The President, dressed in pajamas, sat in the meeting room, revealing his most disheveled side for the first time in front of everyone.
Not only him, but most of the others also appeared somewhat unkempt—some with unzipped pants, others with traces of lipstick on their faces, and some with tousled hair, showcasing their resistance and resilience against fate.
The President's face was filled with sorrow. He sat behind his desk with his arms crossed. Even though it was midsummer, he felt a chill.
To completely annihilate the Gafura Royal Navy fleet had been a dream for almost every country at some point, but now that it has become reality, it has also become a source of fear.
This is not a trivial matter; no one knows how enraged Emperor Gafura would be. Perhaps a new wave of war could break out, which seems to be the most likely scenario.
"Truman, give us some advice," the President looked at Mr. Truman.
