Jiafiel wasn't all that angry. Although her humanitarian goodwill and chivalrous intentions had once again been mercilessly rejected, she truly wasn't angry at all.
She had actually already guessed her opponent's intentions. There was no way she would be swayed by those impassioned words, brimming with a readiness to die.
To put it plainly, General James Picard's words weren't exactly a novel outburst. For more than a dozen centuries, the dragon kings of the Galactic Empire, the Tirillo martial nobles and alien nobles, and the imperial social structure of citizens, nationals, and slaves had all been thoroughly dissected by republican social and political scholars on the other side of the universe.
But so what?
People had argued about doctrine since time immemorial, but arguments had never killed anyone.
Jiafiel gazed at the staggering dreadnought on the screen. Even though she was battered and broken, even though flames flickered all over her, she still roared in desperation with her final main-gun salvo.
On the bridge, the officers watched the countess intently.
She seemed to sense their gazes and raised her face to look straight at the screen. Two seconds later, Lieutenant General Jiafiel Lamute gave a slight nod. For the first time, a sharp light flashed in her eyes, fixed directly on the Blue Star Commonwealth's last dreadnought in the New Continent.
A brilliant burst of light bloomed at the center of the screen. More than a hundred beams converged on the battered yet unyielding hull of the Freedom Banner. And so the second commander of the Blue Star Commonwealth's New Continent Expeditionary Fleet, along with more than ten thousand soldiers of the Tenth Fleet, vanished with his flagship.
"What a brave, stubborn fool! But what could you possibly understand?" The dazzling light illuminated the valiant, sculpted features of the female