A day later, the docks of the Holy Land appeared crowded. Two ships left the docks, both heading east, but in appearances, they couldn't be more different. King Rathagun had a massive elven ship covered with vines, draped in various shades of green. Meanwhile, King Malisius had a small ship, but it was incredibly fast with wing-shaped sails.
From the docks, Sylvester gently waved his hand. A constant smile was plastered on his face. This was perhaps one of his greatest achievements that would be remembered by history.
"You do understand that he will try to kill you when you visit Beastaria to kill the Demon later?" Felix warned. "I've spied on the dragons for a while, and they aren't the bunch that easily forgets their grudges."
Sylvester continued to smile and wave, "I know. He will probably wait until I deal with the Demon and then strike. But I'll be prepared when that happens—Don't worry, Felix."
