The war had begun.
Or rather, the war had never actually ended.
"Report to the commander! The Star Observation Agency has detected the enemy's traces! They've appeared!
"They are on standby outside Temir No.5, in a similar state to before. Once we start providing large-scale fire support to the ground again, they will surely rush over and attack our rear."
"Please give your instructions, Commander!"
"Proceed as planned."
"Yes!"
After sending the deputy away, Yelisia stood on the bridge, gazing into the void in front of her.
The "Quintet" she was currently aboard had replaced the Opera Cruiser and had become the flagship of the United Fleet.
Over the past two years, she had been on the front lines of the Temir Battlefield, fighting the Green Skin Orcs.
But to call it fighting was an exaggeration; the battles weren't fierce.
