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Viscount Tryde rendezvoused with the main force.

By that time, Marquis Hampson had finished reorganizing the fleet.

Though I say finished, he had merely forcibly gathered the surviving vessels.

Even if the quality of the ships was good, a fleet hastily formed on the battlefield seemed to lack cohesion.

After observing the situation, Viscount Tryde made his way to the fortress-class ship that would serve as the flagship.

It wasn't the fortress-class grand flagship that Cleo had been using, but one that the punitive expeditionary force possessed.

The grand flagship had already been destroyed by the Banfield family and had likely become space debris.

As Viscount Tryde arrived at the place where the principal members were holding a meeting, he took a deep breath before entering.

He had to calm himself, even just a little, or he felt he might punch Cleo.

"—Pardon the intrusion."