The scene was certainly horrifying, but when Summers led his troops out of New Lishun, the galaxy as a whole remained calm and peaceful. By the time this planet, which had never been touched by the flames of war, was surrounded by the Empire's overwhelming fleet, more than a dozen hours had passed.
The seven star regions of the Blue Star Commonwealth's homeland remained just as calm and untouched by war, as did the ever-peaceful Earth.
In such a peaceful environment, the Cabinet meeting representing the Commonwealth's overall strategic direction could naturally be held on schedule on Earth.
"All right, all right, gentlemen and ministers, please quiet down. We've strayed far from the topic." President Nishita swiped at the screen of his personal terminal, closing the crude alligator he had already colored halfway, then took a tactical sip of tea.
A moment later, a trace of barely perceptible confusion flashed across his face. "By the way, what were we discussing just now?"
"We were discussing whether the Sandfolk would contract prion disease if they ate roasted crocodile meat. That way, we could consider whether to develop a sand crocodile farming industry on New Jade Gate," Vice President Yero said.
"Ah, yes, yes. A sand crocodile farming industry could add a livestock sector suited to New Jade Gate's local conditions, increase the incomes of the Sandfolk herders, and stabilize public sentiment... No, that absolutely wasn't what we were discussing at the beginning!" The president slammed his hand against the table, finally bringing some semblance of order to the people still whispering among themselves.
The great figures present, each of whom could make Earth tremble just by stamping their feet, all wore awkward yet polite smiles and lowered their heads to apologize to the president.
It was clear that, as a wartime