When Prince Aiwass returned to Avalon this time, he did not hide his identity.
The elegantly designed, brilliantly glowing Elf Warship sparkled beneath the scorching sun from the moment it sailed into the Glass Island port, drawing the attention of onlookers. Its massive ruby armor made it look like a moving treasure.
Journalists who had received advance notice awaited its arrival, constantly photographing it.
Ordinary people, however, couldn't help but voice their admiration—they, of course, couldn't know how powerful this warship was, nor how effortlessly it had vanquished the scale of the Demon Sea.
—Just looking at its Elven style, its noble and magnificent artistic design, one could tell that a truly remarkable figure was onboard.
The Gryphon Legion had already assembled nearby.
