The First Magic World War

Druessina followed suit and killed one of the Black Phoenix People, but she only changed her coat and didn't change everything from inside out like Gareth did. She also didn't know the Beast God Transformation Technique, and could only smear sea mud on her face.

Gareth had already concealed his presence, vanished without a trace. Druessina found an empty cabin and carefully took out a crystal bottle. She gazed at the surging seawater inside the bottle, and at the elegantly shaped, swan-like boat, and revealed a confident smile.

Suddenly, she sensed someone pushing open the cabin door. She quickly put away the crystal bottle and drew her Blood Demon, only to see a young couple embracing and turning into the room. Druessina cursed her bad luck sotto voce, her body sprung into action, and she chopped at the necks of the couple with both hands. The young man and woman collapsed to the ground without a peep. Facing an ambush from Druessina, a Sacred level adept like this, the young couple had no strength to resist; they didn't even see who attacked them.

After taking care of the two, Druessina glanced at the young lady's clothes, compared them to the one she had randomly snatched, and the naturally clean princess from the Sherlock Dynasty didn't hesitate for a moment. She stripped the young lady bare and changed into her clothes. Then stepping out of the cabin and feeling the sea breeze on her skin, her mood lifted.

"Should I go back to Juno?"

"As long as I'm not within twenty kilometers of Juno, he can't control me. I have the Blood Demon in hand and a Swan Lake. If I head straight for the New Continent, I could certainly carve out a career for myself, perhaps even restore the glory of the Sherlock Dynasty."

Druessina knew that Charles was not actually heading for the New Continent but was going to the Agres Sea to search for Agmilas and would soon return to the Old Continent. Juno Arthur wouldn't go to the New Continent to look for her either – that's why she had blended in with Georgiadi Hadrian's fleet.

"Is Gareth also a Blood Servant, looking to break free from Charles?"

"Or perhaps, we could collaborate?"

"I am alone and vulnerable. If I could recruit such a high-level Blood Butcher, it would definitely be easier to establish a foothold in the New Continent."

Druessina made up her mind and quietly made a round on the ship. Although Gareth was well-hidden, he wasn't a Black Phoenix Person after all. As a Farsian, his speech and behavior would definitely reveal flaws, and he would be alone, not mingling with others.

The red-haired, beautiful princess soon found Gareth huddled at the stern of the ship. Gareth had changed his appearance again, clearly having mastered the Beast God Transformation Technique well.

Druessina raised her pretty eyebrows and said, "Maybe we could talk?"

Gareth didn't respond; he didn't even move. He just sat with his knees to his chest, his head buried in the crook of his legs, apparently brooding over something.

Druessina softly smiled and said, "Our situations are similar, turned into Blood Servants, manipulated by others. I don't want to live like this anymore. After all, a canary in a cage can never fly high. Besides, you're not a canary; you're a hitman. You must be as unwilling as I am."

"As long as we get more than two hundred kilometers away from our masters, they can't manipulate us."

"You know, and I know, that they'll only stay in the Agres Sea for a while, then they will return home, not going to the New Continent. This also means that as long as we hide on Georgiadi Hadrian's ships, once we reach the New Continent, the sky's the limit and the ocean's depths are ours to explore! From then on, we'll be free and unfettered by anyone."

"You are Sacred level, I'm also Sacred level. We can most definitely survive on the New Continent."

"Even raising a force wouldn't be difficult; there's plenty of land over there, and no nation has yet formed. With our combined strength, establishing a country is not necessarily impossible."

Charlotte saw Gareth remain indifferent and bit her lip, saying, "Even more, if I can become the Queen, you could be the Chancellor of the Empire, a duke with real power!"

Gareth slowly said, "I am already a noble with real power!"

Mosleyd is a duke, and not just any duke like Ferdinand or Joseph—those wastrels—but always truly a duke with real power, strong enough to even launch a coup.

As his brother, Gareth might not be able to inherit the dukedom, but he was still a viscount with real power! His lands were considerably prosperous, and he had his own Knighthood.

Charles did not conceal this fact and still allowed Gareth to inherit his title, wealth, land, and knighthood...

No, the knighthood was gone, having been incorporated into the Westwind Knights.

Gareth knew of his noble status, but he did not realize he should be Viscount Gareth Mosleyd; he thought he was Viscount Gareth Meklen!

Ah, Charles had even specifically asked Antonio to help change Gareth's surname, ensuring everything was watertight.

Charlotte Drusinia was immediately choked with rage because of this small detail. Juno had also mentioned it to her, even mocking Charles for being so cunning, for not even sparing Gareth this small advantage.

She didn't want to speak with Gareth anymore and stormed off, thinking bitterly, "I must find an opportunity to kill this man."

Charles was unaware that Drusinia and Gareth had both followed her. He occasionally regretted losing these two and had even apologized to Juno. Juno, on the other hand, didn't mind and advised him, "Blood Servants occasionally throw small tantrums; you shouldn't take it too seriously."

Charles's fleet had now corrected its course. According to Charles's calculations, they should be able to just make it to the Agres Sea before the deadline.

He did not pursue any further distractions; although along the way, he had encountered Georgiadi Hadrian's fleet several times, he directly passed them by without incident. Georgiadi Hadrian brought fifteen Magical Alchemy Warships to pursue him, but ordinary warships, merchant ships, private yachts, and transport ships all continued to sail their normal routes.

Though Georgiadi Hadrian tried hard to chase after him, firstly, both parties' speeds were not much different, and secondly, with Herolf, an old pirate like the Golden Goat leading the way, Georgiadi's men were clearly inferior compared to this one of the top ten pirates, so he was never able to catch up.

Two days before the deadline, Charles stood at the bow of the ship, gazing into the distance when his diary suddenly warmed slightly. He took it out, and after turning to Agmillar's Labyrinth's title page, there was just one sentence: Charles Meklen has arrived at the Agres Sea and is about to enter Agmillar's Labyrinth.

The Agres Sea was boundlessly vast with countless islands; Charles did not know where the real Agmillar's Labyrinth was.

However, he had his ways. Immersed in the Labyrinth Evil Magic for years, he had also mastered a bit of the Evil God's power from Agmillar.

When a flock of seabirds flew overhead, Charles stretched out his hand and pressed it; all the seabirds unwillingly fell. He infused a hint of Labyrinth Power into each seabird and then let them fly off again.