[ I have a friend who had been eager to enter the mainland. Will you meet him and hear his request? ]
Those were the words Ismael remembered very clearly. The reason he was now standing in this ship, leading an entire fleet to attack the mainland. If this was just Ismael, he wanted nothing to do with the land of vampires.
Ismael might've grown some balls after becoming the emperor of the new Maganti Empire. However, his courage wasn't to the point of foolishness. There was a limit to it.
"Ey, ey, oops."
Ismael closed his eyes and drew a deep breath. When he reopened his eyes, he turned his head to the side, only to see a man casually sitting on the railing. His eyes studied the man. The latter was in a casual blouse and plain, almost ragged pants. Matching his plain and humble attire was a straw slipper.
