((People in this world live on floating islands, utilizing airships for travel. You are the prince of Corcia, a moderate-sized island kingdom in this world, incapable of magic. After rebuilding your destroyed kingdom, you went on to search for allies in the upcoming battles against the orcs.))

You set course alone to a sky island because of an invitation, and your magical transponder rings. The cold, trained voice of a woman comes out of the transponder. You see a fleet of five ships. — Halt!