The Story of an Ace Pilot Who Is the Only Man in an Alien Army Where Chastity Has Been Reversed

gets mixed with blood.
The battleship that had fallen earlier was the one that Kisei marked for concentrated attack.

The receiver of the I-con system does not only pick up the brainwaves of the pilot but also of the people in the area.
Kisei perceived clearly that hundreds of lives had just been snuffed out in an instant.

“…….damn it!”

However, there’s no time for him to sort out his emotions.
Perhaps due to blood loss, his vision started to blur.
He can’t see clearly anymore.
Still, it might be better this way.
Kisei shut his eyes.
He can steer a striker even with his eyes closed.
After all, the information from the cameras and sensors can be transmitted directly to his brain through the I-con system.
It will take a heavy toll on him but he has no other choice.

After around 10 minutes, 4 of the Noredian battleships have been sunk in total.
On the other hand, although the Calencian fleet also suffered some damage, only one of their battleships was sunk.

“You still can’t find the enemy flagship yet!?”

While suppressing the impatience inside her, Diaroze asks her staff.

“Not yet, Ma’am.
The Calencian do not have any special ship.
We’ve only been able to identify standard battleships so far……..”

“Ugh……damn penniless country! Just target the ships that look the newest first! You don’t have to sink them, just landing a good blow on their bridge is enough!”

Diaroze knows that the enemy commander here is Queen Alisha.
If she can kill Alisha, the enemy’s command will shatter and they should be able to push through.

And perhaps her prayer was heard by the heavens, an AP-shell fired from the [Odelvansen] landed on the bridge of the [Glorious].
Although it could not penetrate the armor plate, it did cause tremendous damage to the command room.

“Damn…..not that one huh!”

However, the enemy fleet still functions.
They continue to make pinpoint concentrated attacks on their weaker ships.
Thinking that the enemy commander is still alive, Diaroze clenched her teeth.

“Your Highness, we can’t hold out at this rate……please sortie! If Your Highness can kill that mercenary then we still have a chance of winning!”

It is clear that the enemy’s pint-point attacks were enabled by the information provided by the [Caliburn-Revive].
However, shooting him down is no easy task.
That’s why the staff plead to Diaroze, who is in possession of the Noredian most powerful striker, to deal with him.
Not to mention that her appearance on the battlefield will increase the soldiers’ morale as well.

“Fools! How do you not notice that it’s exactly his aim to lure me out! If I go out, it would only get more convenient for them!”

If she has to be honest, Diaroze does not have the confidence that she can win against Kisei in a one-on-one fight.
Moreover, if she gets defeated in single combat, the morale of her fleet will plummet to an irreversible level.

“Your Highness! It’s enemy reinforcements! 50 missile vessels and destroyers.
They are being escorted by a large number of strikers as well! They are approaching us at high speed from 8 o’clock.”

“ARGHHHHH!!”

Diaroze finally screamed.
The Calencian force that was being stalled by their secondary units has arrived.
Under normal circumstances, these missile vessels and destroyers are nothing to them.
However, in a confused state like this, they stand a chance of breaking through the Noredian escort fleet.

“…….Withdraw all ships! Have the damaged ship withdraw from battle and leave this system at full speed! The [Odelvansen] will act as the rear guard!”

Given the situation, she has no other choice.
The Calencian is gaining an edge on them.
To not let the damage spread any further, Diaroze was forced to withdraw.

Although it suffered great damage, her fleet did not suffer to the extent that it reached the point of no return yet.
While fighting back, the Noredian fleet pulls out of the system with precise maneuvers.

With the Calencian fleet in no state to give chase, the distance between the two sides is rapidly increasing.

“……it’s finally over.”

In the cockpit reeked with the smell of blood, Kisei mutters to himself.
He fired his thruster and headed toward the Calencian fleet but suddenly, everything went silent.
His propellant has run out.
The [Caliburn-Revive] crashes and rolls on the surface, blowing up clouds of dirt.

“Uugh.”

With a strong final impact, the striker finally came to a stop.
It appeared that he crashed onto one of the sunken Noredian battleships.
In his hazy consciousness, Kisei reached toward the crimson armor plate displayed on his main monitor.

“If I don’t…..get stronger………never again……..”

After saying that much, his consciousness was completely cut off.