In the dark of night, the bulky cargo ship cut through the waves, heading towards Joan of Arc Castle.
Currently, the Saint Sun's Ship is still under repair, and Horn is eager to get to Joan of Arc Castle.
So he simply gathered a newly styled cargo ship from the dock, and set off with nearly a hundred guards.
The candlelight flickered with the ship's motion, and Horn sat by the window, letting the fishy river breeze wash over his face.
Even though they wouldn't reach Joan of Arc Castle until the latter half of the night, Horn still couldn't sleep.
The preparation time was originally a year and a half, then shortened to a year, and now it was only half a year.
Who could sleep in such a situation?
Currently, the Holy Alliance crisis was intensifying both internally and externally, and he had to stabilize the situation while hurriedly preparing for war.
Leaving Madlan to handle daily affairs, Horn gave him two instructions:
