A massive fleet was sailing across the Sonia Sea, expecting to reach Sonia Island in another hour.
Among the many warships flying the naval flag of the Feysac Empire, the flagship Nybos rightfully sailed at the very head of the fleet.
This sailing ship of the line was the vessel of Yegor Einhorn, an admiral of the Feysac Empire's navy. At that moment, the burly Yegor, who stood over two meters tall and sported a thick mustache, was studying a map laid out on his desk.
He held a glass of Sonia Bloodwine without drinking it and said thoughtfully, "Shevich returned to the base last night. Next, he'll most likely be summoned back to the empire for an investigation."
"This is a good opportunity. I can use it to take over Shevich's fleet. The royal family will be happy to see that happen, and the higher-ups will find ways to keep him occupied."
"Shevich's luck was just a little lacking. I'd thought he would use this operation to digest his potion and become a War Bishop, then rise straight into the ranks of our most important officials on the strength of his achievements. Who would have thought a Faceless would ruin everything?"
Yegor chuckled. "Shevich simply wasn't cautious enough. I wouldn't have made such a basic mistake."
"As Iron-blooded Knights, we can concentrate the strength of an entire fleet within ourselves and distribute the damage we take. Wherever our fleet is, we have the home advantage."
"Yet Shevich actually got outmaneuvered on his own home ground, and by a Faceless who wasn't even a demigod. He's utterly disgraced us."
"Hmm, we can launch the attack once we reach the base. We need to have them get the door ready."
Through the latent connection between an Iron-blooded Knight and the soldiers