There were people on Fortress No. 1, all right. The pity was, they were all Earthlings now.
It took everyone a full half minute to understand Miss Hemisha's hellish joke.
Captain Pegsai burst out laughing on the spot, but he wasn't the one who laughed the hardest. That honor went to the deputy commander of the Rowentul Fleet and the director of Duke Bairen's assault force.
Sobek glanced at his two colleagues, whom he still didn't know very well. He didn't really understand what was making them laugh so hard, but he managed to twitch the corners of his mouth into a slight smile and join in with a couple of awkward chuckles.
He truly never would have guessed that these two—one the deputy to Lieutenant General Rowentul and an expert in fleet deployment, the other a ground-combat master recommended by Duke Bairen—could be such troublemakers. They had the thick brows and seasoned bearing of veteran warriors, yet they were just as eager to watch the world burn!
Why did my fleet always attract people like this?
Miss Sailu, however, knew a little more.
As the daughter of a great noble house with excellent sources of information, she vaguely recalled that these two weren't as extreme as the captain, who was a potential opponent of the system. But they did seem to have some kind of grudge against Glory's Gate. Probably disputes over military budgets, resources, and personnel that had gradually turned into personal grudges.
To be fair, the Empire's grand project to expand Glory's Gate had taken a substantial bite out of the Imperial military's share. Now that Glory's Gate, despite its formidable defenses, had fallen without putting up much of a fight, quite a few Imperial military commanders were secretly gloating.
Miss Sailu was one of them, in