December 1, 833, 16:30, Galactic Empire Homeworld, aboard the Dawn Angel, currently on patrol.
When Countess Giafir Lamut, a lieutenant general in the Galactic Empire's military, stepped onto the fifth and highest level of the bridge, the view opened up even more. She couldn't help looking toward the nearest porthole. Beyond its transparent pane, countless stars dotted the boundless expanse, forming an endlessly magnificent vista.
But no matter how magnificent the view was, it became nothing special after seeing it often enough. That was all Countess Giafir could feel now. She had simply realized that, standing amid the stars, she could already clearly make out the far end of the route, and even faintly discern the direction of the Celestial Domain.
And yet she clearly remembered that the Celestial Domain was still more than four hundred light-years away.
So this is what a Saint's spatial awareness is like? I'm a "Throne," so this isn't exactly my field, but I can still experience this?
Giafir sighed contentedly. She felt that if she studied navigation properly and then spent some time as a navigator in a fleet, she could become a reasonably capable commander.
"Forget it. You could never be a navigator." A voice abruptly sounded beside the female knight's ear. Needless to say, the only person it could be was her liege and best friend, Queen of Sulcaga Brunhild.
Brunhild, Privy Councilor of the Galactic Empire and marshal of its military, stood at the very center of the bridge, on a command dais as elevated as a throne platform. Wearing a smile that was almost—but not quite—amused, she looked down at her friend.
Giafir walked over. As she climbed the stairs leading to the command dais, she faintly sensed a heaviness in the air. Naturally, it was because a sound-dampening field