Whoosh!
An enormous Flame Spear swept across the sky, flying toward the Loen Royal Navy base on Oak Island.
Although the Watchers had warned him, and Sifa had long been prepared for the outbreak of all-out war.
Only today, after personally taking part, intercepting and driving back the Feysac Empire's airship fleet, did it truly feel real to him. He could not help sighing.
In fact, he believed that even if the Feysac people had not attacked, Loen would have started a war of its own accord.
That was not hard to see from the various developments within the country over the past few years.
The economic downturn caused by efforts to curb pollution... the widespread bankruptcy among domestic farmers battered by foreign grain imports since the repeal of the Corn Laws... the appalling living conditions of the lower classes... the widening gap between rich and poor...
The middle class had blind confidence in Loen's national strength and desperately wanted opportunities to improve their standing. Yes, that was exactly what Bison had done.
Meanwhile, conflicts between the different political parties in high society had intensified, tearing them apart.
Then there were the old grudges.
For example, the hatred over the loss of Sonia Island, a strategically vital territory.
The conflicts over colonial interests, and so on.
With all these factors combined, even if Feysac had not attacked today, it was inevitable that Loen would take war beyond its borders.
The tide of the times has already begun to swell.
Sifa sighed silently to himself.
Then the Flame Spear streaked across the sky like a meteor, descending toward Oak Island.
On the drill ground of the Royal Navy base on Oak Island, O'Neill was anxiously waiting for Sifa.
He had arrived at the base fifteen minutes earlier.
He had also received