I’m the Evil Lord of an Intergalactic Empire!

A universe where more than six million ships have gathered.

What a spectacular sight, but when it comes to moving on this scale, it requires a huge budget.

Even through a giant empire as an interstellar nation, that's pretty harsh.

But we needed to be able to retreat from the Occidental United Kingdom at all costs.

Among the battleships that are the total flagship, Klaus, who was essentially made commander-in-chief, stands next to His Highness Cleo as he endures stomach pain.

(It doesn't make sense in a massive battle to this point, even if we only have a few. Are you sure you can win?

We could have doubled our strength in numbers, but we don't operate this many in one place.

The universe is vast.

The Imperial side will also fight dispersed because the enemy will also disperse.

When that happens, we will have a number of battlefields.

Hundreds of battlefields can be fought by small and large, and thousands can be fought by bad.

If the skirmishes are combined, it will be 10,000 units.

You can win in the big picture even if you lose locally, but you don't know what happens when the numbers swell so far.

The operators are screaming.

"Deputy Commander Klaus! Complaints are coming if we don't get supplies from the patrol fleet!

"Deputy Commander Klaus! The nobles who participated complained about when they were going to have dinner!

"Deputy Commander Klaus! Some troops are rubbing! Start engaging allies!

Complaints were coming from a patrol fleet to be able to push in the nobles who were made to join in to pull the Cleo faction's legs.

The nobles, who have nothing to do with the Cleo faction, are also acting to pull their feet.

I guess there was a deal with the Calvin faction.

Those are the ones fighting.

They don't care if they win the war or lose, and if they're going to lose, they're going to run away for a reason.

Gunshot on the run in front of the enemy, but the Calvin faction would make Cleo - Liam's responsibility - to thoroughly discredit Cleo.

(My stomach hurts. - It's half three million that's decent, and the rest are enemies)

Not six to three million, but three to six million.

At least half the salvation will be on our side.

Thanks also to Liam.

(Thanks to Master Liam turning to backward support? With that in mind, it is not a bad placement. I do, but why am I here?

Near Cleo is the figure of Richter, who became Cleo's knight.

Sitting in a chair a little further away is the escort Chelsea.

I take care of my nails and I don't feel nervous.

(His Highness Cleo has no experience in commanding the fleet, and His Highness Richter has never fought on this scale - not even me. Chelsea is not interested in the first place)

If Liam was here, I should have followed Klaus without thinking.

However, Liam is thorough in backwards support.

I moved all this fleet also because Liam is turning to backward support.

From arranging replenishment to all sorts of things, the rear is stable because Liam is there.

If Liam hadn't been on the capital star, he would have been hampered by the Calvinists.

Klaus, with a stomachache, turned his gaze on Tia, who was shining his eyes.

"You idiots are noisy. Operators, keep your noises on the list. We don't need it."

It's just that Liam isn't stupid either.

I didn't think a fleet of this size could operate on Klaus, and I was sending a tier.

Klaus' position is like being an admirer.

But Tia ignores all the chores, so the hard-won Klaus takes it on.

"Lord Tia, do you have a plan to fight the United Kingdom?

Cleo, looking nervous, was asking a familiar tier.

Klaus also had a meeting beforehand...

"I'll worry about the ad hoc. In the first place, when it comes to fighting on this scale, it doesn't go as expected."

Licitea seems anxious.

"Can you win? In fact, the enemy is twice as good as ours."

Neither did Licitea expect all her allies to follow these instructions.

To such a licitaire, Tia is laughing with her neck clenched.

"Twice? Your Royal Highness, have the right perception. This is a triplet situation, so to speak. The United Kingdoms can't see the Imperial Army and judge it as an enemy ally."

Sights of as many as six million fleets moving were deformed and displayed in front of the Klaus.

There is a fleet moving in defiance of this order before it reaches the battlefield.

A mixed fleet of patrol fleets.

The fleet that arrives on the battlefield then tries to make its way to the planned location.

In the meantime, there was a fleet that ignored orders.

"Oh, you got a traitor out quick. - Well, let's get rid of it from these guys first."

Tia manipulates the screen in front of him to give instructions to the fleet.

"Our aim is the victory of Master Liam! - Let's try to get the traitor to work too."

The last word was a surprisingly cold voice around me.

Norden, I regret betraying Master Liam.

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United Kingdom Army.

Six thousand ships, led by the Earl of Norden, were fleeting with the other nobles.

A fleet of nearly 100,000 ships, occupying one of the planets in imperial territory.

Count Norden, who is spraying cigars on the bridge of a battleship, had received communications from the Imperial Army.

"Count, we have regular contact from the Imperial Army. Next Operation Announced"

Receive reports from subordinates and review the contents.

"Hmm, His Royal Highness Cleo has reduced the number and placed the fake of the total flagship - that the real thing is a small fleet? The Imperial Army doesn't seem to know the battle."

It was a blinding operation for the enemy.

However, there are some examples of this success in the past, so there is no doubt about it.

There's no way a total flagship can move in a small fleet! So presumed, there is also a losing interstellar state.

Count Norden decided to report this to his manager.

"Report it to me. Damn, it's easy just to watch the war. I really don't feel sorry for the people who are killing each other."

Without remaining on the front line like this, Count Norden was thinking of doing it over.

The same goes for the nobles around us.

"Don't feel bad."

Whether that was against Liam or against his allies - I couldn't judge the surroundings.

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Meanwhile, the Imperial Army's total flagship will receive new information.

"The United Kingdom Army is 300,000 ships, destroying a mixed fleet! We have 60,000 ships damaged!

Tia, who heard the report, performs a chest painful act.

Hold your chest with your hand and hold your face with your opposite hand.

"How sad. He told me to rush back into position, but couldn't the Mixed Fleet hear me through the end?"

The disturbing bad servicemen and the disturbing noble brothers disappeared with one piece of information.

Among the nobles, there were also a large number of Calvinist associates.

Liam's enemies, if I may say so.

But it is also the same Imperial Army.

That was erased by information manipulation.

Klaus gets cold in his spine.

(This woman - fuckin 'did it!?)

Suddenly we lost as many as 60,000 of our allies, but we have zero sense of sadness.

Anyway, it's the enemy that's down.

Cleo's eyes on Tia contained a fright somewhere.

"- He said he'd pull his legs from side to side, etc."

Tia seemed to smile at Cleo's emotions.

"That's what I used to think. But, Your Highness - in combat on this scale, it's something that pulls your legs together. In fact, if you're wrong, we're the ones who disappeared like a mixed fleet."

Licitea has a blue face, but Chelsea sitting in the chair is nibbling.

Looks like Chelsea's getting interested, too.

"This is war. No, it's the right thing to do. It's on the battlefield that people shine ugliest and most beautifully"

Klaus has a stomachache.

(These guys are really - how come our Knights don't have many decent knights?

Tia gives the following orders:

"All right, touch around that His Highness Cleo has managed to escape. Our enemies will be confused by the information we have about the enemy spies lurking here and this information. Look for the dull enemies of the movement and we will advance the battle in our favor!

Cleo's fleet, which then destroyed 100,000 of the confused United Kingdom troops - will soon carry out the next operation.

"Well, shall we go hunting a confused enemy? The enemy is in a state of utter suspicion. The battlefield will be more chaotic from here on out."

Tia was a norrinoli.

"Everything, for the triumph of Master Liam!

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On one battlefield, a fleet of nine million ships repeat the war.

You are right to say that it is a strategic simulation game staged in a vast universe.

Secure the planet, build the base, take it, take it - and betray, betray.

In one of these wars, a hell of a story is born.

This war is not strange for hundreds of years if it goes badly, but it was coming to an end sooner than expected.

The Earl of Norden was being pursued by his allies, the United Kingdom Army.

Allies that have been reduced to three thousand ships.

Twenty thousand ships from the United Kingdom army are coming after us.

"Norden, you conspired against us!

'I didn't know you were working with the Empire, pretending to be on our side!

You're not the only one left alive!

He was under obstinate (persistent) pursuit from allies who had murdered nobles, military men - family, friends and lovers.

That is also due to information from Count Norden.

The Imperial Army was internally divided, and they got information that the dispersed Cleo faction was assembling for resurrection.

You can aim there.

The Imperial Army, hostile to the Cleo faction, will cooperate -.

The United Kingdom forces also shredded their enemies from time to time and believed this with high morale.

The result - it was not the Cleo faction that was assembling, but the collaborators of the empire that were fleeing.

It is the allies that the United Kingdom attacked and struck hard.

After the battle, it was the fleet of millions of Cleo factions that struck the United Kingdom army, which had drained its weapons and ammunition.

And Tia sent communications to the United Kingdom forces on the spot.

"Thank you, Count Norden. Thanks to you, the Empire triumphs. You can expect a reward. '

The nobles and soldiers of the surviving Calvin faction.

And the Count of Norden has also been made hostile by the United Kingdom.

"Why? Why are you doing this? The liaison officer should have been making sure!

The Earl of Norden, pursued by his allies, then fled back to the territory with his allies, down to three hundred ships.

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Calvinist spies gathered around the tier.

"- That's enough. Thank you very much."

As their appearance is wrapped in black liquid, they quickly change shape.

These are the dark areas with masks on.

"Sir Liam's orders."

"We've taken care of the other spies that got in."

"Norden has still betrayed you."

Tia bites her back teeth off.

"I didn't know you were truly betraying Master Liam - you were such a fool."

If I took sides here with the first information, I would have treated it differently since then.

"He's bound to betray you - it's what Liam said."

When the dark part says so, Tia smiles, saying, "The boulder is like Liam."

"The United Kingdom army has asked for a truce. Three months - that was surprisingly fast. But now it looks like Mr. Liam will have a good report. Enemies within the Empire have also been reduced considerably."

Nearly a million in numbers.

Many have escaped, but the war has ended in victory.

The Calvinist nobles and military fled, with some damage, but still ending in satisfactory results.

One of the dark parts was laughing at the bumps.

"There's been a hell of a lot of damage."

However, if you look only at the results - quite a bit of damage, it would be treated as a hard win.

"But our damage is minimal. And winning wins, right? We want to punish the fleet that fled before our enemies."

Imperially only triumph. But from Liam, it is a great victory without complaint.

"If we go back, we can pursue the Calvinists on this grounds. - Oh, I see Master Liam's victory! Supporting it on your side is, wah, wah!

Leaving Tia immersed in a world of paranoia, the dark parts disappeared into the shadows.

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"Oh, I see Liam's defeat!

Capital star.

The conductor, who was doing well recently, was smiling when he saw the news that the Imperial Army had won, albeit with enormous damage.

"While Liam's guy was playing around at the party, the Imperial Army was devastated. This is a liability issue."

As I watched Liam get more and more unhappy, the conductor couldn't stop laughing.

Always smiling now.

Liam's gratitude for burning herself also makes me laugh and forgive now.

Anyway, Liam is constantly furious right now.

Ever since I heard the information that could be delivered from the territory, I've always been furious.

I'm sure territory is tough too.

"We're almost there. Soon, Liam will know everything and be unhappy."

The conductor walking around the capital star while skipping was sucking in if there was any misfortune there.

A man with a desperate face was sitting in an alley drinking.

"Damn it! Whatever you do, it won't work. Why would I..."

Passing beside the man who drank it, the guide sucked up the man's misfortune to take his nourishment.

"Oh, man's misfortune was quite something right now. Uh-huh, misfortune is delicious today!

Then a communication entered the terminal in the man's chest pocket.

A man is responding unfathomably.

"What the heck!? Anyway, I something-- eh!? Ho, is that true? Did the nobles like you? My designed clothes!?"

A request apparently came to a man who had previously been a designer who didn't ring and didn't fly.

It is also a fairly expensive paid job.

The conductor is not interested in happiness.

"It's always this when you suck up misfortune. Huh, it's ya, it's ya. We just have to make Liam unhappy."

The happier I make Liam, the more unhappy Liam becomes.

Even today, the conductor was working to gather misfortune and make Liam happy.

As the conductor walked away, there was one dog from the back of the trash can placed in the alley - he was necked when he saw the conductor.

If you were a drunk man, you are showing willingness for a new job.

"The Countess of Banfield and the Samurai? You just have to design those two dresses!? What are you wearing? - At least ten!? Ho, what's the reward!? - Do it! I'll make ten or twenty! Good. Now I can feed my family."

The designer weeps and rejoices - and runs out.

The dog followed the designer.