Mistaken Match: Marrying the Enigmatic CEO; Chapter 1888

Mistaken Match: Marrying the Enigmatic CEO

If this dire situation continued without replenishing their dwindling food supply, the entire army faced certain doom.

“Land in sight!” The cry echoed across the deck.

“Land in sight!” The joyful announcement rippled through the ranks like a beacon of hope.

Amid this surge of optimism, a subordinate burst forth with a crucial update,

his voice tinged with urgency, “Commander, we’ve spotted land! Please give the order to dock and resupply our provisions!”

“Excellent!” Emmanuel’s face lit up with relief and determination. He immediately commanded the crew to anchor, their hearts swelling with renewed hope. As they docked, a tense realization dawned upon them: the island they had arrived at was a contentious territory, disputed between Chanaea and a neighboring nation. Should the island still be under the control of the neighboring country, the arrival of Chanaea’s forces might provoke its inhabitants, leading to potential hostility and even violent expulsion.

Emmanuel approached the locals with diplomatic intent, but his efforts were met with cold resistance. With no viable alternative, he issued a decisive order. Three thousand elite warriors from Dark Night Island swiftly descended upon the island, their presence imposing and their actions resolute. The anti–Dragon forces were overwhelmed, subdued, and forced to kneel in submission.

The island’s residents were astonished by the Chanaea forces‘ formidable strength. Three thousand warriors were more than sufficient; even three hundred would have been more than enough to overpower the island’s entire armed contingent.

“Listen up!” Emmanuel’s voice rang out with authoritative clarity. “This island now belongs to Chanaea! If you know what’s good for you, leave of your own accord. Otherwise, we shall defeat you again every time we return!”

Eager to return to his homeland, where his wife awaited the birth of their child, Emmanuel had no time to waste with these disputes. He sought to avoid provoking a significant international conflict, his focus solely on returning home swiftly.

After three days of managing the situation and “borrowing necessary provisions, they set sail once more, their journey continuing towards Changea’s coastline. What would have been a mere half–day flight by plane stretched into a grueling month at sea before they finally approached the shore.

“Brothers!” Upon disembarking at the port, Emmanuel gathered his men, his voice carrying the weight of their shared ordeal. “It has been an honor to fight for freedom alongside you. I am profoundly grateful for your strength and perseverance. At last, we have freedom!

*Freedom!” the soldiers shouted in unison, their voices a powerful chorus of liberation. “We’ve finally set foot in the outside world! We no longer have to fear for our lives every day! The outside world–the air is so fresh! The sky is so blue! The sun is so bright!*

The exhilaration they had felt upon leaving Dark Night Island had evolved into profound emotion. The harsh realities of their past seemed distant now, overshadowed by the beauty of their newfound freedom. Some could not contain their tears, overwhelmed by the contrast between their former oppression and the boundless possibilities before them.

Only now, with their shackles cast away, did they fully grasp the weight of their past sufferings and the extent to which their lives had been constrained.

Their eyes were opened to the vastness of the world, their spirits finally unbound, and their understanding of life itself forever transformed.

Emmanuel’s voice resonated with sincerity as he continued, “Next, I will be returning to Yeringham in Nuthana. If any of you, my brothers, find yourselves without a home or wish to join me, I will take responsibility for your well–being, come what may! However, if you desire to return to your own home or venture elsewhere, you are free to do so. I shall not detain you.”

His declaration hung in the air, a moment of truth and choice. Hesitation gripped nearly everyone, their faces reflecting the turmoil within their hearts.

Xarri and Quell, the indomitable brother and sister pair, stepped forward with solemn dignity. They clasped their hands toward Emmanuel in a gesture of deep respect and gratitude. “Emmanuel, we are deeply thankful for leading us back to Chanaea. We must follow our paths, but if fortune allows, we shall surely visit you and your wife in Yeringham one day.”

“Very well!” Emmanuel’s voice rang with a note of finality. “Let us part ways and may destiny guide our steps until we meet again.”

He did not attempt to detain them but instead watched with a heavy heart as Xarri and Quell departed. Soon after, many others followed, each forging their path.

Yet, a substantial number of them chose to remain behind, including Rhett, who dedicated his life to safeguarding the current generation’s Saintess and nurturing the next generation of Holy Guardians.

Moments later, a voice broke through the murmur of uncertainty.

“Commander, we wish to return home, but we have no means to do so. What shall we do?”

“Yes! I wish to return as well, but I have lost all sense of where home even is,” another voice echoed, laden with despair.

It became evident that nearly everyone was grappling with this predicament. Emmanuel and Mackenzie, too, faced a dire situation–they were as destitute as their companions. They found themselves at the port in Eldoria, Zovince of Chanaea, a far cry from their destination in Yeringham, Nuthana. The journey would be a formidable challenge for them all.

Just then, a voice emerged from the throng near the port, cutting through the confusion. “Excuse me, who are you? From where do you come from, and why have you docked at our port?”

Emmanuel and his followers turned in unison toward the source of the voice. Two men in impeccably tailored suits approached, accompanied by a small entourage.

The two men, upon recognizing Emmanuel as the leader, stepped forward with a blend of curiosity and respect. “We are the port managers. I am Owen, and this is my brother, Larry. May we inquire who you are and if you need any assistance?”

Owen extended a courteous gesture, his hands cupped in a traditional sign of respect. He discerned that Emmanuel, and his men were no ordinary individuals; their imposing presence and the sheer number of them suggested a formidable strength. That being said, Owen was keenly aware of the potential risks of offending such a powerful group, especially if they might or the identity of pirates.

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