Ch.211Failure means war, success means…. (5)

# Chapter 211: Failure Means War, Success Means… (5)

While the vast majority of the Prosnack Federation’s border surveillance systems were focused on the fleet (not really) gathered near the border line.

-Whoooosh…

Our Levia was crossing the Prosnack border faster than anyone else, using her vessel built with superior Dark Age technology.

And utilizing the cloaking system built into the ship.

Although in the process, due to the massive size of the vessel…

“Whoa, whoa, whoa?!”

“Holy shit!”

…There was a minor close call where they almost collided with a passing civilian vessel.

“Please rest assured, everyone. This ship’s maneuverability is incomparable to the shoddy vessels of the current era.”

Thanks to our Levia performing stunts like inertial drifts with a massive ship dozens of kilometers long.

The plan that Arto and the Diplomatic Enforcement personnel had worked on for nearly half a year, sweating blood and tears, was saved from failing right from the start.

Anyway, after a series of bizarre situations, Levia finally arrived at the destination.

-Whirrrr…!

“Optical camouflage system activated, ship hangar hatch open.”

“Ohhh.”

Reminiscent of Hea×ro’s In×inity, stealth destroyers of the Purge Squad began to launch one by one from Levia’s hull.

And once launched, these destroyers began to spread out in all directions.

After journeys lasting from a few days to as long as two weeks.

-“Headquarters, this is Ship 14. Just arrived at the destination.”

-“Confirmed. Proceed to the next phase of the operation.”

-“Understood.”

The destroyers that reached their destinations now deployed “electronic warfare assault boats” optimized with modifications according to Arto’s specifications.

To be precise, these were essentially radio jammers with engines attached, leaving the warm embrace of their mothership destroyers to be scattered across the harsh Prosnack Federation’s natural environment(?).

But unlike the destroyers leaving Levia.

From the electronic warfare assault boats leaving the destroyers…

-BEEEEEEEEEEP!

“Ha, disgustingly noisy.”

“Not just noisy, they’re broadcasting jamming signals in all directions, drawing every bit of aggro possible.”

“Ah, damn it.”

The Purge Squad members and Prosnack Marines dispatched by Arto, gripping their control sticks.

“KYAAAAAAAH!!!”

Began their frenzied dash across the entire Prosnack territory, emitting interference waves in all directions to block the mind control waves.

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At that very moment, as the assault boats spread like dandelion seeds according to Arto’s arrangement, plunging the entire Prosnack Federation into a whirlpool of chaos.

Near the Sebelli-Prosnack border, an incredibly delicate standoff continued.

And the cause of this standoff was…

“Why aren’t you guys leaving yet?”

“Come on, since we’ve come all this way, we might as well enjoy a little vacation. Don’t be so uptight.”

The Sebelli Imperial fleet that had “escorted” the Prosnack diplomatic ambassador was still lingering right in front of the border.

As a result, despite the slow-moving Ambassador Samiya having already returned.

The Prosnack border guard was still deployed at the border line, spending their days in this state.

And because of this, Commander Mesh, whose hairline was already receding, was suffering from daily nervous tension after enduring trials such as Ambassador Samiya not returning directly to headquarters but instead boarding the flagship to tour the vessel…

“Commander, I have a new report.”

“…What is it?”

“The Sebelli Imperial fleet has just begun to move.”

“What!”

At the news that the fleet that had been causing him immense stress—enough to kill his hair follicles—was moving, Commander Mesh’s expression filled with unparalleled happiness.

Although that expression was so hideous that Ambassador Samiya, the fresh-faced Prosnack high school girl (in her 20s) watching from right beside him, could hardly bear to look at it.

Regardless, Commander Mesh, wearing a happy smile at the hopeful report he had received, said:

“I see, that’s excellent news… So they’re finally leaving to catch those infamous pirates!”

But the commander’s joy did not last long.

“No sir, according to our current understanding… they appear to be docking their fleet at a temporary station established on a satellite near the border zone.”

“…”

“It seems they’re planning to settle down here…”

Perhaps it was because they were now engaging in behavior that was close to outright provocation, without even the pretense of an excuse.

Commander Mesh instantly transformed into a pitiful female protagonist drowning in despair…

No, he showed the appearance of a middle-aged breadwinner tired of life, seemingly aging ten years in an instant.

And regardless of Commander Mesh’s state, Ambassador Samiya was quietly observing the situation from inside the bridge of the border guard flagship.

‘It should be about time for some communication, whether the operation succeeded or failed.’

After all, what was the reason she and that fleet were still lingering here?

According to Arto and the Diplomatic Enforcement’s plan, a grand mental domination wave disruption operation on Prosnack’s mainland.

Codenamed “Chaos Creation.”

While it was happening, they needed to keep the border guard and its leadership tied up here, as they could potentially shut down the operation early.

The problem was that for the sake of the operation’s secrecy.

Ambassador Samiya had no way of knowing in real-time how the operation was progressing.

‘When on earth will I get a message?’

She could only wait for an indefinite contact while focusing on keeping the Prosnack border guard tied to the border line.

But there are limits to everything.

If the situation dragged on for weeks like this, it was only natural that even the greatest Prosnack soldiers would become irritable.

“Commander, shouldn’t we consider the current situation as essentially a show of force by Sebelli?”

“Yes, I believe we should contact headquarters now and request additional reinforcements.”

It was also understandable that typical Prosnack-style staff organizations were suggesting aggressive measures to resolve this situation.

After all, they had reached the limits of their patience due to the “provocative” actions that had continued for weeks.

Because of this, Ambassador Samiya was unconsciously biting her nails, wrapped in anxiety…

But then.

-Beep!

A small but clear notification sound came from Ambassador Samiya’s terminal as she sat in her seat.

Filled with anxiety, Ambassador Samiya immediately took out her terminal to check the notification.

And the single message written on the screen of the terminal with the notification:

[Success.]

The moment she saw that short message.

Ambassador Samiya, who had been trembling with anxiety and showing a high school girl-like (in her 20s) appearance, as if that previous demeanor had been a lie.

-Click, clack.

Rose from her seat, with the sound of her long boots’ heels—characteristic of Prosnack diplomatic attire—hitting the floor.

“Commander! Massive information loss has occurred in the rear areas!”

“Communication with Supply Bases 4, 5, and 19 has been cut off!”

“Regular reports from the 98th Patrol Fleet have stopped!”

The border guard command was thrown into chaos due to the success of Arto’s “Chaos Creation.”

And at the center of it all, Ambassador Samiya approached Commander Mesh, who now seemed likely to have fewer remaining hairs than the ones he had already lost.

Naturally, Commander Mesh and the border guard leadership also looked at Ambassador Samiya with puzzled expressions as she suddenly approached them—specifically the commander—revealing her presence.

Under their gaze, Ambassador Samiya gestured to Commander Mesh requesting a private audience.

Following his agreement, as soon as they entered the captain’s quarters near the bridge.

Ambassador Samiya quietly began speaking to the commander.

“Commander Mesh? Would you be willing to… do as I suggest?”

Of course, Commander Mesh initially showed a violent rejection to Ambassador Samiya’s subsequent words—her plan for a coup d’état to become Prosnack’s supreme commander—but…

The “methods” and “results” presented by Ambassador Samiya.

And the news of the neutralization of the mental domination waves that had maintained the central government’s control throughout the mainland.

The moment he realized that Ambassador Samiya’s words were true and simultaneously a highly feasible plan.

“Our Sebelli sector border guard pledges loyalty to Ambassador Zhad Samiya Halabi`dus.”

“Very good.”

The commander, having successfully assessed the situation, was the quickest to bow his head and join Ambassador Samiya’s coup.