Chapter:13 War Going On
**Michael's POV**
*Inside a room on a huge ship*
As the boat slices through the waves, I stand in the open quarters intended for high-positioning fighters. It's furnished with two rooms and a stockpiling region, held for me. I wear my protection and set up my sword. A boss gathers me from the boat's quarters, and I notice the boundlessness of the vessel, multiple times bigger than the typical boat, yet monitored by just twenty people, including myself and the commandant. Moving toward me, the administrator talks.
"Sir, it seems we have organization."
"Hostile boats?"
"For sure, sir."
"Then we should not keep them pausing. Prepared the cannons."
"Grasped, sir."
"Guarantee our own vessels are not trapped in the crossfire."
"Great, sir. Fighters, get ready to fire!"
*Fighters get a move on, cannon fire.*
I join the commandant at the gun. A fighter stacks the ammo, and I release it.
*Boom!*
The cannonball strikes the adversary vessel, causing its destruction. However their troopers die, their boats are lost, and I notice a hint of dissatisfaction in the commandant's demeanor.
"Sir, our endeavors yielded less effect than expected."
"Indeed. Maritime fighting may not be our specialty. We will save our arms stockpile for ground fights."
"What's our best course of action?"
"We push forward. How about we center around arriving at the Rritin Realm."
"Grasped, sir. All units, advance!"
*The soldiers charge ahead.*
With around 500 foe infantry on the restricting vessel and 3000 of our own, we arise triumphant, though with a decreased count of 2800. Our process resumes, heading towards the Rritin Domain. Concern distresses me for Sela and Tommy's wellbeing in the capital.
"Sir, daydreaming?"
"Indeed, to be sure."
"Worry for Sela and the Rritin Realm?"
"Exactly."
**Sela's POV**
Lost in considerations of the continuous ocean struggle and Michael's government assistance, I contemplate the situation.
*Tommy enters the room.*
"Sister, what distracts your brain?"
*Sela startles.*
"Goodness, Tommy! You're here! My psyche was meandering."
"Don't bother saying 'sorry'. sister. As the sovereign, your psyche normally floats to Michael."
"You're right. How could you be aware?"
"It's just regular, taking into account Michael is our better half."
"That is valid. How's the conflict advancing? Also, the condition of the country?"
"The conflict admissions well, however concerning the nation..."
"And it?"
"There are agitating improvements inside our nation, but..."
"What sort of advancements?"
"I'm unsure, however the leader of guard will give lucidity. He's on the way to the capital."
"He's coming here?"
"Yes."
*A thump sounds at the entryway, and the leader enters, noticeably perturbed.*
"You might enter."
"Goodness, you're here."
"Appears you've seen a phantom. What's upsetting you?"
"Your Highness, there's... there's..."
"There's what, leader?"
"An unrest fermenting among the plebeians. They're accumulating a military to challenge the realm."
"For what reason would they say they are revolting?"
"The reasons stay indistinct. What's our strategy?"
"To begin with, explain what is going on. Then, at that point, set up our powers to suppress the uprising."
"Figured out, Greatness. I will brief you."
The authority spreads out the subtleties of the approaching rebellion. It seems wild times lie ahead...
The End.