Pirate Kingship-Chapter 794 - 497: Engagement and Another Foray into Valhalla Hall of Valor

A few days later, the Old Continent, North Sea region.

A brilliant golden light cleaved through the waves, sprinting across the sea's surface. One moment it was at the southern horizon, the next it had vanished at the northern sky-sea boundary.

Even more magical, on this magnificent golden warship, no crew member was visible. Only the helm, seemingly controlled by an invisible hand, rotated automatically, and the sails adjusted their height.

It seemed to have achieved the highest level of autopilot, even if a whale suddenly appeared ten meters ahead, it would never rear-end it.

Clearly, this was the [Golden Deer] which had become the target of Byron's [Dragon Taming Technique].

For it, "as if directing with arm and fingers" was no longer just a metaphor, but truly an extension of Byron's limbs.

When the [Deep Sea Blessing] in cruiser form was activated, the Holy Relic Sails not only harnessed the wind but also the currents and source tides to fully utilize every wisp of energy flowing by.

The more the material world slides toward the "Intertidal Zone," the faster this vessel would become.

By utilizing the almost ubiquitous world rifts and Sea of Origin Matter, it could achieve a thousand miles in an instant by "taking shortcuts."

If Byron wasn't so busy lately, there would be little problem embarking on the "first global voyage" of the Great Nautical Age with this ship.

Additionally, the ship was not truly empty.

"Screech——!"

A high-pitched hawk's screech echoed through the clouds, as a Siren Banshee with silver hair, a human face, and an eagle's body pierced through the heavenly clouds, carrying a trail of white cloud plummeting towards the [Golden Deer].

Yet, instead of landing on the cruiser sailing in the material world, it landed on the reflected superimposed third-level battleship in the water.

The Siren Banshee stood on the topsail yard fifty meters above the water's surface, "flapping" and shook off the water droplets from her body, transforming back into Violet's human form.

Apart from Byron leisurely lying on a beach chair reading the Forbidden Book "Gospel of Heaven," not a single person else was on the deck, and the girl's attire was particularly simple.

Only a snow-white lace-edged strap dress, revealing a graceful swan neck and fair shoulders, standing barefoot on the sail yard.

A bright blue ribbon was tied around her slender ankle, dancing in the wind like a sprite in the breeze.

As a mythical creature of the Leviathan lineage, the [Witch of Calamity] mostly could not leave the water, needing to bathe three times daily after leaving the oceanic environment.

When staying too long on land, she would gradually become weakened, even potentially dying of thirst.

Just like most fish needing to live in water, this was part of their biological nature, and even a [Panacea] couldn't change this trait.

Fortunately, the cloud sea in the sky was also a sea, and whether ascending to the sky or descending to the sea allowed Violet, who had already unlocked the oceanic monster biosphere, to maintain her peak state.

The girl saw the raindrops she deliberately shook off blown away by a gust of wind beside Byron, who didn't even look up and continued reading, unable to resist pinching her dainty waist as she shouted:

"Hey, fiancé!"

Only then did Byron look up, a smile at the corner of his eye, responding to her:

"What's the matter, my beautiful and lovely fiancée?"

Yesterday, the three of them had already held engagement ceremonies at International Port and Black Sails Harbor, announcing their relationship to the world.

No unexpected mix-up on carriages occurred in between.

However, at night, [The Mad Hunt], [War Witch], [The Sea Hunter], and [Mithril Dragon] did all end up sleeping in the same bed.

According to the Old Continent's tradition, in a sense, an engagement is a more important social contract than a wedding. The ceremony need not be grand, but it holds extraordinary significance in reality and mysticism.

From that moment on, their union was not just their own personal matter, but also meant the complete merging of their respective factions, territories, and properties.

In fact, for most noble families, guaranteeing orderly inheritance of territory and assets was the primary concern, while emotions were merely an optional embellishment.

For noble maidens, marrying for love was an extremely extravagant affair, leading to a trend on the continent where, after having an heir post-marriage, the couple would not interfere in each other's affairs.

Having a plethora of lovers each was hardly considered odd.

Yet the three of them were undoubtedly fortunate, as the two girls married for love, and Byron found his childhood sweetheart and didn't miss the fateful encounter, their lives completed in fulfillment.

Even if someday they encounter the terrifying effects of the [Social Clock], it would have no handle on him whatsoever.

Thank the wicked feudal society!

The relationship took a step further, and today, following Byron back to Iron Anchor Bay on business, Violet's mood was naturally remarkably good.

With a coquettish smile meeting Byron's adoring gaze, she shook her left hand adorned with a blue sapphire engagement ring.

Then, holding up her skirt hem, she tiptoed on gemstone-like crystal-clear toes and began to dance.

This outstanding student from the Vinaia Art Academy danced with movements at times bold and at times gentle, as her appearance and attire transformed alongside.

Sometimes she was a barefoot girl in a white dress next door; sometimes a Kim Bosa dance maid in a fiery red gauze dress with jingling silver bells; sometimes a native female warrior as beautiful and dangerous as a female leopard; sometimes dressed in a magnificent gown, a cold and unapproachable queen...

Having become a mythical creature and relying on her ability to manipulate spatial rifts, Violet had phased out storage miracle objects, possessing her own personal pocket space, enabling one-click wardrobe changes.