Swish, swish, swish...

The eastern coast of the Black Sea, in the waters of the Ilya Kingdom.

On a once unknown but now gradually lively hidden island.

Over the better part of a year, a somewhat rudimentary dock, several watchtowers, and a small cluster of wooden buildings have been erected here.

In the night, one can vaguely see several black sail pirate ships of differing designs and a smuggling ship docked at the pier.

This pirate haven, newly named "Pearl Island," is one of the strongholds where the Tier 3 female pirate "Jade Light," causing some unrest in the Ilya Kingdom, is active on the eastern coast of the Black Sea.

As a rare legitimate Great Knight among pirates, Anita naturally has no shortage of followers thanks to her innate aura.

During her time on the eastern coast of the Black Sea, pirates and smugglers have flocked to her, and even some coastal kingdom great nobles have covertly extended olive branches once her reputation soared.

So far, Anita has two other temporary bases like "Pearl Island," and under her command, after screening and testing, the pirate ships adhering to the "righteous thief" ideology have increased to six.

Although most are simple single-masted sloops, far inferior to the Navy's Level 6 Battleships, when they set out together, they create quite a spectacle.

Because the Pirate King "Octopus Ghost" Hawkins has been absent for a long time, they seem to be faintly filling the power vacuum on the eastern coast of the Black Sea.

At this moment, deep into the night.

Several patrols, carrying lanterns, diligently monitor the beach around the island.

Inside the wooden compound, most people have drifted into a deep sleep.

The most exquisite house belongs to the island's highest-ranking captain, Great Knight "Jade Light," and Chief Navigator Jasmine, with strict orders for others to stay away.

In the bedroom decorated very simply, with swords on the walls, a stark contrast to other females,

The female knight in a silver silk nightgown breathes evenly, apparently sleeping soundly.

Suddenly.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

A faint but distinct knocking resounds in the quiet room.

"Hmm?"

Floating out of her dreams, Anita slowly opens her beautiful gold and green eyes, seemingly not finding it odd for someone to knock at this hour.

Sitting up in bed, she lazily stretches, brushing aside an emerald wisp of hair by her cheek, and gently speaks:

"Come in."

Swoosh—

An invisible barrier seems to quietly dissipate with her consent.

Click!

The doorknob gently turns, followed by the emergence of a male boot stepping into the room from the swirling bubbles outside, as if connected to the deep sea's dark depths, followed by another boot.

Step... Step...

In the night, the mysterious visitor finally reveals himself.

Clad in a deep blue general's uniform, a cape over his shoulders, a command saber at his waist, and military boots on his feet, emanating a hint of fierce energy, stands a young officer, more precisely a young-to-a-fault Rear Admiral.

In the dim room, he seems to emit a faint white glow.

Within two steps, he's beside Anita's bed, where the young general kneels on one knee and gently takes Anita's slender yet strong hand, showing a broad grin as if showcasing an achievement:

"Sister!"

The female knight stares in disbelief at her young brother, now a distinguished general standing right before her, her eyes instantly misting over with joy as she exclaims:

"Aiven!"

Swoosh—

As she speaks his name, the scene before her abruptly changes.

Aiven's figure disperses into tiny light particles until they vanish, and the whole bedroom shatters as if it's made of glass, just as Anita is about to plunge into the darkness...

Whoosh!

She suddenly sits back up in bed.

The deep night returns, the bedroom door shut tight, cloaked in dimness, showing no signs of anyone else being present.

Anita's brows lift slightly in wonder, murmuring to herself:

"Could such a real scene really just have been a dream? It felt as if Aiven truly was here?

Also, he was wearing a general's uniform. I've dreamed of him becoming a general, but this dream was just too strange."

At this time.

Anita suddenly turns to look out the window, spotting an extraordinarily majestic white seagull with a two-meter wingspan clutching a small beast hide pouch in its claws, perched at her window without her noticing.

Though previous messages were delivered by regular seagulls, Anita immediately recognizes this as her brother Aiven's new messenger, altogether different from wild birds in demeanor.

Yet there's an uncertain feeling; under the moonlight, its body faintly resembles the white radiance from Aiven in her dream.

Throwing off her covers, Anita leaps out of bed barefoot to open the window for the seagull to come inside.

Flap-flap-flap—

Offering it a piece of bread as a reward for its arduous journey across the Black Sea, she takes the beast hide pouch from its claws.

"This is a fleet-commissioned... privateer license?!"

On this privateer license bearing the Phaletis Royal Family's seal, the name "Golden Horn Deer" is already inscribed, though the fleet post as deputy commander has a blank space.

Once she writes her name, this document will instantaneously activate, legitimizing her status and placing her as the second-in-command under the fleet commander of a legitimate privateer fleet!

She then opened the accompanying letter and understood everything that had happened to Aiven during this time. Holding the letter against her chest, her face was nearly overflowing with a radiant smile:

"The dream is real, that brat really knows what he's doing!"

She never thought about rejecting Aiven's goodwill.

Anita took out a quill pen and signed her name on the license with a flourish.

"However, since Aiven has already started expanding the pirate business, I can't easily give up the assets I've accumulated on the East Coast.

Just wait for me a few more months, by the time I return to the Golden Sea, I should be able to bring you a mysterious gift, hahaha..."

....

Meanwhile, in Hatrafa Port, now entirely Aiven's possession in the New Continent, the time had only just reached evening.

The sun was setting in the west.

"Huff...huff..."

In Aiven's room, Milan lay sprawled on the floor covered with candles, essential oils, and crystal tools, panting with his tongue out and completely exhausted.

"Huff... Even if we combine our powers, using the inherent mysterious connection between blood relatives, and the nearby spirit realm messenger as an anchor.

Breaking into the dream realm of a Great Knight is still very challenging, any slight emotional fluctuation from the other side will expel the power from the spirit realm.

If there's any ill-will, it could directly cause mental harm to you.

Don't call me next time, I'm never playing this game again."

On the other side, someone also sitting on the ground, equally weary, waved his hand:

"Hey, hopefully, there won't be a next time."

To be honest.

Exerting great effort to project his full image in his sister's dream realm had no substantial significance.

There's a saying, "If a person achieves wealth, without flaunting it to his hometown, it's like wearing brocade clothes at night, who would know?"

If Aiven didn't show off a bit in front of his extraordinarily outstanding sister Anita, he felt he wouldn't be at peace!

However.

Although he sent Anita a privateer license for his fleet, he didn't require her to immediately return to assist him.

Because Aiven planned to transition through the initial startup phase, where all things are in need of urgent attention, before handing over a fully established privateer fleet, imbued with combat power, to Anita.

Even... to become her strong capital in the future for competing for the position of Pirate King!

After resting for a while, Aiven finally caught his breath.

Seeing Milan still lying on the floor like a corpse, he suddenly thought of something and asked:

"By the way, Milan! I still haven't gotten a clear answer; what was the deal with that indigenous girl the other day?

On the way back, you were always dodging the question, she can't really be your girlfriend, can she?"

Milan's body stiffened slightly, seeing he really couldn't avoid it, he chuckled awkwardly and stammered:

"Hehe, no... nothing of the sort.

Miss Apsuya is actually a princess of the Hurons near our colony, she came to the East Lenz Colony looking for the Governor.

As a friendly ally to the Kingdom, running into her in Raleigh City, I just helped show her the way."

Seeing his demeanor, Aiven who was already clear pretended to breathe a sigh of relief:

"Oh, that's for the best.

The 'Regeneration Potion' I have, or even the 'Lizard Potion' that can regenerate limbs, should be saved then."

"Ah? Potion?"

At this point, Milan finally got up from the floor, confused about the connection between his relationship with the girl and Aiven's potion.

"I was worried that if you really bring back an indigenous girl, Vice Admiral Snite might break your legs, so I was just preparing in advance.

A princess of the Hurons, she's unlikely to have anything romantic with you that's not aimed towards marriage, right?"

"I...I don't think so, right?"

No longer hiding it, Milan wiped the sweat off his head, knowing his father better than Aiven, he really had no confidence in this regard.

Just at this moment.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

"Sir, Mr. Nekado has brought the guests, are you available to see them now?"

There was a soldier softly reporting the arrival of guests outside the door.

Aiven tidied his clothes and called out to the absent-minded Milan:

"Let's go!"

"Go? Where to?"

Aiven turned back, showing a mysterious smile:

"We'll talk about your little princess later.

To make our pirate gang famous and attract heroes from all around to join us.

Next, we need to do something bold!"

He pushed the door open and walked out first.

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