The scene was a little unbalanced. The sight of the tiny cruise ship caught between two cruisers did make it look especially helpless and pitiful, but at least the people of Earth probably wouldn't kill them.
Admiral Kaijielu breathed a sigh of relief.
As the highest-ranking defense officer at Glory's Gate, he had to be cautious—extremely cautious. Even now, he still couldn't rule out the possibility that there was a trap aboard the cruise ship.
But he genuinely hoped to see King Sleen escape danger.
Of course, on his orders, the two Clear Sky-class cruisers had kept their side guns armed during the escort—no, the escort. That was certainly standard defensive procedure, but it also meant their guns were trained on the people they were escorting.
Still, Her Highness was an Elector and a noble Dragon King. She ought to understand.
In any case, the sight of two brown bears escorting a rabbit, one on each side, was a little surreal. The image on the screen was suddenly filled with absurd, almost surrealist comedy.
Admiral Kaijielu could already feel the tense atmosphere at the scene turning strangely buoyant.
He kept his face stern, thinking that if anyone dared laugh out loud, he'd have them shot.
Fortunately, everyone was a professional, well-trained imperial soldier. No matter how funny it was, they wouldn't laugh just like that.
By then, the other warships under Commodore Hurst had taken up position with precise fleet maneuvers. They pointed their bows toward the enemy's approach, kept all their gunports open, and slowly pulled back.
Numerous flickering lights could be seen against the starry backdrop. They were probably enemy fighters.
But faced with the imperial fleet's escort formation, they didn't dare approach rashly. Like a pack of famished wolves, they prowled outside the already-formed herd of cattle.