The air was filled with a faint scent of spices, which, upon closer examination, could be distinguished as the smell of lacquer. Coupled with the cleanliness of the entire space, devoid of even a speck of dust, it wasn't hard to imagine that this battleship was a newly constructed warship that had recently completed its outfitting, a stark contrast to the cramped and odorous cabins of the newly built Endeavor.
Ordinarily, Minerva would meticulously observe and record every detail of this warship, and although each comparison with the Charlemagne battleships left her despondent, she still persisted in collecting every detail about her potential adversaries.
At that moment, Minerva was simply hugging her knees, her face buried deeply between them.
