Theofico Wimbledon walked into the arched circular room at the top of the Azurewater Port lord's tower.

Unlike common castles, this tower-like building was taller and narrower. Besides handling government affairs and sightseeing, it probably couldn't even convene ministers for a council meeting.

The furnishings in the room had not been moved at all, as if the owner had just left and would return soon. Directly opposite the entrance was a reddish-brown square table, with books neatly arranged on it. In the very center were several unfinished manuscripts, and a quill pen was inserted in the ink bottle, ready to be picked up and continue writing.

He walked step by step to the table and sat down on the large chair. The chair surface was covered with a cool mat woven from bamboo strips, perfect for relieving the summer heat. Next to the chair was a large bucket of water, obviously used to hold ice and cool down, but the weather was a bit gloomy today, and the dark clouds on the sea were very low, so the room did not feel stuffy.

Theofico leaned over and gently sniffed the table, and a faint fragrance entered his nostrils—this was Garcia's favorite blue periwinkle scent, produced in Coldwind Ridge. Compared to roses and rosemary, it contained a unique coolness, as if melting the ice and snow of the Northern Lands into it.

Only by using an item for a long time can it be imbued with one's own scent. Undoubtedly, his sister usually sat in this chair like him, her hands resting on the table, either listening to reports from her subordinates or drafting government orders.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but laugh.

"Haha… ha… haha… hahahaha——————————" In the end, Theofico leaned back in his chair, raised his head, and burst out laughing.

He had finally won!

Garcia had abandoned Azurewater Port, abandoned the Southern Territory, and also abandoned the Graycastle throne.

Since he had learned that the Black Sail Fleet was constantly heading north along the coastline, he immediately gathered his subordinates, drove more than five thousand slaves, rats, and criminals straight to the Southern Territory, and launched an attack on Garcia's lair, Azurewater Port. The only resistance came from the Sandpeople at the southernmost tip. He didn't know what promises these people had received, but they rushed forward as if they didn't value their lives. And the troublesome thing was that they also had Frenzy Pills.

The battle lasted for nearly half a month. Theofico used his numerical advantage to repeatedly disintegrate the opponent's counterattacks and continuously erode the Sandpeople's defenses. Nearly three thousand people died in the war of attrition. If it weren't for the influence of the pills, this rabble would probably not dare to step onto the battlefield at all, let alone fight the savage and fierce Sandpeople head-on.

And the result of the battle was that he crossed layers of corpses and ascended the lord's tower of Azurewater Port.

The Azurewater Queen had become history, and the Southern Territory of Graycastle had finally returned to his control.

"Your Majesty?" Perhaps hearing his hearty laughter, the knight guarding the door pushed it open and entered.

"It's fine," Theofico stood up and tilted his head, signaling him to follow him, and then stepped onto the terrace from the side door of the circular room.

The salty sea breeze swept over his face, and his robes rustled in the wind. The dark clouds in the distance were getting thicker and thicker, and it seemed that a heavy rain was approaching.

What a pity, he thought, he had planned to witness his third sister's port, docks, and lord's tower turn to ashes in the flames, but it seemed impossible. In the past six months, he had been leading troops to fight abroad and had hardly stayed in the royal capital for a month. All government affairs had been entrusted to the First Prime Minister—although Duke Weick looked very loyal, loyalty could not always reject the temptation of profit. Goron Wimbledon was the best example. He had to return to the royal capital as soon as possible to stabilize the turbulent political situation, and the rain in the south would last for several days. He couldn't wait until then.

"I will set off to return to the royal capital early tomorrow morning," Theofico said, "Except for the personal guard and the Royal Capital Knights, all other knights and mercenaries will be under your command. Sir Aed Hos, keep a close watch on the Southern Territory for me, and don't let the Sandpeople step into Graycastle again."

"You… you want me to stay here?" The young knight from the northern Hos family was stunned, "But I still want to continue fighting for you, Your Majesty. I—"

"Guarding the border is also fighting for me, sir," Theofico interrupted, "Listen well, there are still many things to do here, so I have to leave a loyal and capable person to handle the aftermath."

"But…" Aed seemed a little hesitant.

"I know what you're worried about," the new king said with a smile, patting him on the shoulder, "Don't worry, you won't be stationed here forever. When the Azurewater Port matter is over, I will immediately transfer you back to the royal capital. Graycastle is still not unified, and before recovering the Western Territory, I need more knights to charge into battle for me. How could I forget you here?"

He raised his head, his eyes shining, and then knelt on one knee and shouted, "Yes, Your Majesty!"

"Get up," Theofico nodded in satisfaction, "There are three main things you need to do next. The first is to send all the remaining residents of Azurewater Port to the royal capital."

"Aren't you going to hang these traitors?" the knight asked in surprise.

"No, they can't be considered true traitors. If they had really sided with Garcia, they would have left with the Black Sail Fleet long ago. If I kill these people, I would only be playing into her hands." However, his third sister's influence was indeed beyond his expectations. Of the port with more than 10,000 people, plus the slaves plundered from Eagle City, only more than 400 people were unwilling to leave in the end. If it weren't for the Sandpeople's desperate resistance, this port would be no different from a ghost town.

"Your Majesty is merciful."

"The second thing is to burn down all the docks, shipyards, and the lord's tower. I want everyone in the Southern Territory to see that Garcia's lair no longer exists. Even if she wanders back, she can only get a ruin."

"Yes," the knight replied.

"The last thing is to collect refugees for me," Theofico said calmly, looking at the horizon, "Any homeless people, rats, bandits, even Sandpeople are acceptable. From the Battle of Eagle City to today, the disputes in the Southern Territory have never stopped. There should be a large number of refugees in the surrounding villages and towns. The means of collection don't matter. Before the war to suppress the Western Territory begins, you must provide me with at least a team of five thousand people."

Garcia's escape proved the correctness of his strategy, which was to use the population of most of Graycastle's territory to consume the rebels' strength—usually, a team of about a hundred knights led thousands of civilians to launch an attack. The knights did not participate in the battle, only responsible for distributing pills and commanding the battle. In the face of absolute numerical superiority, as long as they continued to consume, the enemy would definitely not be able to hold on. Garcia's retreat was instead a decisive move. If she had defended Azurewater Port to the death, she would have inevitably been swallowed up by the crazed civilians who had taken the pills, bit by bit.

Now his only enemy is Roland Wimbledon of the Western Territory.