"So this is Dvalinn Federation's Headquarters," Cristopher muttered. "One of the places in the world that no ordinary people can casually visit."
"Who would even want to visit this place?" Colbert looked at his friend like he had heard something weird. "This artificial island isn't meant to be a tourist attraction. It's a place where they train everyone who wishes to reclaim the Rigel Continent, blindly hoping that a powerful Wanderer would emerge among them."
"Are you talking about creating another Throne or Monarch?" Pietro asked.
Colbert shook his head. "No. They are hoping that someone like the Young Master will appear. If Monarchs and Thrones were enough to reclaim the Rigel Continent, we would have reclaimed it long ago.
"There was a time when an Elite Raiding Team composed of forty-thousand people, accompanied by the Five Monarchs, the Ten Thrones, and the Powerhouses of the Central Government, tried their hand to reclaim the Rigel Continent.
