The mages from the Blood Spear Academy had yet to arrive near Ouroboros. Arthur knew they were just being cautious. A rank 3 mage like Sebastian could travel throughout the continent fast, so it made little sense he had not arrived yet.
Arthur went to the same port he used the other time, and a different youth was the unlucky one to stay there and watch. Everyone in Ouroboros knew about Arthur, as Nefion himself had come in front of everyone to say Arthur was his grandson, so no one wanted to disrespect him in the slightest.
The youth who was in the harbor saw Arthur from the distance and recognized him in an instant.
"Arthur! I will prepare the boat for you, Sr." The youth said, showing the respect for Arthur.
If it was a normal day, then sure Arthur would go in that boat and sail chillingly to the island, but that was not the case. The situation was not looking favorable for them, and Arthur hoped Nefion had reached the rank 3, or else they would not have a chance of winning.