London, Britain. Downing Street, Prime Minister's residence. Prime Minister Asquith's office.
Though Prime Minister Asquith still sat upon the Prime Minister's throne, he looked far older than he had before. He had originally intended to resign early and dump this mess on someone else. But no one else was a fool; at such a critical juncture, naturally, no one wanted to take his place.
Certainly, the Prime Minister of the British Empire was a position of immense power. When the British Empire had dominated the world, he had even been hailed as the most powerful man in the world. But now, the British Empire was already swaying on the verge of collapse, and the position of Prime Minister had become a hot potato. Under such circumstances, naturally, no one wished to take over the post.
Thus, with no other choice, Prime Minister Asquith could only continue serving as Prime Minister of the British Empire until the British Empire was defeated. That way, at least he would see things through from beginning to end.
This Cabinet meeting had only one main topic: how the British Empire could launch a counterattack under the current circumstances. How could it overturn its present predicament in one stroke, regain the advantage, and even turn defeat into victory?
Of course, for now, that possibility was exceedingly slim. But that did not stop the leaders of the British Empire from striving in that direction. Among them, the one most firmly convinced of a counterattack was undoubtedly First Sea Lord Churchill.
When the Royal Navy suffered its crushing defeat, Churchill had not lost heart. Instead, he had traveled all the way to the United States and made the astonishing request to purchase warships. The other members of the British Cabinet had all thought it utterly fanciful. Yet Churchill