In the semicircular command room of the Gazalin Empire, Stephen stood respectfully behind Liebgoet. The small, thin old man before him transformed into a different person the moment he took his position to command the battle — from a genial and ordinary mentor to a decisive and ruthless general, making everyone who looked at the command post filled with awe. Stephen had followed Liebgoet for three years. He wasn't afraid of this old man, but it was better to remain a bit respectful towards someone who could be such a powerful ally.
"Teacher, why did we let them come in through the Space Jump Port?" Stephen, though roughly understanding the reason, couldn't help but ask for confirmation.
"Since we can't block them, we should just let it go," Liebgoet said lightly, as if such a question didn't even need to be answered.
