Chapter 31
Isilia’s coast possessed a naturally blessed location that other nations envied.
Abundant marine resources and a beautiful sea.
By utilizing its position, it was able to rise as a hub of trade.
Furthermore, by treating talented individuals with respect, it attracted elites who excelled in various fields such as magic, swordsmanship, diplomacy, medicine, and astrology.
Allowing them to exert their full potential had led to an educational renaissance, to the point that it was recently called the center for international studies.
And today was the day to see exactly why Isilia was also called the heart of diplomacy.
Toooooot.
Along with the sound of a whistle, giant ships surged through the fog.
Admiral Cleaves, who commanded the fleet defending various parts of Isilia, let out his impressions with an exasperated expression.
“They’re swarming in like a plague of locusts again this year.”
“Ad-Admiral. That’s a dangerous thing to say.”
His aide was sweating profusely, anxious that someone might overhear.
This was because the ships arriving were all carrying nobles and high-ranking officials from various countries.
If someone were to eavesdrop on Admiral Cleaves’s remark, it could easily spiral into a diplomatic incident.
“I suppose I’ve misspoken.”
Cleaves said this with an expression that showed absolutely no sign of regret.
“Were there any suspicious ones?”
“We verified everyone’s affiliation during boarding. There were no major issues, but three parties contacted us saying they would arrive on their own ships.”
