"Watchdogs?"
The moment Ethan said that, Astharel's face froze. He looked at Ethan and gave a helpless, bitter smile.
"Lord Valkarion, isn't that a bit harsh?"
Ethan just shook his head. "Harsh or not, it's the truth. Can't sugarcoat it."
Then he turned his gaze toward the palace entrance and called out softly, "Cicero, bring me the sea chart."
"The sea chart?"
Paxton, the Tidebreaker, narrowed his eyes slightly and suddenly spoke up. "No need. I've got one right here."
As he spoke, he pulled out a thick roll of beast-hide parchment from his side and laid it out across the long table in front of them.
Ethan leaned in, studying the map carefully.
After a moment, he gave a small nod.
The map was impressively detailed.
