"Quick, report what happened here to London!!"
Amid the constant explosions and the ruins of the naval port, the commander in charge of its defense watched Laura pilot the Queen Elizabeth away with bloodshot eyes.
Ignoring his severed arm and temporarily forgetting the pain, he grabbed a nearby soldier and shouted.
"Yes, sir, but your condition..."
"Don't worry about me. Go report it!!"
The soldier took one last look at the officer, then gritted his teeth and ran toward an underground air-raid shelter.
"Mother Empress, we've found traces of that vixen Laura!"
At Windsor Castle, Kerissa, the Second Princess of Britain, pushed open the door to the Queen's bedroom and hurried in with the Commander of Knights.
Her Majesty the Queen did not get angry at her daughter's lack of manners. She merely furrowed her aged brows and asked in a low voice:
"...Where is Laura Stuart now?"
The Second Princess spoke at an extremely rapid pace. "...We've just received a report from the Anglesey naval port."
"...A blonde woman broke into the naval port and hijacked the Queen Elizabeth."
"After comparing the magic frequencies, the staff headquarters has confirmed that it was Laura Stuart."
"...And all the guards at Anglesey Port have died for their country."
Kerissa clenched her teeth as she said this, her beautiful eyes filled with blood vessels.
"Anglesey Port. The Queen Elizabeth."
Her Majesty the Queen quickly took two steps forward. A world map lay spread across the table in her bedroom.
Her finger landed on the location of Anglesey Port and slowly moved until it finally stopped over the Irish Sea.
"This is the central area of the British Isles, and it has extremely powerful symbolic significance."
"...Whatever Laura intends to do, she may be able to perform some kind of ritual here."