Chapter 529: The Division of the New Continent Council

“She wants to be your sister,” Princess Annie remarked.

Charlot Mecklenburg was taken aback, a headache surging instantly!

His first thought was, Count Gallanord couldn’t possibly let his daughter change her surname to Mecklenburg!

Sophia Gallanord’s delicate face flushed slightly, but she quickly refuted with firm resolve, saying, “I will not...”

Meanwhile, Emilia Mecklenburg bared her pristine white teeth in a threatening manner!

Sophia ignored the menace entirely. To her, nothing could prevent her from speaking her mind.

Just as Emilia prepared to “eliminate” this “little b****,” a silver serpent tail coiled around her without a sound, dragging her into the Void with fluid, seamless movements, unnoticed by everyone.

Even Menielman Soumet couldn’t resist the urge to observe how Charlot would handle the situation, despite her own awkward position. She mused inwardly—this might serve as a valuable reference for the future.

Just as Miss Rose of Strasbourg was about to speak her true thoughts, a cool and detached voice interrupted, saying faintly, “Charlot, if you don’t pursue them now, that group will escape completely.”

“They’re planning to take all your women!”

Charlot glanced into the distance. Indeed, the fleet of over a dozen ships from the New Continent Council, including several Saint-rank individuals, was already far away and fading into the horizon. He suddenly realized Princess May had made an excellent point. Resolutely, he declared, “I swore moments ago that I wouldn’t let them live!”

“Cresto, Aspuros, Regulus, Herolf, Black Dragon, Choudrou, Argon, Gareth, Andreas Constantine... follow me to hunt them down!”

“Viggo! You’re to stay aboard the Dolmabahçe and hold Black Phoenix City!”

Viggo obediently acknowledged the order, feeling relieved that he’d been assigned to remain aboard. He couldn’t help but lament his current life. Initially, he surrendered to Charlot out of despair for the future, intending to live out his days in peace. However, instead of respite, he found himself caught in endless battles, constantly fighting wars far more dangerous than when he’d served the South Seraph Restorationists. Even the intense conflict at Ferranden was less extreme than this.

Now, he couldn’t help but feel nostalgic for Hughes…

Menielman and Princess May simultaneously volunteered, “We’ll join the fight too!”

The Duchess Mesu gave her daughter a pat on the shoulder. After a brief hesitation, Ardosa Mesu added, “I will join as well!”

Charlot dared not linger. He soared skyward, wiping the sweat from his brow as he ascended. The situation had been far too perilous earlier. Though he didn’t know what Annie and Sophia Gallanord had intended to say, his instincts told him it was something he could not afford to hear.

Because… it would undoubtedly lead to turmoil!

As Charlot disappeared from view, Princess Annie exhaled deeply and instructed, “We need to inspect the spoils! Evacuate everyone aboard the ships and confiscate all wealth. As for the ships…”

“Duchess Mesu, thank you for your aid. Five hundred ships are your reward for your benevolence!”

“Sophia Gallanord, your assistance is also appreciated. You may select two hundred vessels.”

The New Continent Council’s fleet had been formed by six or seven groups of immigrants. While some remained docked in other cities, nearly two thousand ships had assembled under Black Phoenix City—an unprecedented scale that not even the Five Great Empires could rival.

Princess Annie understood that Charlot couldn’t manage such a massive fleet alone.

If the Mecklenburg Duchy were to maintain such a large fleet, it would undoubtedly arouse the suspicion of the Four Great Empires, jeopardizing the duchy’s stability. Thus, she decided to dismantle and distribute the fleet among the allied forces.

Though Charlot had taken most of the Saint-rank individuals with him, Princess Annie still had capable lieutenants such as Viggo, Clair Bretagne, and Ebner Soumet to maintain order.

At first, the immigrants from the New Continent showed some resistance, but they quickly capitulated under Annie’s measures. Those who came with families were either registered and settled in Black Phoenix City or redistributed to other cities. For lone individuals, those with suitable strength and willingness were absorbed into the West Wind Knight Order. Those unwilling to serve the Mecklenburg Duchy were exiled to Cappadocia.

Annie had learned a few tricks from Charlot—she would never let these New Continent immigrants leave freely. If they did, they would inevitably regroup under the New Continent Council, continuing to oppose Charlot Mecklenburg.

As the vast wealth was transported ashore, even Duchess Mesu was stunned. These immigrants had brought all their assets from the New Continent. Almost every ship was laden with treasures. After emptying just seven or eight vessels, Princess Annie ordered the remainder of the spoils to be sealed, awaiting Charlot’s return for further decisions.

Meanwhile, Charlot had caught up with Avish and his group. The remaining fleet, reduced to just over ten ships, included several magical alchemical warships, which prevented them from fleeing at full speed.

One Saint-rank individual couldn’t help but mutter upon seeing their pursuers, “Who thought it was a good idea to declare they’d take Charlot Mecklenburg’s women?”

“We just wanted to return to the Old Continent and settle down!”

“Why provoke a fight?”

“Now look at the mess. Our ships are gone, our people are captured, and our wealth is in Charlot Mecklenburg’s hands.”

“This kind of life is worse than staying in the New Continent.”

Several other Saint-rank individuals revealed angry expressions but refrained from speaking due to Avish’s strength.

Mocher sighed deeply, saying, “What’s done is done. Why say more?”

The Saint who had spoken earlier raised his voice, “In truth, only Avish and Monteblanc wanted to divide up Charlot’s women. Mocher, you didn’t share their ambitions, nor did we. Why don’t we surrender to Charlot?”

“After all, Monteblanc is already dead.”

Avish snorted coldly, reaching out to strike, but the Saint who had spoken was prepared and dodged behind Mocher. Mocher extended his hands slightly, releasing a surge of battle energy to block Avish’s attack.

Without another word, Avish turned and left, with three Saint-rank individuals hesitating briefly before following him.

Mocher sighed again, opting not to pursue them. He whispered to the others, “Let’s proceed cautiously. I’ve heard this Mecklenburg Duke is fiercely loyal to his lovers. His fury in this battle makes that clear. He may not accept our surrender.”

“If things go poorly, I’ll summon an Evil God to ensure our escape.”

From afar, Charlot noticed that Avish had fled while most of the others stayed behind, leaving him puzzled. While he had pursued them, he had not planned for an immediate battle. Something about the Radiant Holy Kingdom ship seemed off, and he hadn’t dared to bring it along. With Emilia missing and only Cresto’s forces at his side, he didn’t have full confidence in defeating the remnants of the New Continent Council.

Charlot instructed his forces to spread out and encircle the remaining enemies. Then, he shouted, “Have you decided how you want to die?”

Mocher stepped forward a short distance and replied calmly, “Can we negotiate?”

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