"Move!"
"Vice Governor!"
Euphemia pushed the officer aside, ran straight to a transport Knightmare, climbed aboard, and said:
"Tell the base that I'm at risk of getting caught in the attack too! Are they still going to launch the missiles?"
"...Please, there has to be a limit to your recklessness!"
The officer stepped forward to stop her, but when dealing with royalty, his inferior status always tied his hands.
Realizing he could not stop her, the officer hastily turned and shouted:
"Earl Lloyd, I heard His Highness Ask is here as well. Could you please contact him, or give me a way to contact him myself? I hope His Highness can intervene and stop the Vice Governor from putting herself in danger!"
What he wanted was not for Ask to come here and intervene, but an order.
As long as Ask gave an order like "Stop Euphemia," he could forcibly restrain her regardless of her royal status.
Of course, he would have to be gentle and avoid hurting her.
Cecile, standing nearby, agreed:
"We should contact His Highness Ask first. A princess getting caught up in this is no small matter..."
"It's no use."
Earl Lloyd shook his head and adjusted his glasses.
Though he seemed to stay out of all political struggles, he actually saw things more clearly than anyone present.
"Do you think His Highness has no way of knowing what's happening on the front lines just because he's in the rear?"
He gestured with his chin toward the soldier standing beside a pillar, dressed in the red uniform of the royal guard.
Clearly, everything happening here had been relayed to Ask through the royal guard.
Lloyd asked in return:
"Why do you think His Highness hasn't stepped in to stop her?"
"...Well..."
Cecile did not answer.
She