Chapter 327: The Surge Of The Dormant Prowess
An air of alarm permeated the castle as the king’s aide burst into the throne hall, his hand tightly clutching a small note that had just arrived.
He hurriedly made his way towards the king and bowed deeply in a show of respect before him, but his expression was grave, revealing the imperative situation.
"Your Majesty, there is an urgent message from our surveillance team," the aide informed, his voice laced with concern. "Several fleets of the Cassian army have been sighted, making their way towards Agathe Islands!"
"What?"
King Ronan’s booming voice echoed through the hall. He swiftly descended from his throne on the dais, approaching the aide hastily.
The aide extended the small note to the king, who grabbed it without hesitation. His eyes scanned the written lines, absorbing the information.
"D*mn it!" King Ronan cursed, his features darkening. He fixed his piercing gaze on the aide and asked, "When did you receive this information? When did they know?"
"The note has just arrived, and according to its contents, the surveillance boat is currently in the waters of Galicia, nearing the Agathe Islands," the aide explained. "Since it was delivered by a messenger pigeon, I estimate the travel time to be two to three days."
"The same message has been sent to Barges as it stated here," King Ronan muttered, his voice filled with concern. "It will take at least another day or two for it to reach Dago, their capital."
Turning his attention back to his aide, the king inquired, "Any news from Lord Morro and his men?"
The aide shook his head in response, indicating a lack of news.