Very Wrong Reincarnation: Isekai with Game Nation

Vol. 2 Chapter 4

Rothaylor Port

At the largest naval port of Cignus, with only shipyard that was churning out container gunboats, already numbering two dozen, and beginning construction on first Retribution-class destroyer. Furthermore, served as the main fleet refit port for their major ships. Currently, several dozen ships were docked at the port, and a bustling crowd of people could be seen waving around.

The reason — the day of their ruler's departure.
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I glanced at the crowd as my limousine continued to move inside the Rothaylor Port. There were military checkpoints on both sides due to it being a state-controlled naval complex.

"Would you like coffee, sir?" Leo, sitting in front of me, asked.

"Cold tea," I responded. He nodded, getting ice from the fridge and filling a cup with mild tea straight out of a bottle.

"Thank you," I uttered, taking the cup from him.

I sipped the tea, its coldness and calming effect contrasting the excitement outside as our convoy reached the port. There were dozens of people waving our flags and holding placards.

"Quite heartwarming to see your people greeting you with such sincerity," said Mila, the young lady by my side.

She had planned to take a train to their border, a journey of at least two days, but instead opted for horses or wyverns straight to their capital, a trip that would take six days. Our journey, in contrast, was a much shorter seven-day trip, giving us ample time to reach the capital for her 18th birthday on March 14. So I invited her to join our fleet instead.

"Well, I'm their president. If I were nobody, they wouldn't care," I muttered, finishing the tea as we approached the shipyard area. I saw the large hull of an unfinished ship being constructed. The hull was already completed, but the bridge and the guns still needed to be installed.

"That's the first of two Retribution-class ships, huh?" I said. There were tons of torches flashing, workers going in and out, steel beams being lifted to the hull, and a few prefabricated sections being brought down by cranes. It's been six months of work, and they already have the hull; just the fitting is needed.

"That ship is ridiculously large," Mila, who had noticed my voice, also looked at the shipyard and gave her opinion. "Why are your people obsessed with these types of large floating ships?" she uttered.

"A Retribution," I uttered to her, to iterate that, "is just a medium-class surface combatant. You haven't seen what an actual large surface ship is."

Mila looked at me with a dubious face. "A hundred-meter-long ship, almost ten ships of the line long, and you're telling me it's not the largest?"

"137 meters long is average, not large. There's a battleship back in Legrand as long as 260 meters, an arsenal ship of 300 meters in length, and supercarriers at 340 meters in length."

"My common sense is crumbling, trying to understand your sense." She put her hand on her head and shook it in exasperation. "Building these ships, are you planning an expansion spree in the eastern continents?" she uttered indifferently.

"I'm building a credible force with the non-credible doctrine of forcing all types of morons to stay silent and mind their business."

"You're avoiding my question," she glared at my evasion, and my averting eyes, "What if you fail?"

"If my threats and deterrence are worthless, and all options for peace are exhausted, then I'll have a fleet of powerful ships whose guns will go blazing on these morons, going pew pew."