The Sea of Instability rippled gently like a blue ribbon under the mild breeze, as a fleet slowly navigated over the ocean.
Although the sea breeze was warm now, no one on the ship dared to relax. The calmer the surface of the Sea of Instability appeared, the more likely it was that turbulent waves would arise later.
At this moment, Rosalind was with some people, patiently transmitting messages to those on the various ships, confirming that there were no forces from the Avar Kingdom nearby.
“Please rest assured, Your Highness. According to the intelligence we received, that group from Avar has not yet discovered this shipping route. As long as nothing unexpected happens, it will be difficult for them to spot us on the open sea.”
Upon hearing the old man beside her say this, Rosalind’s worry eased slightly, but just a little.
“Master National, how could I not know this? But this is still the Sea of Instability, rumored to be a place where monstrous waves and sea monsters might appear at any moment.”
“Moreover, unlike the Avar Kingdom, which can set sail directly from their controlled harbors, we in Castile are already farther from M Continent. Additionally, we still need to avoid the controlled regions of the Avar Kingdom. Just entering the shipping route to the Sea of Instability has already consumed a significant portion of our supplies.”
The Gray Robe Master comforted her, “Your Highness, we calculated our supplies before departure. Even if we encounter unexpected events now, we can still manage.”
At the same time, the Gray Robe Master subtly signaled to Rosalind, who then noticed many anxious sailors and warriors around her looking at her.
“You’re right. We are getting closer to M Continent, and we will surely be able to find the legendary Elves for assistance.”
Hearing Rosalind say this, the gazes around her gradually dispersed.
Once they reached the room in the ship’s cabin, the Gray Robe Master instructed her, “Your Highness, during times like this, you must not show signs of worry and anxiety. Otherwise, your emotions can easily infect those below you.”
“I apologize, Master… I can’t help but feel a bit concerned.”
“I understand your feelings, Your Highness. But please rest assured that while this shipping route is longer, it is much safer. Soon we will enter the Misty Sea, and once we are in the Misty Sea, we will be fine. Even if the soldiers and dragons of the Avar Kingdom somehow spot us, they wouldn’t dare rashly enter the Misty Sea without a compass to guide them.”
“By then, we can disembark according to the ancient texts and set foot on M Continent to find the Elves.”
The Gray Robe Master caressed the compass and ancient texts in his hands. They represented not only the fleet’s hope for survival on the sea but also the last hope for Castile.
The Avar Kingdom and other countries on the Solun Continent had suffered mutual devastation, and due to the extensive destruction of the magic environment, they had no choice but to seek alternative routes.
But weren’t other countries on the Solun Continent in the same situation? Moreover, within the Solun Alliance that was resisting the Avar Kingdom, discordant voices had begun to emerge.
Castile, fighting on the front lines against the Avar Kingdom, was already a withered camel; yet the countries in the alliance that had not directly engaged in battle were growing fat and strong. The Avar Kingdom had not yet fallen, and those countries had already begun to divide the spoils and swallow their allies.
However, the Avar Kingdom seemed to have recently found a route to M Continent and began trading with the gold-laden countries there, bringing a variety of weapons, including cannons that could be fired merely by loading shells and various firearms.
These weapons, which could be used without magic, might as well be invincible in the devastated magic environment, allowing Avar to begin its counter-offensive in those areas.
Naturally, the first to suffer would be the once-heroic Kingdom of Castile.
At this moment, the Kingdom of Castile faced threats both ahead and behind, and in despair, the Castile Master proposed developing a route that avoided the Avar-controlled areas to connect M Continent.
The M Continent was rich in gold, with rivers flowing with milk. The weapons and tools brought back from M Continent by the Avar Kingdom could be sold at countless times their price on the Solun Continent, reviving an Avar Kingdom that was already on the brink of collapse.
Then Castile could naturally maintain domestic stability through trade with M Continent, and those cannons and firearms were only available in M Continent. Castile needed to acquire these weapons to stand up to Avar again.
Plans to reach M Continent quickly commenced, and the Castilian Master soon calculated a route from ancient texts that could lead to M Continent while avoiding the Avar Kingdom.
The most crucial aspect of this route was that it could connect to the territories controlled by the legendary Elves.
No one knew the extent of cooperation between the Avar Kingdom and the countries on M Continent, and at this moment, Castile could only pin its hopes on the Elves of legend.
Long-lived, wise, pure, noble, and from the information gathered from inside sources, the Avar was believed to pursue Supremacy Magic, which had poor relations with the Elves of M Continent. It was said that the Avar Kingdom was even driven out of M Continent with the help of the Elves.
So as long as they could find the Elves, they might be able to gain their assistance.
But this was indeed too idealistic, and the Sea of Instability itself was perilous. Not to mention the need to avoid the Avar Kingdom’s warships and those greedy dragons along the way.
To the nobles of Castile, this was basically a journey of ten deaths without return, and this journey became a tool for the Castilian royal family to eliminate dissent. The warring Little Princess Rosalind and the Gray Robe Master who proposed this matter were thrown out.
Of course, Rosalind was unaware of the twists and turns within. She only knew that her father assigned her the task of seeking out the legendary Elves and even equipped her with a Master and a group of warriors.
Most of these warriors, aside from some trained soldiers, were mostly desperate individuals hoping to stake everything on a gamble.
“Master, do you think we can really find the legendary Elves?”
Rosalind pulled out the book she had already worn out from flipping through.
“Absolutely, Your Highness. According to the map that Avar brought from M Continent, although the Elves’ kingdom is a bit distant, it is vast. As long as we can step foot on the land of M Continent, it will be easy to find the Elves’ kingdom.”
The Master, unaware, did not know that although the High Ger Empire of the Elves covered a large area, most of it was mountains and forests—broad land, few elves. However, as Rosalind gazed at the expansive portrayal of the Elven Empire in the book, her anxiety began to ease.
This voyage turned out to be smoother than expected, thanks to the help of the Gray Robe Master. They encountered no Avar forces along the way. As long as they changed the route and sailed into the Misty Sea, worry would no longer be a concern.
“Master, are the Elves all beautiful?”
“I don’t know, for aside from the ancestors of the Avar Kingdom, no one on Solun Continent has seen the Elves.”
The Gray Robe Master looked at the young princess with kind eyes, reaching out to tidy Rosalind’s hair, which had gotten a bit messy from the long voyage.
Most of the people in Castile opposed this adventurous expedition, but only the young princess who had steadfastly supported it was with him. The Gray Robe knew that it was precisely for this reason that the still-young Rosalind was assigned to undertake such a dangerous task.
Just when everyone thought the Sea of Instability had calmed and they could pass smoothly, trouble unexpectedly arose. Suddenly, a panicked voice shouted from the deck: “Enemy attack! Enemy attack!”
