The First Magic World War-Chapter 216 - 213, that scumbag Alfred Guillaume (please bring more monthly tickets)

"He was the finest young officer in the Inglimar Royal Navy, unparalleled to this day. It was just a routine operation to encircle pirates; no one expected to encounter Zimmerman Axel Robin…"

"Right, back then he didn’t go by Axel, just Zimmerman Robin."

"Initially, my husband’s navy had the upper hand, but he was infuriated by Zimmerman Axel Robin’s humiliation. Being naturally proud and never believing his swordsmanship could be bested, he agreed to a fair duel between the two."

"Zimmerman Axel Robin…"

"It was in that duel he killed him, shattered the Inglimar Royal Navy, and suddenly became the Pirate King’s right hand."

"No one can describe the despair I felt at the news; if it weren’t for the novels sustaining me, I fear I wouldn’t have survived all these years."

Charles was originally very angry, but after listening to everything Princess May said, he felt a bit of sympathy, reducing his great anger slightly, he loudly said, "What does that have to do with me?"

"I’m not Zimmerman Axel Robin!"

Princess May gently said, "It was Alfred Guillaume, that scoundrel, who asked you to approach me, right? Even if there were no old grievances, what’s wrong with me punishing a little troublemaker harboring ill intentions?"

Charles was suddenly speechless. He really wanted to say, "This damn well has nothing to do with me either."

But how could he clearly explain such a situation?

Emperor Alfred Guillaume had set him up ever since he granted him the residence at 698 South Riverside Avenue; this black pot, he had to bear it whether he liked it or not.

Princess May smiled faintly and said, "Didn’t I ultimately save you?"

"You should feel fortunate that you know a few novels."

"Otherwise…"

The Great Eldest Princess didn’t say what would happen otherwise because two of Byron’s Blood Clan of the Sacred Order were already closing in.

Charles looked out from a high altitude, seeing The Giant Whale battling with one of Byron’s Magical Alchemy Warships, while another one of Byron’s warships, although not able to catch the flying Sacred Order, was still persistently following behind.

He took a deep breath, suppressing his emotions, and said, "Find an island and drop me off."

"In a battle with a Sacred Order, I am just a burden."

Charles had no desire whatsoever to continue staying with the Great Eldest Princess.

Princess May nodded, then let go.

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Charles fell from the sky, nearly losing his soul, but luckily he activated the Bloodflame Transformation Art just in time before hitting the sea, slightly cushioning his momentum, and then a splash plunged him dozens of meters deep into the sea.

Charles hurriedly reverted to his human form and activated the Quickness Technique, rising to the surface.

The three Sacred Orders in the sky had already begun their confrontation, and he gasped for air, choosing to simply drift with the waves, not attempting to run across the sea surface.

There were two enemies of the "Sacred Order" in the sky, any of whom could strike him dead with a single blow — how could he possibly recklessly expose himself?

Charles figured out the direction and estimated the journey ahead, deciding to swim toward Song Spirit Island, feeling that this massive island must be the nearest land.

Having just endured a fierce battle, exhausted and drained, Charles did not swim at full speed, but instead slowly recovered his Bloody Glory while leisurely advancing toward Song Spirit Island.

Soon, he could no longer see the three Sacred Orders in the sky, nor could he find any warship.

Just as Charles felt fortunate to have regained his "freedom," he noticed an enormous, indescribably large dark shadow slowly rising beneath him. An alarm sounded in his mind, and he hastily swam to the side, just as a gigantic whale burst through the sea surface, even leaping into the air.

The whale was so enormous that it far surpassed the largest living creature on Earth, measuring around sixty to seventy meters, like a small mountain leaping into the air before crashing back into the water, sending waves several stories high.

Charles felt like a coffee bean thrown into a cup and furiously stirred, helplessly riding the waves high into the air, then slamming back down with the massive surges. For the first time, he comprehended the formidable, irresistible force of nature — even as a Transcendent, he felt as insignificant as dust.

After the whale breached and fell back into the water, it flicked its tail, sending Charles, who had just steadied himself, flying back into the air.

As Charles fell, he landed beside the whale and drew his unicorg to stab into the beast, but as the whale turned slightly, an eye larger than his body firmly fixed on him.

Embarrassed, Charles retracted his unicorg, only to unexpectedly notice a hint of a smile in the whale’s eye.

The whale spread its fins, seemingly inviting him. Hesitating for a moment, Charles boldly leaped onto its back.

Surprisingly, the whale did not dive underwater or attempt to leap again but steadily swam in a certain direction.

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Charles found it very peculiar as he looked around; the sea and sky were clear, the weather was fine, and the scenery was beautiful, yet everything felt strange.

But with things as they were, Charles did not know what else to do but to adapt as things came.

He tried to take off his clothes one by one, wringing them dry before putting them back on — there was no Julian to prepare dry clothes for him now. Though in Earth’s martial arts novels, it was common for highly skilled masters to dry their clothes with internal energy, such control was beyond almost all the Transcendents of the Old Continent.

Charles knew he couldn’t do it either; Bloody Glory had no temperature, and while Blood Flame Qi could ignite his clothes, drying them without burning them was a difficult skill.

Charles practiced for several hours atop this mysteriously appearing whale, recovering most of his Bloody Glory and regaining his full combat strength. With renewed courage, he couldn’t help but yell, "Old buddy, what’s your name?"

The whale beneath him seemed to understand and responded with a loud sound, like singing, but Charles couldn’t comprehend the whale’s "language" and spread his hands, saying, "Sorry, I don’t understand!"

The whale seemed quite annoyed by his "foolishness" and spouted a jet of water.

Using his quick reflexes, Charles managed to dodge most of it but still got his freshly dried clothes soaked again.

He decided not to provoke the whale any further and patiently waited, confident that whatever the origin of this whale, he would eventually find out.

It couldn’t possibly be aiming to eat him?

Charles was confident on that front; setting aside whether he tasted good, he was surely not enough to fill it.