The sound of his voice faded, and he disappeared again, rushing in another direction.
...
The Pope left.
Above the harbor, a large number of Flying Dragons swept across the sky towards the incoming Holy Court fleet.
The fleet was instantly thrown into chaos.
"Skeleton Flying Dragons, prepare for battle."
"Resolve it quickly, avoid damaging the ships."
The Priests began to chant and the Knights also prepared to meet the enemy.
Whoosh~!
Flying Dragons swept over from the sky, and a flurry of flyers, like falling snowflakes, scattered across the decks of the five large ships and the surrounding sea.
Covered with various papers.
Someone picked up a flyer from the deck and glanced at it.
In the center, there was a portrait of a man with black hair and black eyes, with two lines of text below.
