Duke Meyer erupted in a furious tirade, the flesh on his cheeks quivering with residual shadows.
At this moment, General Moochi unexpectedly remarked, "I thought your claimed victories of two or three hundred aircraft were exaggerated."
"You!"
"Enough!" The head of the Imperial Ministry interjected, "In times like this, we should unite and think about how to change the course of the war!"
This statement plunged the temperature in the lounge to freezing point, silencing everyone.
Just then, the bunker guards led two strangers into the lounge.
"Please wait here for a moment, we will report to His Majesty at once—"
Before he finished speaking, the door on the other side of the lounge opened, and the Prosen Emperor entered the room.
The officers hastily stood up, raising their right hands: "Long live His Majesty!"
The Emperor waved his hand, his eyes fixed intently on the two people the guards had just brought in: "Have you brought it?"
