The-Fianna Headquarters.
The fighter jet sent out for the expedition had already crashed. Even The-Fianna had only a limited number of survivors left—but in the end, they had completed their final mission and brought back the data recording the battle between the Twelve Round Table Knights and Oberon.
After removing their "Dragon Cavalry" armor, the few survivors still wore looks of horror on their faces... As if utterly drained, they let the staff begin their post-battle recovery outside the adjustment chambers.
In fact, although they had managed to return this time, all their vitals had already reached the danger threshold... If they were not treated in time, their fate would likely be little better than that of the members who had already died.
The survivors slowly closed their eyes. As for what the future held... they no longer wanted to care.
"They simply lack actual combat experience."
In the control room, the Prime Minister gave this explanation as he watched the few survivors enter the adjustment chambers.
He had even recovered from the shock of the operation's failure and was encouraging the people there. "Although our operation failed this time, the data we obtained is incredibly valuable. It has made us aware of the Dragon Cavalry's shortcomings, as well as the pilots' deficiencies... That will be the direction of our efforts in the future! In terms of power, we have already reached these inhuman realms. All we lack are other things! Technology! More data! And fighting spirit!"
It was better than nothing... People were naturally inclined to find a reason that made failure less painful.
The Prime Minister did not remain in the control room for long. After saying a few simple words, he left under the escort of an officer.
There were far too many things waiting to give