"The new Katai government heard you were passing through Bamiu and hopes you'll honor them with a visit and an audience. It would be the greatest glory for the people of Kaitai to have the honor of hosting a banquet for you. Those are the exact words of their message." The chief of staff quickly skimmed the communication they had received.
The Katai people were certainly being as deferential as possible, but Brunhild was in no mood to indulge them. "The Empire is still the one providing the free daily flatbread for the Katai poor. And they think they can afford to host a banquet for me? Also, how do they even know where I'm going?"
"We're inside the Kaitai Kingdom right now, so of course they know where you are. Your response is rather impolite, Your Highness," Ostana Bar said.
"Our fleet has been discourteous ever since the day we entered the Kaitai Kingdom, but that's an objective fact. I don't even have anyone I could show courtesy to."
In any case, the Dawn Angel, King Su Lyucca's flagship, and its twelve escort warships were racing through Kaitai Kingdom territory at high speed, as if they were tearing across their own country. Yet neither she nor even the most ordinary crew member in the fleet thought it necessary to inform the Katai.
The Galactic Empire naturally had the right to military transit through its various satellite states. Still, basic diplomatic etiquette dictated that Imperial fleets passing through would at least notify the country concerned before entering its territory and politely request permission.
But now, just as Brunhild had said, she couldn't even find anyone to notify.
Thanks to a certain demonic dragon whose name could not be spoken, this nation, once one of the Empire's foremost enforcers, had fallen