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Chapter 391: Governor of Elizarles Shores

"Martha, did Finn mention his reason for visiting?" Elizabeth asked as she exited the bathroom as water dripped off her towering form.

A pink hue instantly stained Martha\'s cheeks, and she hurriedly averted her eyes to look toward the floor. "N-no. He didn\'t specify, Governor."

"Strange. Hasn\'t everything been running smoothly on the island recently? What other matters could there be?" Elizabeth mused aloud.

With a graceful motion, Elizabeth opened up her palms and summoned a gentle breeze that rapidly circulated around her. The water droplets clinging to her porcelain skin swiftly diminished and vanished into the air.

"Finn always comments on my lack of finesse in magic mastery," Elizabeth quipped with a light chuckle. "But who said magic should only be used for combat? It\'s a marvelous convenience in daily life to be able to dry instantly after a bath."

"Governor, Mr. Finn emphasized that it was an urgent matter and he had to see you as soon as possible."

"I get it, I get it. How annoying. And here I was, looking forward to spending some time with my little ones first," Elizabeth sighed, resigned to the fact that she had to deal with Finn Gunther before anything else.

Settling into the plush comfort of her sofa, clad in nothing but a loosely draped robe, Elizabeth asked, "What\'s the matter?"

Her expression was the picture of nonchalance as her attendant, clad in a short skirt, attended to her hair and nails. Finn\'s dissatisfied gaze seemed not to perturb her in the slightest.

"I understand that you\'ve taken in a few more wives recently?"

"It wasn\'t a deliberate choice. But my heart aches when I see them and their families barely scraping by, not being able to afford even black rye bread to fill their stomachs."

"That brings the count to thirteen. Please exercise some restraint," Finn suggested with a hint of displeasure in his voice.

A trace of annoyance surfaced on Elizabeth\'s visage. "They are staying on their own free will. I\'m not going to stop them if they want to leave. Is this all that you came for today?"

Finn merely sighed before he gestured a dismissive wave.

The maid attendant next to Elizabeth and the guards at the door swiftly withdrew, leaving only Finn and Elizabeth in the room. However, Finn seemed unassured. With a mere flick of his staff, he conjured a protective, violet barrier around them.

"I\'ve received news that the Governor of Hope Island has completed his expedition and will be returning soon," Finn began.

Elizabeth\'s eyes lit up at the mention of Charles\' return. "Charles is finally making his way back? How did the voyage go? Has he suffered any new injuries? I heard that he has injured his eyes."

Ignoring Elizabeth\'s questions, Finn Gunther placed a potion vial on the table next to Elizabeth. "This is for you. I\'d like to implore you to make a trip to Hope Island.

"The potion is concocted from Stone Nettle and Abyss Sea Urchin. Consumption during one\'s ovulation phase can significantly enhance fertility."

Elizabeth\'s eyes reflected her confusion while Finn\'s hold on his staff grew firmer. "Governor, this is to secure the future of Elizarles Shores. We need to groom an heir."

"So, you are proposing that I conceive Charles\' offspring? I don\'t think I\'m at an age where I need to be concerned with heirs. There\'s really no rush."

"It\'s not just about succession. It\'s also to cement our ties with Hope Island. Charles was able to get the Pope to join him on his recent expedition; that means Hope Island\'s alliance with the Divine Light Order runs even deeper now.

"If you conceive his child, then the entire Northern Seas, no, perhaps the entire seascape, would never ever dare to mess with us."

Elizabeth countered with a calm yet decisive tone, "That won\'t be necessary. I don\'t need a child soon. Besides, we are already allied with Hope Island, and our bond has already been fortified."

Clutching his staff tighter, Finn retorted, "That\'s not the same! Our alliance is reliant on your love for each other. And that

is the least concrete of all methods in my eyes!"

With that, Finn leaned closer and whispered into Elizabeth\'s ear, "At the moment, Charles has no successor. Despite being a Governor, he still goes on dangerous exploration voyages. If you were to bear his child, and should any misfortune befall him, the ownership of Hope Island would"

Finn trailed off, but the implied message was unmistakable.

Elizabeth\'s gaze chilled instantly, and her voice was laced with frost as she questioned, "This island was his gift to me. How could you insinuate me to betray him?"

Finn\'s agitation was evident as he emphatically struck his staff on the ground. "Betrayal? It\'s the opposite! Providing him with an heir is a win-win situation for both him and us! It\'s hardly a betrayal."

Elizabeth went silent; her gaze landed on the effervescent potion on the table, her thoughts a whirlwind of conflict and contemplation.

Abruptly, Elizabeth stood up and said, "I haven\'t seen Charles for the longest time now. I kind of miss him."

Then, Elizabeth walked out of the reception room; the potion had also vanished from the table.

***

Listening to the waves crashing against the Narwhale\'s hull in a rhythmic pattern, Charles jotted down his recent endeavors in his journal.

Two days ago, we finally arrived in safe waters with navigational markers. We also encountered an exploration vessel by chance. We are getting closer to Hope Island now.

I thought I would be more thrilled about finding the exit to the surface. However, I wasn\'t as thrilled as I thought I would be.

Without realizing it, my goals have shifted. This seascape has taken away too many things from me.

But yet, at the same time, it has given me so much, too. The memories of the surface and my longings in this seascape have reached an equilibrium. It has been twelve years

Twelve years Surely it\'s enough time to mend my family\'s heartache about my absence? They must have found their peace by now, haven\'t they?

No matter what, now that it has come to this, I can only continue forward.

"Mr. Charles!" A sudden, familiar call jolted Charles from his writing. He looked up to see Lily dressed in a beige dress. Her hands were clasped behind her as she flashed a radiant smile at him.

"Mr. Charles, did you miss me? I miss you so much!"

"Lily!" Charles called out as he lunged forward, his arms extended wide in an attempt to pull Lily into an embrace.

Clank!

Charles\' eyes shot open as he stared into the dark solitude of his room. It took him some time to compose himself.

Lifting off the covers, he rose up and seized his sketchbook and pen. The image of Lily from his dream rapidly took from under his hurried strokes.

However, he intentionally left out the details of her eyes. He wasn\'t ready to see Lily\'s glimmering eyes once again.

Snap!

The pen in his hand broke under the pressure of his inner turmoil.

Frustrated, Charles threw the broken parts on the floor and reached for the lowest drawer. However, it was empty; he had long finished the last of his alcohol.

Charles slammed the drawer shut and flung the cabin door open, stepping out of the quarters.

Meanwhile, squeaks suddenly filled the room behind Charles as brown mice scurried and gathered around the painting, their tiny eyes fixated on the young girl in the sketchbook.