Since the Thirteenth Fleet's main force had already arrived, Major General Makarov and Brigadier General Eleanor Bonaparte had naturally arrived as well. It would just take a little longer to mop up the remaining enemies, gather the prisoners, and clear the battlefield. Of course, a leader had to learn to delegate tedious administrative work to their subordinates, so Yu Lian decided to play the hands-off boss.
Clearly, Eleanor, aboard the Aurora across from him, felt the same way. Everyone else was busy as could be, yet she had time to circle the Scarlet Throne in a shuttle three or five times, taking photos as she went.
For some reason, even across the vastness of space, Yu Lian could almost hear Senior Eleanor drooling.
By the time Yu Lian met Eleanor on the Scarlet Throne's bridge, it was already the morning of the 23rd.
More than a year had passed since they last met, but Senior Eleanor hadn't changed much. She just seemed more radiant. A spirited beauty like her only gained more presence when she was in high spirits, which naturally made her even more alluring.
That was understandable. She was the first officer in the Commonwealth to earn a star before turning thirty since the War of Independence. Of course, in a universe teeming with idealistic idiots, where bloodline theories were bound to flourish and everyone was infatuated with geniuses, it was hardly unusual to find a marshal in her early twenties over in the Empire. The personnel systems of the entire galaxy had been thoroughly broken.
But no matter what, a general with real power in her twenties was bound to attract attention in the Commonwealth, a country that was theoretically a republic.
Eleanor had made history, so it was only natural that she looked so radiant.
However,