Fina glanced at Krell, who was still reeling in confusion, said nothing, and turned her attention back to operating the camera. She was already piloting the camera drone around the island to capture a panoramic view of the Adventurers' Guild headquarters. This was a rare opportunity to gather footage. In the past, any unidentified flying object that came within a hundred kilometers of Lierman Island would either be shot down on the spot or hacked apart by some passing expert.
As for Krell, standing beside her, after half a minute of confusion he asked incredulously, "...Wait, hadn't Congress already rejected our proposal to send volunteers to fight?"
"Sure, that happened. But it wasn't the opposition party that rejected it; it was shot down in the cabinet. Marshal Esco thought we should either join the war or stay neutral. This half-hearted approach is just too wishy-washy," Yani said.
"...To be honest, Marshal Esco isn't an excellent leader, but he's got a point," Krell gave his assessment, rationally, fairly, and objectively.
"Though, this was actually Uncle Finn's idea," Yani added.
"...My brilliant, beautiful, kind, and dear cousin, could you tell me why you had me cut down Uncle Finn? Was it because the Security Bureau and the Internal Guard have been acting on their own lately, or because he had too much influence over Marshal Esco?"
Miss Bei smiled with her lips pressed together, but didn't answer directly. "But neither Congress, nor the cabinet, nor even the Azure Palace can control mercenaries and civilian volunteers. That's actually an advantage of a democratic republic."
"Mercenaries? What mercenaries? I'm still a member of the Alliance's Armaments Bureau, a proper Navy commodore... Urgh, Saint Spring's tits! So this is what you were waiting for!"
Krell flew into a rage, but could do nothing but rage