When Kaitai's regent was dragged out of the bathroom by his subordinates, his body was still wet and covered in suds, and he had been considering using microwaves to dry his fur.
At that moment, Prince Chalen Ape Mane's fiery red fur, so admired and envied by his followers, no longer radiated the domineering aura of "flames burning." Instead, it hung wetly in clumps over his body, making him look as though he had shrunk by an entire size. It was as if the lion king who ruled a nation had truly become a miserable stray cat.
...Speaking of which, why did the Katai, a long-haired species, insist on imitating humans and bathing so often? Even if they really were obsessed with cleanliness, couldn't they use high-tech electromagnetic cleaning, which was both more convenient and more suited to them?
Of course, in the midst of such a chaotic crisis, there was no point in considering that question anymore. After hearing the news, Kaitai's regent had practically rolled out of the bathroom in a thoroughly undignified fashion, his head slamming into the wall.
It took him more than three times as long to finally struggle to his feet. Then he shouted, "Contact Blood Gate Fortress immediately! Have all fleets launch and come to our aid at full speed! Yes, focus on the fighter platforms. Have the fighter platforms release every escort fighter they have! Hurry! I mean all of them!"
The regent's guard captain, Colonel Bluebeard, instinctively replied, "We've already done that. Your Highness, we must evacuate you immediately."
The guard captain moved mechanically, his expression filled with panic. Yet as a well-trained security officer, he still relied on movements drilled into him as reflexes, stuffing the dripping-wet Chalen Ape-Mane into a protective suit before fastening a helmet onto him and