Historia looked at the telegram Bai Yu had sent her, shock flickering in her eyes. Then she sat down in a nearby chair, looking hesitant.
Beside her, Ymir asked in confusion.
"Christa, what's wrong?"
Historia handed her the paper on the table. Ymir took it and read it, her pupils contracting instantly at its contents. But then she spoke.
"It doesn't really concern us anyway, does it? There's nothing wrong with leaving these decisions to Bai Yu, right? What's there to hesitate about?"
"But..."
"I can't stand that guy, but there's one thing I can't deny: his decisions never do wrong by his own people. You know that perfectly well too, don't you?"
"That's true."
Her words seemed to bring Historia around. She picked up the stamp beside her and pressed it onto the paper, approving it outright.
There was no drawn-out meeting. Over the years Bai Yu had spent assisting Historia, the governing structure he had established had changed the meetings that should normally have taken place from decision-making sessions into advisory ones, further consolidating Historia's royal authority.
Of course, Bai Yu would only do this for the current monarch.
As the order went out, factories began operating. The other two airships produced over the past year slowly rose into the sky, and every plane began taking off from airfields across Eldia, heading for the airfields established at their bases in Marley.
Freighters and passenger liners began transporting resources by sea and land.
Bai Yu stood on high ground, looking down at the dense masses of people below. Almost Eldia's entire army had gathered there.
He wore the emblem of the Wings of Freedom. Tens of thousands of soldiers looked up toward him, while three airships hovered overhead.
Historia and the other senior figures of Eldia were