The handover of responsibilities was completed swiftly.
One day, Lyra personally delivered the meticulously organized documents to Conners' office.
"Thank you, Rear Admiral Shedd," Conners said, his plump face beaming with a ruddy glow. "I deeply regret the circumstances. I never expected Fleet Admiral Frederick to make such an arrangement. But don't worry—when the time comes and you're needed, he'll surely send you back to the front lines."
Behind Lyra, Phelixes clenched his fists, barely restraining his anger. Yet, without Lyra's orders, he remained still.
"We're both just following orders. It doesn't matter," Lyra said with a salute. "Wishing you success in your new post, sir."
Conners chuckled, interpreting her words as thinly veiled sarcasm.
With Dale's recent interference in Lyra's affairs having subsided, Conners' hostility toward her had become increasingly overt.
