"Report! Captain Rosmote, the battle response in the southeast direction has disappeared!"
At that moment, an anxious shout suddenly rang out in the busy command room.
"Is it over?!"
Rosmote abruptly raised his head and muttered to himself, his voice carrying a hint of excitement.
Novi, who had been discussing their next plan with Rosmote in front of the map, also froze.
"What was the result? Who won?"
She pushed herself upright, her fingers gripping the armrest so tightly that they turned faintly white.
Facing the gazes from Novi and Rosmote, the communications officer looked somewhat flustered.
"Yes, yes... The battle site is more than 300 kilometers from our ship. The detection array..."
Novi raised a hand and cut him off, shouting an order:
"Immediately connect to the detection arrays of the other ships and expand the detection range!"
"Ah... Yes!"
Startled into a shudder, the communications officer quickly acknowledged the order once he came to his senses.
"All ships, attention! Stop advancing! Stop advancing! Open magic-array connection authorization!"
As the broadcast rang out, the six Floating Ships flying side by side through the clouds gradually came to a halt.
Novi and Rosmote hurried to the screen in the command room and stared gravely at the rapidly changing images.
They had to confirm who the victor of the battle was...
Whether it was Moss or the Dragon King, there had to be a result!
"Molly..."
Novi murmured, her fingers unconsciously tightening into fists.
Bang!
Nearby, Yas, who had been drinking in silence, slammed his bottle onto the table. His face was filled with unwillingness and shame.
"The dragon should have won, right...? Damn it, we actually let a little girl sacrifice herself for us deserters!"
"Nothing is absolute. After all, that was a..."
Rosmote shook his head and covered his