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There are spaceships known as fortress-class.

They are massive battleships, also called mobile fortresses.

Sitting in the commander-in-chief's seat on the bridge of one such ship was Cleo.

In addition to his knight escorts, butlers and maids were standing by around him.

Knights and soldiers were also present, but away from Cleo's immediate vicinity, Imperial military personnel were bustling about.

"Short-range warp successful!"
"No enemy contacts in the vicinity!"
"Assume formation immediately!"

Watching the fortress-class commanders and captains issue one order after another, Cleo took the drink offered to him by a maid.

"Are we just going to watch from here?"

A military officer nearby—Cleo's military advisor, an admiral—answered his question.

He was an elderly man with a long and distinguished military career, his uniform adorned with numerous medals.