Thoroughly polished and glowing marble like a mirror. Wooden conditioning. Will I be over sixty years old for the finest chair braided using tweezers? One man in military uniform sits with a pleasant smile on his face. A short distance away from it is the figure of Dean, kneeling and drooling his head.
"I see... I got the overview. I mean, you're on my side, right?
Really happy, a man smiles. And Dean returns a beautiful reply with a "ha".
"I am confident that I can make a contribution to the army and empire under your protection in awe."
"Um, good... right. Your current position is not worthy of you. [M] We have to give people as good as you a position to do so."
"Yes, I'm afraid so."
"Hehe... Sure, you still had an appreciation for the introduction of the new weapon in the example. That would be a good excuse. It's a little unusual, but let's just add two stars to the collar. Is that all right?
"Yes, thank you for your concern."
Keeping his face down, Dean smiles with an indelible grin. It's not official, but I took the word for it. Now I'm going to fly a step up the ranks. I know it's a lot, but I know it better than it was.
"You didn't tell anyone else about this, did you?
"Yes, Your Excellency, let me report to you first."
"Great. Don't leak anything else in the future... especially if it's never known to Marshal Cornelius' officials"
"Yes, I understand."
"Um. Then back off. I'm looking forward to it."
"Ha, excuse me for this"
Dean turns back on his heels in a crisp motion, following the man's instructions. Once you turn around before opening the door, ring your heels and salute. "Excuse me," he said again, leaving the room behind.
"... now I'm a faction too. I don't know how we're going to get out of this, even though it was inevitable."
Dean, who followed the door that said the marshal's office, walks down the hall and turns his thoughts on the future. He had never belonged to a faction within the army before and was in a neutral position. There was anxiety about belonging to the faction, but expectations existed that exceeded them.
"We need to carry things as secretly as we can… Sooner or later, the Cornelius will notice, but even then, we have to admit, we need to move on to the stage."
Looking up at the ceiling, bumping and squeaking Dean.
Marshal Reinhardt von Bismarck, whom he saw earlier, had formed a powerful faction within the Imperial Army and was in that hostile relationship with the Cornelius faction. The Cornelius faction was the most gigantic faction in the army, and Dean was originally thinking of belonging there. But the card in his hand was powerful, and he was going to make the most of it.
"If we are to sell thanks, it is better for those in distress"
If you are a Bismarck who has been obliquely yang for the last 150 years, you will buy the most expensive card you have. It was a dangerous bet, but he had no hesitation in making his decision. Lost gives me prudence, but he didn't need it now. He was naturally more aware of what he was at the time of the battle than anyone else. We have to push forward.
"I guess I have to thank Lord Taylor... No, or will I resent him?
Dean laughs at the thought and laughter of the man who brought about the oversized bomb called the Razor Metal Refining Method. That bomb will be a powerful force against your opponent, but if you do poorly, you will smash yourself to pieces. He had no faith in Taro's claim that he had discovered it by accident, but it didn't matter. It was enough that someone discovered it and intended to provide it here.
"Don't get busy."
He was going to emit in a fed up manner, but that didn't work.
"Aurai, aurai...... yes stop. Etta, how's it going here?
Taro fine-tunes the ship as he stares at the detailed map in the universe. The operation of unfamiliar ship types remained, but the basic manoeuvres were the same as those of Plum. It would be different if it were a fight, but at least enough to serve this purpose.
"Yeah, Taylor. This is the noisiest place. It's like rainbow curtains are shaking in the wind... but I don't like Etta. Looks like he's inside the station now. Shut up, shut up, don't like it."
Etta, who closed her eyes, pointed her mouth in a grumpy manner, slamming her legs with her hips down on the floor. "Because I'll be right away," Taro joins his hands, sorry, stretching the joint tube to the ship that was walking right next to him. A simple mechanism for moving from ship to ship.
"That concludes the first phase. Let's get the other three in a good position... Alan, how about that one?
Taro with his face up and his eyes on the comms machine. Alan's face immediately appears on the monitor, and he shows people a bad grin.
"" Looks like there's no problem, Admiral. Sensitive, enough bands. You just paid high bills. ""
When Alan says so with Thumbs-up, he forwards the data that proves Taro's former navel. Taro leaks his breath when he looks right through it, apparently going well.
In this sense it could be said that expensive ships required a large amount of credit to the extent that they showed a shade in the surplus funds of Rising Sun, and were an essential part of this operation.
"Hey, are you sure you don't want to put on an escort? If they sink, I'm not kidding. Forget it.
Marl, who knows the procurement price of the ship, looks anxiously at Taro.
"As I've explained before, it's a priority not to be found. This guy will tease you about combat, but he should be a lot better than Plum for hiding. Come on, let's get on with it."
Taro raising his hips and urging Marl and Etta to the door. He shifts his eyes to a few employees who will remain on this ship for a while, then he aligns his fingers and sends his most salutations. They are excellent crew, selected from the Security Department.
"Well, thank you. I repeat, this is an important assignment, but I think my tenure will be considerably longer. It's gonna be tough, but good luck."
"Ha, I intend to understand the importance of this mandate very well. President, I'll take care of the rest."
Taro smiles back at the confident smiling crew and walks out the hallway quickly toward the joint tube. There were many things that had to be done, and time was equivalent to a person's life.
A pair of men and women staring into the blue universe from a window taken large in the front. Outside the windows, countless ships seemed busy coming and going there, and huge spheres existed at the centre of them.
"Drive particles, we have enough. Drive time is expected to be approximately an hour from now."
From behind the two, a fearful subordinate emanates. When they respond by nodding at it, they turn their gaze to the window again.
"Will it work... I can't help but be anxious to be honest"
Lynn tends to lean slightly.
"It'll work. My son-in-law's idea."
Sakura, by contrast, as if nothing suspicious or anything. When Lynn got a small laugh at it, she thought she was jealous.
"I hope so...... we are also using quite a few ships and funds across the EAP in doing this one. Direct combat forces will be more difficult than ever."
"That's well, you won't have a choice. What's the same thing about fighting and commerce that has to be done with limited resources?
"Yeah, that's true... I'm confused because there's no precedent for how many minutes. Especially when I was brought up with this one, I honestly held my head wondering what was going on. If you do it poorly, the alliance can be tilted."
You look troubled, pounding your head, Lynn. Sakura looking sideways at it and humming her nose.
"What would the Supreme Commander do without grandeur? The details are all you have to think about. I've been taught the commander's job is to be prestigious with a look that says he understands everything."
"Haha...... maybe that's true. I don't like it, but my father used to tell me something similar. Even if you don't know something, you should never put it on the table... Mr. Taylor is going to say you don't know that clearly."
"Um. Well, my son-in-law is special. Unlike us, he maintains morale by making his men think they can't leave him alone. That would be talent, too."
"Unlike us, is it? Oh, no, nothing."
Lynn said, "Isn't that what you are?" Send the gaze to Sakura, but disappear into butt blush because the person in question doesn't seem to realize it at all.
"... but surely Mr. Taylor may be special. I've never seen such a president before. [M] It's appropriate, it's just a hit, it's like a child, it brings absurd stories."
Lynn laughs bitterly, recalling numerous orders since the start of the Enzio War. Taro was never a hero to everyone in the EAP, and only a limited number of people knew what he was capable of.
It also means that no matter how much operational planning he does, there is no influence within the EAP just to make it happen. Therefore, Lynn has tried to realize Tai Lang's contemplative strategy as best she could by sometimes falsely saying it was her own proposal, or sometimes persuading all the places involved over and over again. As he once did to his dingo opponent, this time he also believed that he would save the EAP crisis.
"Ha ha, right. Neither do I. I've never seen such a president. But..."
Sakura takes Lynn's word for it and laughs with pleasure. When she turns back to Lynn, she smiles uncontrollably.
"Still, that guy can do something about it. Something to make you think so. Also, my son-in-law has it."
Sakura with a really good smile and I assure you clearly. Lynn said yes briefly because she totally agreed with that.