He still remembered what had happened that day in the Black Market Starfield. When Sifite and her companions appeared, they had seemed like a pack of monsters.
They could expose their bodies to the vacuum of space, and the powers they wielded were unlike anything he had ever heard of.
He had been trading a planetary core with someone on the black market when Sifite and her companions suddenly arrived. One of them merely swung a sword, and his expensive, state-of-the-art spaceship from an interstellar manufacturer let out a piercing shriek.
If that had been all, he would have been fine. His ship's weapons were more than enough to keep him safe.
But one of the women was terrifyingly powerful. She conjured a fireball with her bare hands and wiped out his trading partner's ship in a single shot.
That had been a decommissioned military warship. Its model was old, but neither its defenses nor its firepower could be compared to those of his civilian vessel.
Then a man shouted something about the Hero's Power and shattered his ship's shield with a single sword stroke.
If he had not surrendered so quickly, his ship would have become another piece of interstellar wreckage.
Only later did he learn why he and his trading partner had been attacked. These people were not some new Federation special operations unit. They had simply never seen a spaceship and had mistaken the ships for monsters.
When he heard that explanation, he had wanted to cry but had no tears left.
To think they could come up with such a clumsy excuse. They were practically grinding his intelligence into the floor.
But they held all the power, so he could only accept it.
"Then we just killed innocent people?"
Liphia sounded guilty.
Hearing her tone, the