Viktor

A navy battleship docked in Letzer Island's harbor. It had five tall masts with navy insignia adorning the sails, and a battle-hardened crew stepped off the ship, and they were greeted by a shocked-looking townspeople.

They had never seen a battleship of this size before. It was metallic and imposing with hundreds of cannons lining its sides.

If the captain of this wanted to, he could've easily blasted Letzer Island off the face of the earth with that firepower.

At the front of the soldiers, a man with a navy cap on walked down the town's main street with his arms behind his back and the navy coat billowing behind him like a cape.

"…"

Viktor, the Vice Admiral of the Navy, raised his gaze from below the cap and looked ahead at the town square.

A strange sight opened up in front of him.