The liege of the Ubarr territory, Popelina Ubarr, looked around while taking in the cold ocean breeze.

Young lady Amiru, her future successor, was cautiously watching her.

Splash, splash.

This was the spot where they could best hear the waves that were crashing against the naval base.

This usually dark and quiet port was still dark, but not quiet today.

Paaaaat!

The teleportation magic circle flashed once more.

Popelina reached her hand out in order to ask for a handshake.

�Welcome, Viscount.�

�Ahem, nice to see you again, Ubarr liege.� ( Not sure why they are not referencing a title for her. Maybe she doesn�t have one? )

The person awkwardly shaking the Ubarr liege�s hand was a Viscount who used to be a part of the southeast region�s Marquis Ailan�s faction.

He was currently trying to blend in with the rest of the group while wearing his armor.

He left Popelina�s side and moved to where the other nobles were standing. None of them had bright expressions on their faces. The Viscount didn�t even greet the other nobles from the southeast faction as he looked around the naval base.

He then put his hand over his shaking heart.

A person�s voice was still echoing in his mind.

�The shield did not break.�

He recalled that intense battle. The Viscount who had watched that battle from his castle office could not help but run over here right away.

That person would come here.

The northeast region�s Military Commander, Cale Henituse.

He would be coming here tonight.

The Viscount recalled what Cale Henituse had said as he walked away from the oval table the last time they had met.

�If it is the noble�s way to attach themselves to the strong, then you will soon have to decide who you need to attach yourselves to in order to survive.�

He needed to stick to Cale if he wanted to survive. This was his only chance to do that.

His, as well as the other nobles, eyes were all continuously looking around. JrNovels.com