Xiulote stood resolutely on the flagship's divine altar, his expression solemn and serious. He was dressed in full regalia, his head adorned with a dazzling feather crown, and behind him, a large flag was planted on the high platform. At this moment, the Young Commander swallowed imperceptibly as he gazed at the even larger fleet opposite him.
"Bertade, tell me, is this battle a bit too risky for me?"
Xiulote slightly tilted his head, looking towards the Head Warrior beside him, with a hint of nervousness.
Bertade's expression remained calm. He softly countered,
"Your Highness, this battle has been planned by you for a long time. After preparing so much, don't you have confidence in it?"
Upon hearing this, the Young Commander raised his head, looked up at the bright sky, and softly exclaimed,
"What a beautiful clear day!"