Bab 77: Arena Three: The Fall IV

"Damn it!"

Felicia yelled as she smashed her fists on the table. In front of her was the screen where Arnold was giving his speech just up until a few moments ago.

"How did he get access to the central broadcast station? Didn't we restrict them?!"

Felicia turned towards the Imperial Guard working as her assistant, but the female guard seemed terrified.

"Y-yes, Your Majesty. However, they all defected..."

"What?! All of them?"

Felicia asked, shocked to her core.

"N-no, Your Majesty. But a majority of them had defected... and those who did not want to desert were killed."

The assistant mumbled while looking down. She didn't want Felicia's anger to fall on her.

"How?! How can an entire squadron just defect?!"

She couldn't fathom how such a thing would be possible... But the assistant's next words made sense to her.