At the final defense line of Cove…0

More than half of the harbor was already in ruins. The bombardment was relentless, but the Silver Wing Fleet deftly maneuvered just beyond range, locked in a tense standoff.0

“We need to draw them into the firing range of our cannons!” 0

“But... if we miscalculate, our fleet could get caught in the crossfire and suffer heavy losses.”0

“Damn it! Are you telling me we have weapons we can’t even use? What about the duke?”0

“He’s currently engaged in combat. However, half of the golems and magical artillery have been removed from the ships... It seems he’s trying to force a melee battle."0

“M-Melee battle?”0

The harbor defense captain frowned at his subordinate’s report.0

What on earth is His Highness thinking...?0

Despite the fierce battle raging at the front, they were still stuck in Cove. And breaking through the enemy’s bombardment to engage in close combat would mean significant losses even for the Iron Fleet.0

Although he was the genius tactician of the principality, the remaining commanders couldn’t comprehend...0