"Your Majesty."
Stefan glanced over his shoulder after hearing Dominique's voice behind him. Standing by the deck, he didn't say anything, hand behind him.
"We sighted ships that raised the Spade Kingdom flags. It seemed he had anticipated this," reported Dominique the moment he stood beside his brother. "We are expecting to encounter naval warfare."
"Quentin Moriarty is a wise and genius ruler," Stefan muttered, eyes on the vast ocean surrounding their ships. "It's also the reason we prepared this much."
Dominique breathed out deeply, rocking his head. "I still don't understand how Hell got a problem with him when he was in slumber all this time. He just brings problems the moment he wakes up. Hell and his people."