"Do we still have a chance to come back?"
In the ship's cabin, a group of young men and women had gathered. They were all members of the younger generation of the Pelius Family.
Besides them, there were also their families and children aboard the ship.
Everyone's face showed confusion and uncertainty about the future. As members of the family that had once been the most powerful in the Federal Military, everyone here had deep ties to the military.
Nearly half of them were soldiers, and all of them held fairly high ranks. The lowest-ranking among them had started as a Major.
In reality, none of them had achieved any particularly outstanding "feats." Some had never even set foot on a battlefield, not even in the capacity of rear-area commanders.
Yet they had always been promoted quickly. A transport mission or an armed escort—in short, seemingly insignificant assignments—could give them the opportunity to change their rank.
Was it because they were especially lucky? No, of course not. It was because they had powerful connections!
Some of the others were either the family's representatives in the Military Industrial Group or "capitalists" involved in all kinds of businesses connected to the military.
The Pelius Family had long since thoroughly studied every aspect of this. From top to bottom, they had their people and influence everywhere.
Precisely because they had lived such comfortable lives, some of them were extremely reluctant to leave when the time came.
They knew very well that once they left this place and went outside, their lives would no longer be as comfortable as they were now.
Even if they did nothing, they could either be promoted in rank or receive enormous financial rewards.
Once they went abroad, no one would look after them. They would have to rely