The Martial Emperor left decisively, leaving only Ronan and Raven atop the building.
"Well then, the pop quiz is over."
Ronan put it dramatically, but in truth, he was grateful for the Martial Emperor's sudden "test."
No matter what, the Martial Emperor was the only person he could find in Earth Spacetime with whom he could discuss the overall situation. Only through her could he receive feedback and determine whether his line of thinking was right, wrong, or appropriate.
Judging from the feedback so far, the Martial Emperor had at least not rejected it outright.
Perhaps that was also because she did not know about the new developments in the Central Star Zone, nor that the four-hundred-man Expedition Team would arrive in this spacetime in a year and a half.
Clearly, Ronan had deliberately concealed that.
This, too, was a blend of truth and falsehood, reality and illusion.
By now, Ronan had thoroughly become a master of lies. Every successful "deception," every instance of that ambiguity as he traversed the Boundary between "truth" and "falsehood," could bring him feedback.
Well, he still could not sense any obvious benefit from the Martial Emperor.
That proved she had not wholly believed what he said. She was holding something back as well, still making her own considerations and judgments.
That was perfectly normal. Ronan could face it all calmly.
Raven walked over to Ronan's side but still said nothing. Ronan was still gazing up at the Starry Sky, his eyes gradually extending from overhead toward the distant outer sea.
To ordinary people, there was only the boundless Starry Sky and the dark, deep ocean. Yet Ronan could see a cluster of long, narrow veins that were nearly nonexistent, like vines spreading and growing through the night sky. They extended from the southwestern heavens,