Setting sail from the Holy City's inland river, one can rge from the tributary into the Holy Phoenix Grand Canal.
The morning light reflects on the water surface, disturbed by the wake of the speedboat, shimring with sparkles.
And at the end of the Grand Canal lies the bustling ice-free port, the Holy Phoenix Port.
The port, usually bustling with boats coming and going, is crowded with people today, though not overly noisy, revealing solemnity amidst silence, and fervor amidst solemnity.
Today, the Saintess will lead the Church's fleet on an overseas expedition, reopening the route and retrieving the Kingdom's forr glory.
'It has turned into another exaggerated situation.'
Though sowhat expected, as the Hero surveyed the grand scenario around, he maintained composure outwardly, yet felt a touch of helplessness inside.
Flags fluttered, red carpets covered the ground, crew mbers lined up in formations, and the fleet of ships stood tall, occupying a large portion of the port.
The Saintess's will is the direction of the Church.
Although she herself did not plan to make a grand gesture, her every move will be transmitted throughout the massive Church structure, causing great waves.
'Ah, this is just the beginning.' Another inner voice sounded with delight, 'It's rely adding a few islands to the map, not asking them to reclaim the Empire; I'm quite considerate.'
After all, she held equal claim as the Northern Dragon Emperor, and legally speaking, establishing herself as Emperor was also feasible.
Though if that happens, the Empire would split into North and South…
Ignoring another self's nonsense, the Hero refocused his attention ahead.
"Mama, smooth journey."
The Little Sli held her hand, walked to the gangway of the fleet's flagship, and obediently bid farewell to her mother, looking upwards.
[Flagship (Navigation Technology 65)]
1~3. Ironclad Ship
4~6. Three-masted Ship
7~9. Ocean Liner
10. Great Success/Great Failure
D10=1
♛: Ironclad Ship
"Thank you, take good care of ho."
The Hero squatted slightly, gently hugged her, and gave her a kiss on the forehead.
It's typical for children to feel unwilling to part with their parents, causing a fuss, but the Little Sli appeared calm.
Besides inheriting the serene nature of the Sli King, she was also the Hero's Familiar—no matter how far apart, the bond from the pact enabled her to clearly sense "Mama's" presence.
After the Hero released the embrace, the Little Sli's serene gaze shifted towards the slender, upright glasses man beside her.
The clerical robe he wore while managing the Saintess's chapel had already been replaced with a housekeeper's attire; revitalized from being able to accompany the Queen after a long ti.
"Uncle Gleaming Scales, Mama is entrusted to you." After a brief pause, the little girl entreated, "Don't let her eat too many strange things."
After the Hero awoke and had her first al, aside from admiring her mother's appetite, she learned that the Hero is actually quite picky with food.
Not being able to eat spicy is one thing, but even soft and fluffy bread is tireso to her.
"You little rascal…" The Hero, amused and slightly exasperated, reached out to ss up her hair.
"Ha, I'll keep an eye on it, Princess." Gleaming Scale Serpent chuckled, nodding agreeably.
Although as Magic Creatures or Familiars, he surpassed Little Sli, but since Her Majesty was willing to consider her as kin, he was naturally pleased to adopt the corresponding attitude.
Moreover, in a sense, he was also the facilitator of Little Sli's birth…
"How will you return after reaching there?" Beside, after bidding farewell to the Hero, the Noble Lady curiously observed Gleaming Scale Serpent.
Initially, the Offshore Nun planned to only return with essential supplies and personnel, so one ship would suffice.
But after the Hero expressed the desire to accompany, the fleet's scale quickly expanded.
Following the Fourteenth Princess's request, the King even allocated the newest magic-guided ironclad ship.
For years, the Kingdom's shipbuilding technology had been stagnant, but since the Hero was crowned Saintess, repelling the Nether Sea Dream, the old Pope and the old King discussed through correspondence multiple tis, subtly changing the direction in areas the Hero hadn't paid attention to.
This ironclad ship, constructed by a team led by the Border Count, sparing no expense, was the Kingdom's first, and today it debuted and sailed.
Operable by ordinary Professionals, it can repel most high-level Magic Creatures, ensuring the route's safety unless encountering a Demon King Species leading an Arcane Surge.
For ocean voyages, this undoubtedly represents revolutionary progress.
After reaching the isolated island, the fleet won't return, but remain as pioneers stationed there, with more ships gradually setting sail and using the isolated island as a base to explore wider oceans.
This warship will beco an escort ship for this route.
So the Noble Lady was puzzled by Gleaming Scale Serpent's attendance.
She naturally knew the Hero could use Returning Star to return alone, but it couldn't bring people.
"Did you forget? As an Elental Spirit, I can also respond to the Queen's call." Fully integrated into human social life, Gleaming Scale Serpent pushed up his glasses, enabling the Noble Lady to realize.
After concluding farewells with friends, accompanied by Gleaming Scale Serpent, the Hero walked the red-carpeted gangway, boarding the flagship.
Her attire was different from usual, more suited for shipboard activity, symbolizing her role as the captain.
On her feet were knee-high white boots with low heels, while equally white, snug shorts fitted below; between the shorts and boots was a realm of lustrous, radiant white thighs, one of which was engraved with a moonlit ankle band, slightly embedded in her skin.
The belt slung diagonally across her waist carried simple finger claws paired with the evil-breaking broken sword.
Her upper body adorned with a tasseled short-sleeve uniform, an emblem woven with hearts and stars hanging at the chest, with gemstones on epaulets gleaming in the sunlight.
With a blue short cape edged in gold, alongside ink-colored hair fluttering in the ocean breeze.
Stopping at the end of the gangway, the Hero turned to wave at the crowd below.
Amidst flashes from countless caras, spirited cheers responded to her.
So fervently chanted the Saintess, so waved enthusiastically, while more simply gazed upwards—not wanting to miss any scene, etching the maiden's posture in their minds.
Staying on the deck for a while, greeting Offshore Nun and other sailors, she then pushed open the door into her captain's cabin.
Nominatively the captain of the fleet, the genuine helm was still held by the seasoned Offshore Nun.
If it was the Ancestor, he might be interested in commanding the fleet, but since she was an amateur, it's better to leave matters to professionals.
Also, it was truly the Offshore Nun who decided to open the route; she was rely a passenger willing to offer so assistance.
She sat at the desk, passing ti with books from the bookshelf.
Accompanied by the sonorous ship's horn, the entire ironclad ship gently shook.
She stood up, opening a porthole, letting the sea breeze carrying salty and tallic scents rush in, blowing her hair, flipping book pages, and causing her to squint in contentnt.
The fleet has set sail.
[Luck eting criteria, proceed with 3 mini-ga determinations, then arrive at isolated island]
1.5. Fishing
2.6. Diving
3.7. Performing
4.8. ssage in a Bottle
9. Seeking Ghost Ship
10. Great Success/Great Failure
3D10=(6 4 9)
♛: Diving, ssage in a Bottle, Seeking Ghost Ship
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