North Island Naval Command.
Hasty footsteps and voices filled the halls, with people rushing about everywhere.
Ever since the Sandbar Island incident, a fuse had been inserted into the powder keg of the southern seas. All it needed now was a spark to light it.
This "quiet" war had entered its most critical stage. The stakes on the table kept rising, and both sides were on edge, clutching tightly to the cards in their hands.
Especially at the command center of the entire Northern Federation Navy, many had been working overtime for a month straight. Chalas had even moved his office from the Presidential Palace to this place, dumping a pile of tedious and unimportant daily matters onto the puppet vice president he had appointed.
No matter how badly he governed, it would not affect his position as president. But if he lost the war, everything would be gone. He understood perfectly well which mattered more.
Time had dragged from September into October. In a few more days, the new destroyer would be launched.
It would be the newest and most advanced destroyer in Federation history. While it would not be enough to alter the course of the entire war, it would at least add another bargaining chip to his hand.
Just as Chalas patiently awaited the decisive moment, the situation suddenly took a new turn.
And it was in the Federation's favor!
The Reef suddenly sent a telegram. Not only did it disclose its patrol route and information concerning the Southern Sea Alliance, it also expressed its dissatisfaction with the Southern Sea Alliance's extreme distrust of it and its desire to return to the Federation.
This required mentioning the Southern Sea Alliance's policy toward this "captured ship."
Because the Southern Sea Alliance lacked enough officers and experienced sailors capable