Chapter 465: The Last Princess of the Ancient Sherlock Kingdom

Charlot returned to the Dolmabahçe, heading first to see Juno.

After hearing Charlot describe Drusineia’s behavior, Juno made no specific comment, merely saying he understood. However, his expression darkened.

Charlot then gathered all his subordinates and recounted their experiences on the island. Concealing information was foolish, so Charlot refrained from doing so. He wanted to ensure his loyal followers were not placed in unnecessary danger due to ignorance of the island’s circumstances.

Among the five Saint-rank individuals—Cresto, Aspuros, Herolf, Choudrou, and Viggo—some, like Cresto, had already sensed Georgia Hadrian’s presence, while others, such as Viggo, were completely unaware. When they heard how events had unfolded on the island, they were shocked, leading to lively discussions.

Cresto remarked, “We have Mr. Juno and the Dolmabahçe. Georgia Hadrian shouldn’t pose a threat to us. That said, it’s unnecessary to provoke them. After all, the Black Phoenix Dynasty is already destroyed. I propose we seek an opportunity to negotiate.”

Herolf snorted coldly and said, “I deviated from my course, and Georgia Hadrian still pursued us. It’s clear they want a life-and-death battle. Negotiation? I’m not optimistic!”

“Moreover, Georgia Hadrian might pull tricks during the negotiations—pretending to agree, only to launch a sudden attack.”

Charlot found Cresto’s reasoning sound but also thought Herolf’s concern was valid. Avoiding a decisive battle with the last fleet of the Black Phoenix Dynasty would indeed be ideal. However, given their history of deep-seated enmity and the destruction of Georgia Hadrian’s nation, Charlot doubted there was any real basis for peace.

During negotiations, Georgia Hadrian could indeed use schemes, such as capturing negotiators or orchestrating an ambush.

If Charlot were in Georgia Hadrian’s position, he might have resorted to the same tactics.

The arguments among the Saint-rank leaders grew heated, but the overall atmosphere remained cordial. None of them wanted to fight, yet none trusted Georgia Hadrian.

After deliberating, Charlot tapped on the table and said, “Arguing won’t lead to an answer. For now, let’s remain vigilant. We won’t make contact with Georgia Hadrian, nor will we explore Solomon Island.”

Charlot’s true goal—the Sea Serpent Queen Posugi’s Tooth—was already in Georgia Hadrian’s possession, rendering further exploration of Solomon Island unnecessary.

However, he was unwilling to give up entirely and decided to wait.

Cresto suddenly suggested, “Since we’re not exploring Solomon Island further, perhaps we should notify Georgia Hadrian and show goodwill by assuring them we won’t set foot on the island until they leave?”

Charlot nodded. “That’s acceptable.”

Although such superficial goodwill might amount to nothing—Georgia Hadrian could “turn the tables” and feign goodwill in return, only to strike suddenly—Charlot still instructed, “Send the message through my Labyrinth Guards, not ordinary people.”

Cresto initially considered sending his own trusted subordinates but, after hearing Charlot’s instructions, agreed despite feeling the caution was excessive.

Charlot adjourned the meeting and returned to his room.

Preferring solitude, Charlot always lived alone without attendants. After undressing, he reclined in his bathtub, gazing at the magical alchemical crystal glass view of the strait. Gradually, he closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth of the water.

After half an hour, Charlot began cleaning himself. Once finished, he stepped out of the bathtub, donned fresh clothes, and felt revitalized.

As he prepared for his routine training, a knock came at his door. Opening it, he found no one. His instincts sharpened, and he drew Blood Rose, striking toward a visual blind spot.

Though no shadow appeared, Charlot’s battle-honed instincts dictated that if there were an enemy, they would undoubtedly hide in a blind spot.

Just as he prepared to shout for help, a soft laugh broke the silence. A feminine voice spoke gently: “I am Doria.”

Recognizing the voice as belonging to one of Juno’s Blood Thralls—specifically the “night-oriented” one—Charlot relaxed slightly and restrained his thrusting blade. However, he remained wary, as Drusineia’s behavior had caused him to distrust Juno’s other Blood Thralls.

Doria floated down gracefully, having concealed herself overhead. Charlot realized his earlier strike had been misdirected.

Doria, a golden-haired maiden with a lively demeanor, exuded youthful charm. Her golden ponytail swayed playfully, making her appear mischievously cute.

Charlot, however, knew she was no mere young girl. He cautiously asked, “Miss Doria, what brings you here?”

Doria replied, “Master Juno asked me to relay a message.”

“Drusineia is the last princess of the ancient Sherlock Kingdom.”

“Master has also extended a Dreamscape across Solomon Island and preliminarily confirmed it as a secret base of the Sherlock Dynasty.”

“Drusineia is likely searching for remnants of her kingdom.”

Charlot, surprised, asked, “What could possibly be here?”

Doria smiled faintly. “The first twelve legendary warships were built by the Sherlock Dynasty. By the time the second generation of legendary warships emerged, only five remained, with two unaccounted for.”

“If not for the Saint Michael Kingdom finding the Queen Bee, it too would be considered lost.”

Charlot exclaimed, “Could there be two ancient magical warships hidden here?”

Doria shook her head. “I don’t know, and neither does Master Juno.”

Acknowledging this, Charlot watched as Doria departed without lingering further.

Just as Charlot was about to return to his room, a low voice called his name. Feeling uneasy, he turned and found Andreas.

“What are you shouting about?” Charlot snapped.

Andreas grinned. “I figured those Blue Sky Tribe people must be frustrated. They don’t have food. Should we check on them?”

Charlot guessed Andreas was more interested in the shapeshifting blue fairies than their plight. The Blue Giants, after transforming, had appearances tailored to Earthly aesthetics—templates Charlot himself had provided, even borrowing from popular online depictions of classic beauties. Still, Charlot had no interest.

“I need to rest,” he said. “I’ll release the Radiant Holy Kingdom ship for you. You can soothe the blue ladies yourself.”

Andreas muttered, “They aren’t blue once they turn human...”

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