They say that when you speak of a tiger, it will come.

After I had taken a small revenge on the Kingdom of Lyon, I did start thinking about the New World. But I never imagined that I would hear from him this quickly.

“We’ve received an urgent message from Erikson, who was focused on developing sea routes in Soros, Maasai Confederation.”

“Please don’t tell me the ships sank while developing the sea routes?”

It’s the kind of insane exploration that madmen engage in, similar to the Portuguese kingdom’s insane venture to find India.

The Europeans spent nearly a century doing this, just barely reaching India in the end. But in the process, thousands, no, tens of thousands of people must have either been devoured by Krakens or captured by savages and roasted on skewers.

The Age of Exploration project I’m leading is still a bit safer, but it’s still a crazy venture as dangerous as fighting a lion with nothing but a spear.

It wouldn’t be strange for a ship or two to sink.

If I’m to put it kindly, it’s a noble sacrifice for the progress of the age. If I’m to put it negatively, it’s a bunch of money-driven fools risking their lives for profit.

“Erikson said that this letter must be delivered directly to you, and that you should not open it before receiving it. Though he’s a peculiar guy, eating cucumbers in sandwiches and sticking sardines in pies, I’m sure he wouldn’t joke with something like this... it must be one of two things.”

Either it’s incredible news, or it’s the kind of news that will break my heart.@@novelbin@@

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