At this moment, in the command center on Druckenwell planet, Silas Tagge still could not believe what was happening before his eyes.
"We... won? We won?" He looked at the red markers continuously disappearing from the holographic star map. They represented his elder brother Orman Tagge's warships, being sunk one after another or fleeing.
Meanwhile, the blue markers representing his own fleet quickly occupied the entire area. The situation across the battlefield was now under control.
At that moment, a transmission came through, and Cassio Tagge's upright figure appeared in the holographic projection before him. He still wore a mask and a dark blue uniform, carrying himself with extraordinary bearing.
What Silas Tagge did not know was that the years Cassio had spent training under Governor Volgograd Kanidi of Modell Sector in the Kingdom of Dawn had already transformed his temperament completely.
Volgograd Kanidi had originally been a retired war hero. He had devoted himself wholeheartedly to Cassio Tagge's training, and had been exceptionally strict. His methods were unlike anything Cassio Tagge had ever encountered at the Naval Academy of the Galactic Republic.
To say nothing else, simply standing at attention was something the Republic Navy Academy did not even teach. After more than a thousand years of military decline, the Galactic Republic's Naval Academy was more of an academy in the literal sense—teaching students, imparting theory, conducting simulated war exercises, and the like.
But the Kingdom of Dawn's military academies were genuine military camps! They maintained an extremely high washout rate, even a casualty rate!
Cassio Tagge, tempered by such training, needed only to stand there for the aura he gave off to utterly surpass someone like Silas Tagge.
Cassio Tagge solemnly saluted Silas and said seriously, "My lord, we have repelled Orman Tagge's fleet. There are now no