At this moment, Mainsen knew he was no longer suitable to speak. His old eyes eagerly looked at his old partner—Fleet Commander General Oderich, as the words of this highest authority of the fleet were his last hope.
After all, this matter actually did not harm the fleet's interests in the slightest, except for the unfortunate Major Aiven who would certainly be displeased. The fat and lean spoils were still in the Third Fleet's own pot.
Meeting Mainsen's expectant gaze, General Oderich knew he couldn't remain silent any longer. Arguing over the allocation of a battleship like this was simply out of line.
"Today's meeting did not originally include this topic, but since General Mainsen brought it up, then...."
Knock.. knock... knock...
The general was about to announce his decision when the tightly closed meeting room door was suddenly knocked.
