Chapter 1015: The Grim Situation (Part Two)
It was heard that the unrivaled young lord of the Western Region of Azeroth, Lionel Messi, even admired this silent commander in the navy.
“I already know what happened. Montoya, you are too careless! Although Zenit is only a level 1 empire, don’t forget that their emperor is Yassin, a demi-god!”
Although Pedro’s tone wasn’t harsh, his serious aura made Montoya and others shiver.
“Yes, I know where I was wrong, Senior Brother,” Montoya said in regret.
Both Pedro and Montoya graduated from La Masia Royal Military Academy, and Pedro graduated several years earlier. Therefore, it was within reason for Montoya to call Pedro ‘Senior Brother’.
However, Pedro frowned, and his thin and long eyebrows twisted together. “Shut up! There is no senior brother on the battlefield.”
Montoya blushed and murmured, “Yes, Mr. Pedro. I know where I was wrong.”
“You were careless and fell into the Zenitians’ trap. The herald fleet suffered great losses, and that can’t be overlooked. From now on, you are stripped of your position as the commander of the herald fleet, and you can reflect on your mistakes on a supply ship at the back!” Pedro said decisively.
“Sir, I…”
Montoya got anxious, and he wanted to say something. However, one of his henchmen grabbed him and signaled him not to speak. Then, they stood up, bowed, and backed away.
After leaving the deck, Montoya asked that henchman in displeasure, “Dylan, why did you stop me? Without the control of the fleet, how can I redeem myself? Alves that old dog is going to ride over us and do whatever he wants!”
“Sir, Mr. Pedro is your senior brother, and he is doing this to protect you,” Henchman Dylan said with conviction, “You fell into the trap set up by Zenitians, and the fleet lost more than 800 battleships. Once this news gets back to the Royal Family, you will for sure be punished, and you might even be jailed. Then, Alves that b*stard is definitely going to throw more dirt onto you. However, as the Legion Commander of [Sea God’s Spear], Mr. Pedro already punished you, so the Royal Family can’t say much to that and will probably follow Mr. Pedro’s decision. Therefore, you don’t need to worry about further punishments.”
“That is true.” Montoya suddenly understood it but quickly frowned again. “However, now that I’m pretty much in confinement, how can I redeem myself?”
“Hehe, Sir, don’t worry. Mr. Pedro didn’t say how long he is keeping you on the supply ship. After all, he is your senior brother, and he also has the Catalonia royal bloodline. He is probably just punishing you to show others. When the time is right, you will regain control of the fleet, and you will have many opportunities to redeem yourself!”
-Further away on the flagship of the herald fleet-
“Although you are talented, you still need more practice. Montoya, quickly mature! Barcelona still belongs to the Catalonia royal bloodline; we can’t let those outsiders have control over our military. Don’t disappoint Mr. Puyol!”
Seeing Montoya and his men disappearing into the distance, Pedro turned around and looked at the fleet of Byzantine that still didn’t retreat. Aside from being slightly surprised, he ordered the remaining 200-or-so battleships to turn around and attack without resting!
“Emperor Yassin, you must be the one who placed these fist spiritual spatial seals in place. Are you hiding among the fleet of Byzantine? That is perfect! Let me see how magnificent this legendary emperor in the Northern Region of Azeroth really is!”
