Goddess of Magic

"Report, Commander. We've taken the port area, and the air force has completed bombing runs over half the district."

"All hostile ships have been sunk. The remaining vessels are requesting inspection..."

"The scheduled third-rank opponents have surrendered or disappeared. There are no remaining third-rank resistance forces..."

Percival listened happily to the reports of victory from his subordinates. Though it was all within his expectations, hearing it from his own men finally put his mind at ease.

"Good. At this pace, our corps can begin clearing the streets by afternoon. The Drywater District must be handled first."

"Before the freeze ends tonight, clear out everyone there."

"Remember, there are no specific names on our purge list this time. Anyone with Apprentice-level combat ability or above is to be killed. Leave no one alive..."

Percival stepped onto the deck of the iron warship and looked at the vessels forced to remain outside White Dragon Port.

"The situation is good. None of the ships outside are likely to resist... But it seems some Priests from the Church of the Goddess of Ocean Currents may be hiding aboard those ships. That will be troublesome..."

"Hold these vessels here for a few days. Once the ground search is finished, we'll deal with them."

"Still, these merchant ships are huge! Too bad The Alliance didn't have the money to build ships this large before. It'll be a long time before we can replace one..."

Then Percival looked down at the iron warship beneath his feet. Though it surpassed those wooden vessels in defense and speed,

it was far too small by comparison.

That was because of construction costs. The Alliance had not previously wanted to invest too much effort into naval affairs, so it had only built a small number of combat ships.

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