizon, the time has come to depart!"

"This journey is for our Queen’s crown, for Christ’s Cross, for the lands hidden under the Almighty’s watch, and for the wealth and honor of us all!..."

"The glow of the Almighty will spread in the East! The Queen’s banner will fly on the conquered Indian Islands! And as long as you follow me, follow the Queen’s fully empowered Admiral Don Christopher Columbus, everyone will become wealthy!..."

"izad velas! Set sails! Ride the waves! Let Castile’s fleet set sail! The Almighty bless us!"

"¡Por Dios y por la Reina! ¡Viva!"

Cheers of various sizes erupted from the expeditionary fleet, some enthusiastic, some calm. Then, the prows of eighteen large ships turned westward, sails swollen with force, gradually gaining speed.

"rush! rush!..."

The sea breeze was gusty, the sails lifted. The sailors and soldiers on the expedition, towering masts and large ships, all headed westward in the wind, eventually disappearing at the horizon’s edge. The Royal Knights holding the Queen’s banner, watched for a long while before suddenly turning their horses’ heads, stepping on the port’s muddy grounds, and riding north~~