It was called a letter, but it was more than that. The database contained a huge pile of rather disorganized data. A rough directory showed research projects, sailing logs, video materials, messages, and much more. All of it had been sealed inside an encrypted archive, signed by Harlan Kelvi Ulassis.
We looked at each other. Sometimes, when faced with something so dramatic, even if one was used to such things, it was impossible to think of an appropriate expression. This long name, possessing the same vaguely classical aristocratic air as Sandora Kelvi Ulassis, had appeared frequently in command headquarters documents lately. Most of them were analyses of the Fallen Apostles' military strength. Harlan Kelvi Ulassis referred to the fallen emperor who had repeatedly fought fierce battles against the Empire Army recently and inflicted heavy casualties on us: Your Majesty Harlan.
Green Star had actually been saved by him tens of thousands of years ago, and it had been his general, Zadom, who sent Green Star onto its journey of escape at the final moment. Tens of thousands of years had flown by. History had taken a turn, only to link the two once more from another direction: Zadom, the former Empire General who had personally covered Green Star's retreat and allowed the Tree Spirits to escape, was now coming to destroy this planet.
What were those two feeling now, one wondered? Could their frenzied minds, already under control, still feel sorrow?
"Is there something wrong with the data?"
The Grand Patriarch saw our strange expressions as we exchanged looks and immediately grew extremely worried. Her greatest concern was whether this precious data had been damaged. The Tree Spirits had spent tens of thousands of years protecting these legacies as they drifted from Old Empire territory into New Empire territory. If