บท 451: The Empire's Maritime Military Powerhouse

"You came."

Axias talked to a very familiar middle-aged man standing on top of the deck of his magnificent fleet. He was his brother, the Grand Duke of Euclase.

"How could I not?" the man said, smiling. "As a man in charge of the Empire's maritime military, it's the only thing I must do."

He looked up at the clear, dark sky and laughed loudly as if he'd been waiting for this moment forever. "You, too, don't have a choice except to receive my help, right?"

Axias rolled his eyes, but he also smiled. If this man didn't have his back, he would never be able to dispatch his army only to the east of the continent.

"Don't worry about the west. Most West Continent's powerhouses had reached an agreement to not attack us, and they told me, specifically," Eoin said.

"Because you spent most of your life in the western seas... right?" Axias asked.

"No. It's because I bribed them," Eoin answered nonchalantly.

The Emperor laughed. This elder brother of his... would never change...