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Proxima Centauri b.

"No, this is terrible!"

"Lord Augustus! Something has happened!!"

A slightly shrill shout startled Augustus, who was sleeping in a chair.

He opened his tired eyes and angrily yelled at the person who had come in, "Shut up! What are you yelling about!"

He hadn't slept in his comfortable bed for a long time since the war!

Now, he gets disturbed even when he's resting in a chair!

Thinking about this, Augustus became even angrier!

"Oh, Lord Augustus, the invaders have made their move!"

Lyle's scream was like a bucket of cold water poured over Augustus's head.

After a brief moment of panic, he came to his senses: "They accepted our communication request?"

Lyle paused for a moment, then shook his head violently, saying, "No, it's not!"

"Their warships have all been withdrawn!"

Augustus stood there, stunned.

"Evacuate? How could they possibly evacuate?!"

"Damn it, they're gone, what are we going to do?!"

"How are we supposed to leave this damned planet without their starships?!"

He subconsciously assumed that these invaders had abandoned their attack plan and chosen to explore other habitable star systems.

“Lord Augustus, I’m afraid… I’m afraid they are not evacuating,” Lyle said cautiously.

"The invaders' flagship and supply ships have dispersed."

"They built a giant factory in just one month!"

Augustus froze in place once again.

"A giant factory? In just one month?"

"Do you think I'm stupid?!"

As he spoke, Augustus grabbed Lyle and pulled him to his side, glaring at him fiercely.

"...Your Excellency Augustus, you are welcome to go and see for yourself."

Lyle responded with difficulty.