"We should’ve built the ship earlier. Before, we were shattered by a Federal Center envoy. If there had been a fleet for protection, they wouldn’t have dared to be so reckless," soone comnted.
"I wonder if they’ve designed a new eighth-generation warship. Otherwise, the seventh-generation technology is still too outdated."
"It should be a new-style warship. I heard they’ve invited technicians from the ’Jade Dragon’ to help assist in designing the warship’s blueprints."
"That is reassuring."
"The ’Jade Dragon’ led by Her Highness should be the strongest faction in the Federation by now, right?"
"Prin Coco still can’t beat Tilan. They were rivals back in high school, but every ti, it was Prin who lost."
"According to so malicious speculations, it’s all because Prin Coco has red hair, as in many youth romance literature and films, redheads are always the losers."
"Ah, is there such a theory? Shouldn’t it be blondes instead?"
"But both blondes and yellow-haired individuals have seen a lot of success, so the sense of destiny isn’t as strong, I suppose."
"Ahem, where are you going with this conversation? Don’t make such casual theories about Her Highness Prin Coco."
"Alright, today’s club activities end here. Everyone, go ho. See you tomorrow."
"Goodbye~"
"Bye-bye." In the campus, a few students stepped out of the classroom into the glow of the setting sun.
...
At the sa ti, the Federal Central Council also beca aware of the Eastern Star Region’s Three Songstress Alliance’s plans.
"An independent fleet?" Prin leaned back in her chair, pondering.
"It’s not that I look down on them, but with the twelve Star Domains they currently control, given the local industrial strength, it would take them at least 20 years to build a fleet of the sa scale as the ’Jade Dragon’."
"In 20 years, Tilan and I will have long settled our score, and they won’t be a concern anymore." She shook her head, indifferent.
"Though Otibelo is a senior, she advanced to Moon Level Songstress too late, and the chance to break into Sunlit Level is hopeless, so she’s not worth fearing."
"Although Shui Yanqing has so talent, her background is her Achilles’ heel. She couldn’t possibly beco the leading Songstress within the Federation, so she’s of no concern either."
"Luo Fenghua has extraordinary talent, but she’s always engrossed in the Pan-Eastern Camp circle. It’s her making and her downfall. Nowadays is the Interstellar Era, yet she’s still tinkering with narrow nationalistic narratives. No wonder her influence can’t extend beyond the Eastern Star Region."
"Let’s set their matters aside. I don’t have the ti to bother with them right now."
"Yes, Your Highness." The intelligence officer beside her put away the report and prepared to leave.
However, as he was about to leave, he paused, turned around, and asked.
"So what should the priority for future intelligence be?"
"Of course, it’s our old rival Hexia Tilan. Besides her, who else requires our cautious attention? Is she still hiding away in the countryside, showing no responsibility?"
"Well... reportedly, Lord Tilan hasn’t appeared in the public eye recently, and the Southern Star Region is exceptionally quiet."
"Strange, does she have no desire to compete or need to showcase herself?"
"If it were , I’d certainly trumpet the victory a bit, encouraging everyone’s confidence and pride."
"Never mind, that’s just her character. I knew it back in high school." With that, Prin waved her hand, signaling the subordinate to leave.
Recalling the scene when they first t, the timid Tilan, Prin found herself amused once again. She had clearly underestimated her back then.
Having such a rival might also be a kind of fortune—illuminating each other, understanding one another, and ultimately, appreciating each other’s strengths.
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