Upon hearing this, Gabriel Corps Commander's brow twitched, and his expression changed.
'The North Wind Legion!?'
'That old fox, Jais?'
'If the North Wind Legion gets to meddle in the East Sea, it'll be a total nightmare! This is the East Sea, territory the Rage Tide Legion has managed for decades. How can he let someone else horn in on it!?'
Master Cole, who had been silent at the side, suddenly spoke up. His voice was as raspy as sandpaper. "If Lynch manages to achieve something more..."
He trailed off, but the unspoken implication was clear to everyone present.
If Lynch were to achieve something more in the name of the "North Wind Legion Naval Detachment"—say, wiping out a major pirate fleet or suppressing an Abyssal Rift—the entire Empire would think his Rage Tide Legion was incompetent!
A task that three great fleets and tens of thousands of soldiers couldn't accomplish was handled by a tiny naval detachment from a North Wind Legion battle group?
