Of course, he had just finished nodding when he realized something seemed off. He couldn't help giving a wry smile. "So what does this have to do with Brin... with Orange Cat?"
"The Empire's official public military communiqué says Orange Cat is leading her fleet back home and has just left the Terra Sector. But in fact, our intelligence department in Gibraltar has already reported that her ship, Dawn Angel, has arrived at Southern Heavenly Gate and is undergoing repairs and resupply in Gibraltar."
At this, Feifei also looked a little puzzled. "She really is in a hurry. Why is she in such a rush?"
"I've also received the latest intelligence. The Emperor has appointed her Lord Keeper of the Privy Seal."
"You heard that from Snake? Then we can be reasonably confident it's true."
Feifei pondered for a moment, then continued, "But Orange Cat is still serving as Grand Marshal of the Terra Campaign. Whoever replaces her—whether Marshal Farrell or King Shazaman—will need some time to get up to speed on their new duties."
They had never considered the possibility of Marshal Ikenroga or King Sorein taking over.
The former was already advanced in years, and had other important duties—chiefly, holding the fort in the Far Shore Nations, which a certain marshal had razed to the ground after ten decisive campaigns.
Countries like Barkway, Angmance, Letarin, and Enbu were all staunch little brothers of the Galactic Empire, and they had also endured all kinds of hardships they could barely bear in this war.
Now, they were all utterly exhausted and battered, and it was indeed time for postwar reconstruction.
To be fair, the wealthy Galactic Empire treated its loyal little brothers far more generously than a certain great nation that made even the dogs it adopted buy their own