"Hello, Fleet Admiral."
Fisher Tiger, his skin crimson-red, entered through the door wearing a pitch-black Coat of Justice.
He looked stronger than before and carried himself with the bearing of a soldier.
Especially his presence—sure enough, becoming an Admiral made all the difference.
"Mm, sit down and speak."
Fleet Admiral Raymond leaned back in his chair and poured the coffee from his cup into his mouth.
[Pfft----]
But the next second, Tiger's words shocked him into spraying out his coffee.
Fortunately, Tiger promptly used a finger to redirect the airborne coffee into a potted plant nearby.
"What did you say?!"
Fleet Admiral Raymond paid no attention to that scene. He shot to his feet and glared furiously at the other man.
He simply could not believe what he had just heard.
Tiger was not surprised by his reaction, but he still sighed. "I said I want to resign from my position as Admiral and apply for a transfer to the police."
"Why... why?" Fleet Admiral Raymond demanded loudly.
Admiral—the dream of countless soldiers!
And he knew perfectly well what it meant to the Fish-Man Race.
Tiger was the first Fish-Man Admiral in centuries.
He had finally attained the position, only to give it up himself?
And he wanted to join the police? It was not that Raymond had any issue with the police.
But no matter what, how could the police compare to the military?
Weren't they just the previous version of the Navy?
The current Navy had set its sights on the Star Sea. Who still cared about trivial matters on a single planet?
Honestly.
Raymond felt that becoming a police officer was all about living an easy life on Sea Star.
Not to mention transferring from the military to the police—that was called regression, falling behind, and fear