"Besides, my dear Yu Lian, we've gone to all this trouble to come here. If we don't crush the enemy of the world, won't this game have been a waste?"
"Remember what I told you? If this goes wrong, we might both end up dead. I get the feeling you don't want to live anymore, and you're looking for another way to drag yourself down with you."
"I'm full of passion and hope for life. But I also know that only by having no fear of death can we conquer it. What's wrong, my dear Yu Lian? We've come all this way. Don't you want to challenge your limits? The way you're acting now, could it be that you're scared?"
"Heh, another attempt to provoke me? I'm not falling for it!"
"It doesn't matter whether you fall for it or not! My dear Yu Lian, you're clearly having a lot more fun than I am."
Yu Lian had to admit the woman had a damn good point.
On November 15, 284 of the Common Era, the fleet led by Brunhilde arrived in the Salna system, in the Far Frontier star sector. Yu Lian returned to Salna after many days away... Well, whether it was many days in the future or the past, he was a little confused himself.
On November 16, 284, Count Shavi Salwen came aboard the Titan Dreadnought Emperor. Introduced by Chancellor Shire, he met Brunhilde and swore allegiance to her.
Well, actually, he was swearing allegiance to Iwenya. But Yu Lian saw Brunhilde, and it made the whole thing feel like a scene from a play.
Count Shavi Salwen, a nobleman from the third century of the Common Era, was a refined and gentle scholar. His factories supplied the fleet with badly needed energy and medicine. He