The tactical helmet of the White Ghost displayed an expression of disdain.
He motioned to turn off the recording device, then paused and said softly,
"Oh, right, if there's nothing wrong with the instrument in my hand, there should be millions of Insect Race hiding here, guaranteed at least a Third Rank queen.
"To the officials and nobles on Zubin Star, if you have any conscience and courage left, organize the evacuation work; don't make me utterly despise you.
"See you later, trash under the starlight of the Emperor Star."
Whirr!
The video abruptly ended.
Emily's small hands quickly typed out text, and the data of Zubin Star displayed before her eyes.
A few young nobles behind her expressed their admiration:
"He's so cool!"
"My god, I really wish he could call me trash in person; that's true manliness."
"Oh, he was a bit rude, wasn't he? Well, he's certainly cool, he's a hero, and if not for him, we'd likely have lost tens of billions of commoners."
