The First Magic World War

After a moment of silence, Andreas said, "Why don't you try wiping out the Mesu Family's Northern Fleet as well?"

Charles looked appreciatively at Andreas and said, "That's a great idea!"

After casting her lot with Byron, Duchess Mesu had poured her family's accumulated wealth into desperate expansion, reviving the Northern Fleet to a shadow of its former glory.

At this time, the Northern Fleet included one Legendary Warship, the Fontainebleau, alongside eight Magical Alchemy Warships. Including Duchess Mesu herself, there were a total of thirteen at the Sacred level, with countless Transcendents among them.

Even at its weakest, Duchess Mesu's influence was still comparable to that of the Old Earl of Brittany and the Minister of War, Garanord!

It can be said that if it weren't for Duchess Mesu's defection to join Byron, Redmir would never have been able to usurp the throne, nor would Earl Brittany have rebelled.

Unfortunately, there are no ifs in this world.

From the Sacred level members of the Royal Family besieging Zimmerman, causing the Imperial Chancellor and several royal Sacred level individuals to retire from politics, to the war with Byron and the Black Phoenix that resulted in Duchess Mesu's defection, the Empire's decline seemed abrupt, but in reality, it was traceable and gradual.

One could say that the Axel Dynasty's continued flaws were too many; it was already at its end. Even without Brittany, its downfall was only a matter of time, after all, there's no guarantee that Duchess Mesu wouldn't have rebelled.

With her tall stature, Duchess Mesu stood on the deck of the Fontainebleau, gazing towards Sesath, her heart surging with emotion. If she could reclaim Sesath, she would be able to retake control of The North and restore the family's former radiance before they expanded beyond The North.

"Only by taking control of The North can the Mesu Family's Northern Fleet truly live up to its name."

"As long as I take down Sesath and control The North, the Mesu Family can rise again."

"With the Fontainebleau, I can once again explore the Berserk Sea. If I can master that secret, no other family on this continent could compare to the Mesu."

Duchess Mesu was determined; she didn't believe Sesath would stop her, not to mention that it was originally Mesu's own Menier anchoring the place. Even if Menier had any other intentions, he certainly couldn't withstand the full onslaught of the Northern Fleet.

Duchess Mesu had even considered, after taking Sesath, commanding the fleet to land and seizing as much land as possible. Although it wasn't feasible to unite with the Duchy of Mesu in The North, communication by ships was wholly possible.

A Sacred level individual descended from above and said in a low voice, "Your Grace! Sesath has changed its flags!"

Duchess Mesu raised an eyebrow slightly and asked, "Whose flags are they?"

The Sacred level subordinate answered, "They are the flags of Earl Charles Meklen!"

Duchess Mesu frowned slightly and said, "Ah, the son-in-law of the Brittany Family!"

"Adossa! Go tell Charles to get lost; Sesath is my target."

A young girl answered, "Yes, Mother!"

Her full name was Adossa Mesu! She was the daughter of Duchess Mesu, and her only daughter.

She received all the favor of Duchess Mesu, personally trained in martial techniques from a young age, and after growing up and entering school, she made rapid progress. Her academic performance was no less remarkable than geniuses like Zimmerman and Menilman, except that she was four or five years younger, and her era of growth staggered with theirs.

Adossa was very curious about Charles, given that he had now become a man known across the continent.

She didn't even bring a weapon, nor did she think Charles would actually engage in combat with her, since they were allies.

Charles was poised for battle, ready to fight the Northern Fleet. If time could be turned back a few months, how could he have had the ability, the confidence, to wage war against Duchess Mesu? If time were turned back more than a year, to that magic item auction, he was nothing but a small fry, someone who didn't even register in the eyes of Duchess Mesu.

Even now, it's likely that Duchess Mesu didn't know she had once met Charles.

But now, Charles was full of courage. He too possessed more than ten Sacred level followers. Although he was still lacking a little, currently remaining at the Seventeenth Rank, he feared no quarrel with any great noble.

Adossa transformed into a stream of dark light and flew upon the walls of Sesath City.

Charles was slightly surprised because Adossa practiced Dark Fighting Qi, a technique only those from Sheffield University would learn. He couldn't help but instinctively shout, "Which senior brother or sister might you be?"

"Charles Meklen, a graduate of the class of Black Moon thirty-three years from Sheffield University, at your service."

Adossa didn't expect their exchange to start like this. She steadied her form atop the ramparts of Sesath City and said, "Indeed, I am your senior. Call me Senior Sister Adossa!"

Charles obediently called out, "Senior Sister Adossa! Are you here to negotiate on behalf of Duchess Mesu?"

"To make things clear, His Majesty the Emperor of Brittany has said that all conquered territories will be fully incorporated into Earl Mecklen's lands. I absolutely won't give up such a vast territory. If Duchess Mesu has any inappropriate thoughts, please retract them early to avoid unruly confrontation."

Adossa wasn't angry, she smiled slightly and said, "Our Mesu Family has thirteen people at the Sacred level!"

Charles raised a finger and called out, "Rise, show yourselves to Senior Sister Adossa!"

Charles' ten Sacred level followers and four newly joined nobles took to the air together. He said with a bit of pride, "I happen to have one more than you!"

Adossa was genuinely shocked. Although she had heard many rumors about Charles, since the Mesu Family had left Fars to join Byron, they weren't as well-informed. She truly had no idea that Charles commanded such an extensive group of Sacred level powers!

Adossa's face revealed her astonishment, and it took her a while to speak again, "Even if you have so many Sacred level people, we have the Fontainebleau!"

"You are also a Farsian, you should know the power of Fontainebleau, especially in the hands of my mother, no one can compete with her."

Charles took off the golden ring from his hand and threw it mightily into the sea. He was already at the High-Level Transcendent Seventeenth Rank, and his throw packed great force, sending the golden ring flying far into the distance.

For a moment, Adossa didn't understand what Charles was up to, but her complexion changed immediately because the golden ring Charles threw caused giant waves to surge, waves towering several hundred meters high, as if a mountain had been tossed into the sea, the mountain and sea stirring as if a Deity had punched open the ocean itself.

Even the distant Northern Fleet was affected, pushed back several kilometers by the resulting waves, and it was only the joint efforts of several Sacred level individuals that managed to stop the surging waves.

A Legendary Warship revealed itself within the tumultuous, mountain-high waves!

Yes, this was the Holy Light Divine State Title.