At that moment, a large crowd was kneeling on the beach behind Leon Silva.

They were all wearing outfits from medieval times, ancient yet extravagant.

In this era, it would seem bizarre and mysterious to have a scene as such.

After a long while, at the wave of his hand, one of Leon’s men had handed him an ancient hunting bow.

He bent and shot with his bow, but it was not an arrow that flew out but a fishing spear.

Along with what seemed like the sound of thunder, a pool of blood came out of