<p>The Gray Robe and Rosalind took the Castilian envoy out of the tavern, and along the way, everyone’s expressions were quite complex, forming a stark contrast to the bustling scene at the harbor.</p>
<p>Though it was known that King Gonzalez VI would find it hard to regain power, the Gray Robe still felt very sad upon learning of his death.</p>
<p>The Little Princess’s expression was vacant; she remembered that before their departure, the Emperor of the Empire had urged her to prepare psychologically. However, when she truly learned that her brother had committed regicide and usurped the throne, and that Castile had been split into seven pieces, the Little Princess seemed to have lost her direction in an instant.</p>
<p>She had worked hard to follow the Gray Robe to M Continent, and she had also diligently learned about the knowledge of M Continent. The Avars had been defeated, and the strength of the Dragons had been significantly weakened. With the support of the Empire, chasing off the Avars should have been an easy task, but ultimately, Castile could not hold on and was torn apart into seven pieces.</p>
<p>Though still young, the Little Princess understood that wanting to reunite with her siblings was now impossible.</p>
<p>Calming down, the Gray Robe thought more deeply. The death of Gonzalez VI was indeed too suspicious. Even based on the incomplete information he had now, Xiya should not have killed Your Majesty in any circumstances; it would have been more fitting for Xiya to have him write an abdication decree. Xiya continuously denied having killed the Father King, but no one listened. Nevertheless, the Gray Robe felt that the absurd claims made by Xiya at the beginning were likely true.</p>
<p>But which force was it? It was said that Xiya was constantly searching for information on the Master of the Morning Star; it was truly difficult to guess.</p>
<p>The Gray Robe thought for a moment and said to the Little Princess beside him, “Your Highness, you should stay on the ship for the next few days and refrain from moving around recklessly.”</p>
<p>“But National Master, our homeland has fallen. Shouldn’t we think of a way to act quickly?” </p>
<p>Watching Rosalind’s gaze shift from vacant to firm, the Gray Robe replied, “Of course, Your Majesty. I will think of a solution, but first, we need to wait for our guests to visit us.”</p>
<p>The Gray Robe looked towards the imperial fleet docked at the harbor.</p>
<p>The explosive news of the arrival of the imperial fleet at the Solun Continent quickly spread around, especially the news that the Avars and Dragons had been defeated, which left many people in disbelief. However, since the Avars’ fleet did not come back, and there were Avar prisoners on the imperial ships, the surrounding countries had to reconsider this so-called imperial fleet.</p>
<p>The harbor was even temporarily closed to specifically receive this fleet, and other ships could only seek out neutral ports for docking.</p>
<p>Of course, the so-called fleet was merely from the perspective of people on the Solun Continent. Those merchants who had been in frequent contact with the fleet knew well that it was merely a ship equipped with many arms; the fleet’s original purpose was indeed to do business and could hardly be called a fleet.</p>
<p>However, others would not think so, particularly the Avars. </p>
<p>In reality, after the battle reports with the imperial fleet reached the Avars, they had believed the story for six days. The wall-like enchantment had left a deep impression on the Avars, and the previously self-proclaimed high-ranking official from the Demon Clan who claimed to come from M Continent was said to have vanished after the Castilian coup. Under mutual support, the Avars even doubted whether the warriors and Dragons from M Continent had truly been defeated.</p>
<p>The Dragon Church, rarely silent, had no response to the outside world, perhaps in urgent contact with the remaining Dragons on the Solun Continent to confirm the situation.</p>
<p>Besides the Avars and the Dragon Church, the aristocrats of Castile likely had the most complicated feelings about the imperial fleet, as the Castilian flag fluttered upon the ships. The reason was that the Gray Robe and Rosalind were also on the ships of the imperial fleet, and for this returning Little Princess, the aristocrats of Castile began to attempt contact and outreach.</p>
<p>That night, after replying to those continuously sending letters, the Gray Robe turned off the magical lamp. For the past few days, the Gray Robe had gone out to gather more information, gaining a rough understanding of the current state of the Solun Continent. In the darkness, the Gray Robe faintly felt that a shadow, deeper than the darkness, had entered the ship, but he paid no mind.</p>
<p>Just as he closed his eyes, the Gray Robe suddenly awoke, his own cabin having vanished, replaced by darkness.</p>
<p>“No wonder you are the National Master of Castile; you are even more perceptive than we imagined.”</p>
<p>From the shadows, a man wearing a Black and White Mask stepped forward.</p>
<p>Upon seeing the man’s attire, the Gray Robe immediately understood: “A follower of the Master of the Morning Star?”</p>
<p>“We are now the Night Sanctuary.”</p>
<p>The Master of the Night Sanctuary bowed and greeted the Gray Robe.</p>
<p>“To be honest, we are quite curious about you and hold you in great respect. So we want to ask you first, are you willing to join our Night Sanctuary and become one of us? The Master of the Morning Star will bless you and bring you knowledge from the other shore.”</p>
<p>Before the Master could finish, the Gray Robe interrupted, “You killed the Emperor, didn’t you?”</p>
<p>“We did, and so what?” </p>
<p>The Master replied nonchalantly, “Gonzalez VI was too old; he couldn’t control this kingdom and was unlikely to be a compliant puppet. Coincidentally, his son is quite filial, so we took the opportunity.”</p>
<p>Then, the Bishop seemed to see through the Gray Robe and said, “Of course, who becomes king is actually of little concern to us, as long as it helps us spread the doctrine of the Master. Would you like that little princess next door to become the king? Although it might be a bit troublesome, if you are willing to join us, it’s not impossible.”</p>
<p>Although the term “Master” was a respectful title, the Master of the Night Sanctuary straightened up. Even through the mask, one could feel his arrogance. The Gray Robe could sense from his tone that the other party probably had already grasped quite a few underground resources and had control over the shadowy powers of this continent.</p>
<p>Seeing that the Gray Robe did not respond, the Bishop asked again, “Is the news spread by this fleet outside true? Does this so-called Empire really have the power to confront the Dragons?”</p>
<p>“Of course.” </p>
<p>The Gray Robe finally answered, “The power of the Empire is stronger than you think. To be honest, sometimes I even feel that for the Empire, you and I are merely ants. In M Continent, even the Dragons must abide by the rules of the Empire.”</p>
<p>Hearing the Gray Robe say this, the Bishop seemed unable to suppress himself any longer and laughed maniacally, “That’s fantastic! We are precisely aiming to have the power to defeat the Dragons. This Empire is a perfect target; I can’t wait to take control of the Empire you speak of, hahahaha!”</p>
<p>The Gray Robe then looked at him with sympathetic eyes and asked, “How do you plan to control the Empire?”</p>
<p>The Bishop wearing the Black and White Mask spoke in an excited but restrained voice, “National Master of Castile, do you know? When people are asleep, they are the most vulnerable, especially when dreaming. Just like you are now, in dreams, no one is a match for the Night Sanctuary! Even the Empire you speak of is no exception!”</p>
<p>“Pfft!”</p>
<p>A light laugh, as if finally unable to hold it in, came from the shadows.</p>
<p>“Who? Who’s there?!”</p>
<p>The Bishop of the Night Sanctuary looked fearfully towards the source of the laughter.</p>
<p>“Sorry, I have received professional training and generally would not mock others, unless I truly cannot hold it in.” </p>
<p>Bernice stepped out from the shadows, carrying a lamp.</p>
<p>Though it was known that King Gonzalez VI would find it hard to regain power, the Gray Robe still felt very sad upon learning of his death.</p>
<p>The Little Princess’s expression was vacant; she remembered that before their departure, the Emperor of the Empire had urged her to prepare psychologically. However, when she truly learned that her brother had committed regicide and usurped the throne, and that Castile had been split into seven pieces, the Little Princess seemed to have lost her direction in an instant.</p>
<p>She had worked hard to follow the Gray Robe to M Continent, and she had also diligently learned about the knowledge of M Continent. The Avars had been defeated, and the strength of the Dragons had been significantly weakened. With the support of the Empire, chasing off the Avars should have been an easy task, but ultimately, Castile could not hold on and was torn apart into seven pieces.</p>
<p>Though still young, the Little Princess understood that wanting to reunite with her siblings was now impossible.</p>
<p>Calming down, the Gray Robe thought more deeply. The death of Gonzalez VI was indeed too suspicious. Even based on the incomplete information he had now, Xiya should not have killed Your Majesty in any circumstances; it would have been more fitting for Xiya to have him write an abdication decree. Xiya continuously denied having killed the Father King, but no one listened. Nevertheless, the Gray Robe felt that the absurd claims made by Xiya at the beginning were likely true.</p>
<p>But which force was it? It was said that Xiya was constantly searching for information on the Master of the Morning Star; it was truly difficult to guess.</p>
<p>The Gray Robe thought for a moment and said to the Little Princess beside him, “Your Highness, you should stay on the ship for the next few days and refrain from moving around recklessly.”</p>
<p>“But National Master, our homeland has fallen. Shouldn’t we think of a way to act quickly?” </p>
<p>Watching Rosalind’s gaze shift from vacant to firm, the Gray Robe replied, “Of course, Your Majesty. I will think of a solution, but first, we need to wait for our guests to visit us.”</p>
<p>The Gray Robe looked towards the imperial fleet docked at the harbor.</p>
<p>The explosive news of the arrival of the imperial fleet at the Solun Continent quickly spread around, especially the news that the Avars and Dragons had been defeated, which left many people in disbelief. However, since the Avars’ fleet did not come back, and there were Avar prisoners on the imperial ships, the surrounding countries had to reconsider this so-called imperial fleet.</p>
<p>The harbor was even temporarily closed to specifically receive this fleet, and other ships could only seek out neutral ports for docking.</p>
<p>Of course, the so-called fleet was merely from the perspective of people on the Solun Continent. Those merchants who had been in frequent contact with the fleet knew well that it was merely a ship equipped with many arms; the fleet’s original purpose was indeed to do business and could hardly be called a fleet.</p>
<p>However, others would not think so, particularly the Avars. </p>
<p>In reality, after the battle reports with the imperial fleet reached the Avars, they had believed the story for six days. The wall-like enchantment had left a deep impression on the Avars, and the previously self-proclaimed high-ranking official from the Demon Clan who claimed to come from M Continent was said to have vanished after the Castilian coup. Under mutual support, the Avars even doubted whether the warriors and Dragons from M Continent had truly been defeated.</p>
<p>The Dragon Church, rarely silent, had no response to the outside world, perhaps in urgent contact with the remaining Dragons on the Solun Continent to confirm the situation.</p>
<p>Besides the Avars and the Dragon Church, the aristocrats of Castile likely had the most complicated feelings about the imperial fleet, as the Castilian flag fluttered upon the ships. The reason was that the Gray Robe and Rosalind were also on the ships of the imperial fleet, and for this returning Little Princess, the aristocrats of Castile began to attempt contact and outreach.</p>
<p>That night, after replying to those continuously sending letters, the Gray Robe turned off the magical lamp. For the past few days, the Gray Robe had gone out to gather more information, gaining a rough understanding of the current state of the Solun Continent. In the darkness, the Gray Robe faintly felt that a shadow, deeper than the darkness, had entered the ship, but he paid no mind.</p>
<p>Just as he closed his eyes, the Gray Robe suddenly awoke, his own cabin having vanished, replaced by darkness.</p>
<p>“No wonder you are the National Master of Castile; you are even more perceptive than we imagined.”</p>
<p>From the shadows, a man wearing a Black and White Mask stepped forward.</p>
<p>Upon seeing the man’s attire, the Gray Robe immediately understood: “A follower of the Master of the Morning Star?”</p>
<p>“We are now the Night Sanctuary.”</p>
<p>The Master of the Night Sanctuary bowed and greeted the Gray Robe.</p>
<p>“To be honest, we are quite curious about you and hold you in great respect. So we want to ask you first, are you willing to join our Night Sanctuary and become one of us? The Master of the Morning Star will bless you and bring you knowledge from the other shore.”</p>
<p>Before the Master could finish, the Gray Robe interrupted, “You killed the Emperor, didn’t you?”</p>
<p>“We did, and so what?” </p>
<p>The Master replied nonchalantly, “Gonzalez VI was too old; he couldn’t control this kingdom and was unlikely to be a compliant puppet. Coincidentally, his son is quite filial, so we took the opportunity.”</p>
<p>Then, the Bishop seemed to see through the Gray Robe and said, “Of course, who becomes king is actually of little concern to us, as long as it helps us spread the doctrine of the Master. Would you like that little princess next door to become the king? Although it might be a bit troublesome, if you are willing to join us, it’s not impossible.”</p>
<p>Although the term “Master” was a respectful title, the Master of the Night Sanctuary straightened up. Even through the mask, one could feel his arrogance. The Gray Robe could sense from his tone that the other party probably had already grasped quite a few underground resources and had control over the shadowy powers of this continent.</p>
<p>Seeing that the Gray Robe did not respond, the Bishop asked again, “Is the news spread by this fleet outside true? Does this so-called Empire really have the power to confront the Dragons?”</p>
<p>“Of course.” </p>
<p>The Gray Robe finally answered, “The power of the Empire is stronger than you think. To be honest, sometimes I even feel that for the Empire, you and I are merely ants. In M Continent, even the Dragons must abide by the rules of the Empire.”</p>
<p>Hearing the Gray Robe say this, the Bishop seemed unable to suppress himself any longer and laughed maniacally, “That’s fantastic! We are precisely aiming to have the power to defeat the Dragons. This Empire is a perfect target; I can’t wait to take control of the Empire you speak of, hahahaha!”</p>
<p>The Gray Robe then looked at him with sympathetic eyes and asked, “How do you plan to control the Empire?”</p>
<p>The Bishop wearing the Black and White Mask spoke in an excited but restrained voice, “National Master of Castile, do you know? When people are asleep, they are the most vulnerable, especially when dreaming. Just like you are now, in dreams, no one is a match for the Night Sanctuary! Even the Empire you speak of is no exception!”</p>
<p>“Pfft!”</p>
<p>A light laugh, as if finally unable to hold it in, came from the shadows.</p>
<p>“Who? Who’s there?!”</p>
<p>The Bishop of the Night Sanctuary looked fearfully towards the source of the laughter.</p>
<p>“Sorry, I have received professional training and generally would not mock others, unless I truly cannot hold it in.” </p>
<p>Bernice stepped out from the shadows, carrying a lamp.</p>
