Shalier's humblebragging made Elf green with envy.
She gritted her teeth because she had never truly seen combat.
Her only real combat experience had been hunting.
But there had been no pressure at all when it came to deploying the Black Slave Knights.
Seeing everyone keeping their guard up around her, Elf helplessly sat back down.
"Fine, fine, I'll listen to you."
She even lost interest in commanding and handed command over to the others.
Franz, for his part, took command without the slightest hesitation.
"Send out more scouting fleets. Spread them out. I want intelligence with no blind spots."
Franz was no stranger to commanding fleets. He could not be called an outstanding commander, but he was certainly competent.
That was the advantage of being a noble. He had enough capital to make mistakes and access to such advanced knowledge.
A large number of scout ships spread out, investigating everything in the surrounding star systems.
Soon, a steady stream of information came in. After being processed by the Central AI, it was rendered into a tactical display.
As for the enemies trying to flee, they were gradually driven back as well.
Franz's command was more like a display of skill.
Only then did he approach Elf and say, "Your Highness, please."
"What?" Elf had yet to react.
"Under safe conditions, you can get some practice," Franz said.
So he was treating me like a child—giving me a sweet after hitting me with a stick? Elf was furious.
Franz's methods were not particularly clever. He simply wanted Elf to rein in her temper a little.
But... she endured it.
Faced with a long-cherished wish of so many years, Elf felt she could tolerate Franz's little schemes.
The moment she turned around, she happily went to put on her mech armor.