Shrouded Seascape

Chapter 754: Heir

"You're on friendlier terms with 134 and the other living relics. Please help me to keep a close eye on them. Looking at the current situation, they're extremely important to us at this point," Charles said in a solemn tone.

Margaret's gaze drifted away from Charles' head of writhing black tentacles as she nodded. "I understand. Anna had told me about this. That will be the core mission of Whereto."

Focusing her eyes back on Charles' face, Margaret realized that the former was staring at her.

"And what about you?" Charles asked. "How have you been lately?"

"Thanks to the trade diversion from Hope Island, Whereto has developed rapidly. As the Governor of Whereto, I'm doing well," Margaret replied in a calm tone. She then added, "But to restore the Cavendish family to its former glory, it can't be achieved by my sole effort. If something happens to me, the entire bloodline will be gone. So, I need to get into a political marriage. As a woman, I need to bear an heir."

"NO!" Charles shot up immediately; his reaction was fierce as if she had touched a raw nerve.

With her fringe covering one eye, Margaret looked downward at the ground to avoid Charles' intense stare.

"Governor, things that had happened in the past should stay in the past. After all, most marriages aren't based on love," Margaret commented. She then stood up and walked out of the room. She could vaguely hear Charles saying something behind her, but she didn't want to hear a single word he was saying.

She hastened her steps down the corridor and turned the corner. Leaning against the wall, a pained expression crept onto her face.

"I finally said it..." she whispered to herself.

She couldn't afford to let herself waste any more time. Even if she were to continue waiting, nothing would change. The Cavendish family needed to branch out and grow, and as the sole descendant left, Margaret knew she had to do this.

Initially, Margaret had thought that she would be able to move on once she had made her decision known to Charles, but clearly, it was simpler said than done.

Ever since she voiced her decision to Charles, her mood swings had been intense. She became increasingly irritable with frequent outbursts. She had long stopped using comfort fruits, but it had found its way back to her vanity table.

Despite that, Margaret insisted on continuing with her plan, sticking to the timeline and steps that she had laid out. Now, she had already begun the process of selecting a husband.

The current Subterranean Sea was in an unstable state, filled with both opportunities and dangers. However, that didn't mean there was a lack of promising candidates among the new governors.

A photo of a sullen-looking young man was placed before Margaret. The sullen-looking young man was a captain who had explored the surface world, and he was known for his decisive nature and ambitious personality. His island also had an abundant amount of resources. On top of that, it was just slightly over a hundred nautical miles from Whereto.

Being located in the Northern Seas, the status of the Cavendish family was exactly what this new governor desperately needed.Upstodatee from

"Of course. In fact, your brother had three illegitimate children, but two of them died during the death light crisis. The Hope Island Navy's intelligence division took a long time to find this one."

Linda then gave Margaret a once-over before she added, "I've heard about your relationship with the captain. And my advice is that you shouldn't bother looking for another man. Knowing the captain, they probably wouldn't live long enough to marry you.

"Then again, I wouldn't suggest you to be with the captain either. Being his woman means that you wouldn't live long enough as well. Honestly, that human-eating monster is the most compatible one for him."

With that, Linda turned and walked away; she was just a messenger anyway.

***

Within the Governor's Mansion on Hope Island, Charles was seated in his chair as he spoke to the sand figures in front of him. He was in the midst of a Subterranean Sea Council meeting.

The attendees were few: Jenny, the representative of the Western Seas; Jax, the president of the Explorers Association; and Julio, the Governor of Cat Island.

Charles hadn't invited the other governors as he was certain that there were spies for the Foundation among the others.

Since the meeting agenda was to discuss how to deal with the Foundation, the fewer people involved, the better. Moreover, the others wouldn't be of much help in this matter anyway.

"My ships are currently monitoring the Sea of Mist," Julio reported slowly with a dark expression. "There's nothing unusual in the surrounding waters, but every single scout we sent into the Sea of Mist has never returned. So, as of now, we don't know the exact situation of the Foundation's circumstances or their next move."

Of course, Charles wasn't surprised by the news. If the Foundation was going to make a move, they would ensure that they are fully prepared.

They were undoubtedly scheming something at the moment.

Compared to the Foundation's reaction, Charles was more curious about where Julio had been all this time. He had assumed that the man was dead.

Being with allies, Charles didn't bother to beat around the bush and voiced his questions directly.

"My entire island was swallowed up. Do you think I would be able to contact any of you while that was happening?" Julio answered.

Jenny had a solemn expression as she followed up with another question, "After the black wall receded, was everyone really fine on the island?"