Lazily basking in the sun, Hudson indulged in the warmth of the sunlight. It had been five days since the battle at Poison Dragon Island.
After destroying all the ships, Hudson returned to the Capital. As for the life and death of the Clergy's party, it no longer fell within his scope of concern.
With the Ghost Ship watching over, even if a merchant ship accidentally entered the area, it couldn't possibly take anyone away.
"Rescue," it sufficed just to think about it. At this moment, the infamy of the Ghost Ship had spread throughout the Continent, and everyone knew that the Church's Top Three Fleets had been annihilated in the Misty Marine Region.
As to what exactly had transpired, aside from Hudson, the mastermind, even the local snake, the Alpha Kingdom, could only guess through speculation, let alone others.
No matter how curious, no Major Noble power was willing to risk their foundations on a senseless venture.
