"General! If you're with this fleet, then who were those people in the black ships from before?!"
The middle-aged man on the other end of the communicator cried out in utter shock. In an instant, more than half the people in the Command Hall were dumbfounded. Viska slapped her forehead. "Good grief—no wonder they're a race that can hit it off with Viska. They're incredible..."
"Who did you think entered this universe before us?" I could no longer sit still. I hurried over to Viska, pressed myself against the communicator console, and said, "How could you get something like this wrong!?"
"Who are you?" The middle-aged man—or rather, Pula Han—was startled when an unfamiliar person suddenly popped into the communicator feed. "Historical records say that the General was always alone. Her adjutant specifically declared that the General never traveled with anyone."
That Second Madman really knew how to cause trouble. Even hundreds of thousands of years later, she still had to leave people with a mess. But this was not a big problem. I patted Viska's little head. "I'm her brother. Ask her if you don't believe me."
Viska nodded vigorously, as if afraid someone might question her relationship with me. Pula Han looked doubtful. He had probably noticed that the Great General before him differed somewhat from the historical records he knew: the Viska of history had only spoken four sentences to the locals in total and had been notoriously difficult to get along with. She traveled alone and commanded a black Destruction Legion. But this Viska was clearly much easier to communicate with, and she even had relatives at her side—more importantly, she was not accompanied by that iconic black fleet.
I suddenly understood why the Black Forest Tribes had gotten it wrong: the black Destruction Legion... The