Pirate Kingship

"Please have a seat, there aren’t many rules here, we’re all just discussing among ourselves as friends at a gathering, feel free to relax."

The group settled in the castle’s guest hall under the Little Prince’s invitation.

The cartoon-themed room, like a children’s chamber, was decorated with sweets, candies, tea, coffee, and juices, resembling a tea party.

There was no hint of the solemn atmosphere of a meeting among a group of Fifth Order High Sequence figures, whose words could determine countless life or death, rise or fall.

Byron also went along with the casual atmosphere, temporarily setting aside the weight of his military jacket and the "adult" responsibilities, accepting a glass of lemon honey water offered by a palm-sized Flower Fairy.

He relaxed his spear-straight spine slightly, leaning back against the soft sofa cushion.

The Chief Wizard, the Little Prince, lay on the broad sofa, holding a cup of coffee with not only milk but also three spoons of sugar, sipping leisurely.

His attitude was exactly like Heather’s; lying down so comfortably, why would I want to sit up?

He would never force himself to conform to the rules of adults or care about others’ opinions; he approached things however he felt comfortable.

After confirming that the other party was a stronger "expert" than himself, Byron leaned toward understanding that his carefree attitude was because he had already seen through the rules of human society.

Many "courtesies" are, in essence, obedience tests; in social fields, one must learn etiquette and recognize one’s position to decide whether you’ll eat meat, drink soup, or be eaten!

An expert’s every move has deep meaning; even turning the table when the host serves dishes could only mean the dish is likely poisoned.

In any case, it definitely can’t be just because of... laziness!

"Wild Hunt King, Saint Byron, in fact, we’ve all heard of your name."

The Little Prince clearly doesn’t favor ineffective socializing, but was unexpectedly enthusiastic about Byron’s arrival, entirely comparable to the two newly promoted Upper-level Wizards in the school.

Byron could see that people like him are straightforward, either liking or disliking openly, never saying insincere words just to save face for his mother Heather or anyone else.

However, the words from the Chief Wizard did surprise Byron:

"You’ve heard my name? It’s truly my honor."

Nearby, Heather and Britney sat beside their teacher, The Little Match Girl, Polyxia.

The two best students, one almost lost in a failed ritual, another gone for twenty years, the three of them exchanged whispered updates, their eyes a bit red.

Hearing their conversation, Britney couldn’t resist raising her head, looking at the Chief puzzledly.

She only knew from Heather that the Lancaster Family had considerable influence across the sea.

Yet, having been trapped in the Secret Realm for a year, she missed recent news, not knowing what extraordinary achievements had earned Byron fame across both sides of the sea.

The Little Prince, eager, added three more spoons of sugar to his cup, drank several gulps, the alcohol-like flush rising on his eight or nine-year-old childlike face, exhaling sweet milky breath:

"Two months ago, the Old God Church coalition, led by the Blood Beast Nest, clashed head-on with your forces near the Third Ring Current Zone facing the North Sea Empire, almost entirely wiped out.

A total of six Old God Churches, including the Druid Sect, Worm Cathedral, Pure Evil, Voodoo Sect, Deep Dive Church, and the Blood Beast Nest as the main force.

No, it should be seven, we should also add a mysterious ’traitor’ [even the name can’t be mentioned].

In the end, even the mythical warship Noah’s Ark inhabited by the Mother of Monsters’ incarnation failed to return to the Corridor of Truth.

You won this colonial war when everyone doubted you, protecting your homeland.

Also fiercely slapped those pessimists and surrenderists in the face, truly satisfying!

So, it’s not just our Fairy Town School.

Two months after that colonial war, today, everyone in the Truth Corridor qualified to know has already heard your name.

You might even encounter your admirers everywhere."

The Eastern Continent was the first to experience the power of the Luanyan Epoch, their understanding of the enemy far exceeds the Silver Continent.

When the Little Prince mentioned ’traitor,’ pure resentment poured out from his clear eyes.

Looking at Byron, admiration filled his eyes:

"Over the years, humans of the Eastern Continent, under the Old God Churches and increasingly oppressive activated knowledge, have regressed from losing ground to being completely defeated.

The north could retain a quarter of its territory only because of their mutual fighting, allowing us to breathe.

Britney probably already told you, the strongest country in the East Continent currently is the Desert Empire ruled by Queen Cleopatra VII.

Most other human forces are located on the north and south sides surrounding the Sunset Desert, left only to struggle for survival.

In decades, we retreated continuously, everyone gradually became numb.

At this time, we desperately need victory news for humanity.

Your actions have shown everyone that humans can win!

And the loss ratio is an astonishing 0:7!

Isn’t this a truly inspiring achievement?

At least it’s not the other way around, those Old God Churches should be the ones lamenting.