In her pure voice, soaked in the moist sunset, Delia continued, “If that happens, Grandfather will finally be at ease.”

In the sinking voice of Delia, Aaron recalled Delia standing on the outer cliff. Her blue eyes resembled a bird about to fly away into the blue sky.
To prevent Delia from flying away, Aaron whispered more deeply.

“It’s a good plan.”

“Is it? Do you think so too, Commander? Ultimately, it aligns with the goals of Stylates, right?”

“That’s true. We also want to open a stable sea route.”

“If the Empire and we join forces, Pheber won’t stand a chance.”

As Delia’s warmth transmitted to his chest, Aaron’s anxiety gradually subsided.

The fragrance resembling flowers filled Aaron’s lungs.

“But, Princess.”

“Yeah?”

“Satisfied with just Pheber?”

“What about it?”

“We should conquer the world.”

Waking up from contemplation at Aaron’s jest, Delia lightly burst into laughter.

Only then did she turn to face Aaron instead of looking at Iorenti’s sea.

“Yeah. Pheber is nothing. Alright. Let’s conquer our world. We can do it together.”

When Delia’s gaze turned towards him, Aaron’s eyes softened.

“Anything you want, Princess.”

Eyes containing the blue sea sparkled mischievously.

“In that case, from now on, I am the Supreme Commander of the Stylren Allied Forces. I’ll speak with the world under my feet.”

Delia declared boldly, leaving Aaron’s embrace.

She took light steps to run towards the sea.

However, soon she was captured by Aaron and pulled towards him.

“Why hold me? We need to conquer the world quickly.”

“Before that. The hat.”

Aaron put a commander’s hat made of beaver fur on Delia’s head.

A black hat made from beaver fur covered Delia’s head.

Due to the large hat covering her eyes, her blue eyes filled with fervor couldn’t be seen.

However, just by looking at the neatly rolled-up red lips under the hat, it was clear enough.

How delighted she was.

“A commander’s hat suits you. Consider yourself specially appointed as my subordinate.”

Delia reached out from under the cloak, pulled the hat back, and wore it tilted.

The long sleeves of the cloak fluttered in the sea breeze.

Amidst the rustling waves, Delia’s declaration echoed.

“Aaron Stylates Bergen is appointed as my aide!”

As Delia proudly lifted her chin, the hat, covering her eyes ambiguously, swayed.

The black commander’s hat went well with the honey-colored hair flying as it fluttered in the wind.

Aaron smiled faintly, bowing deeply to the new commander.

“It’s an honor, Commander. I will faithfully assist you.”

As soon as the greetings were over, Delia turned her body towards the sunset-drenched golden sea and ran energetically.

Even as she ran, she made sure the hat didn’t fly away.

The red feather attached to the hat swayed delicately with Delia’s strides.

“Aaron Stylates Bergen.”

The distant call of Delia reached Aaron’s ears.

With a brisk yet sweet response, Aaron answered, “Yes, Commander.”
“Isn’t that too slow? Can you conquer the world at such a slow pace?”

Aaron deliberately answered, following Delia with a more leisurely pace.

“I’ll hurry up.”

In the golden waves of the sunset, Aaron and Delia blended.

Far away, Colin and Dyke, who had been watching them, also had their faces bathed in the red sunset glow.

They mumbled while staring at Aaron and Delia with vacant expressions.

That crazy couple.

Even if they go crazy, they are solidly crazy.

Suddenly, the sun set, and the surroundings became dark.

The dusky darkness spread over the waves, making them even more mysteriously undulate.

Delia led Aaron to a ship anchored in the harbor.

The emblem of the Iorenti royal family was engraved on the ship.

“This is the ship of our royal family.”

The ones guarding the ship raised their hands in salute as Delia and Aaron boarded.

With Aaron’s hand as a support, Delia ascended gracefully onto the deck.

Twirling around once, she examined the ship.

“Aaron Stylates Bergen, should this be enough to conquer the world?”

Aaron responded nonchalantly.

“Yes, Commander. Just having you is sufficient.”

“Oh, baseless arrogance. Good. I’ve got a very reliable subordinate.”

Proudly responding, Delia walked along the deck.

The click-clack of Delia’s high heels and the thud-thud of Aaron’s military boots merged like a double bass, resonating together.

“Is the Commander showing off?”

As Aaron casually accepted it, Delia’s world-conquering play became even more enjoyable.

Delia suddenly rushed and leaned against the ship’s railing.

“Aide, enemies have appeared in the southwest. Change direction to starboard.”

From Delia’s outstretched hand towards the sea, the sea breeze flowed.

Although the sail was fully furled on the anchored ship, the flag bearing Iorenti’s symbol fluttered along with the wind.

“Left squadron, prepare the cannons.”

Delia, leaning outside the railing, looked at the ship’s port side.

With one hand firmly holding the commander’s hat on her head, she spoke.

The determination not to let the hat fall into the sea was clearly felt.

If she fell, grabbing the hat would be meaningless…

Observing Delia, who seemed like she might fall, Aaron licked his tongue, amused.

“Commander.”

“Why aren’t the cannons firing?”

Approaching the mumbling Delia, Aaron grabbed her thin waist with both hands, pulling her safely inside the deck while reporting the situation.

“It seems there might be a problem with the cannons.”

“Really? I should go down quickly and check.”

Muttering, Delia, who had freed herself from Aaron’s embrace, walked towards the stairs leading below the deck.

“Aaron, wait a moment. Let me check the situation and come back.”

“No, you should give orders to me, your subordinate.”
“While going down, I thought of raiding the storage for emergency rations. If we’re going to inflate them, we need to feed them well.”

“Even if we’re not ready to set sail, do we have anything to eat?”

“There might be dried fruits and jerky.”

And the strong liquor that sailors drink.

Delia smiled ominously as she devised a new plan.