Abraham along with Laplace and Charlotte walked through the metallic and somewhat futuristic-looking hallway of the Port of Dawn's command center. Along the way, he felt the gaze of each personnel that passed right by the three of them.
Although a bit uncomfortable, he understood their confusion when their fleet admiral just grew out of nowhere despite being a middle-aged man. It was already enough that none of them were questioning his identity as the fleet admiral and misunderstanding him as an imposter.
"That's what you get for breaking out of your potential, Abraham. You get stared at by your own subordinates." Laplace cheekily remarked, making Abraham glare at her as there was no need to spell it out in front of him.
"I guess they are merely curious about the sudden change, Fleet Admiral. It's strange for a middle-aged man to get hit by arrow of puberty." Charlotte joined in, slightly chuckled at the circumstance of her superior.
