1992, frankly speaking.
"That's true. Deep within his mind, there is a barrier placed there by someone else, meant to protect the existence of their homeworld. This Grysk genuinely believes that the Grysk Hegemony is merely a starfaring civilization," Rassidan said.
Kace Maxwell looked at Sangare. His expression was still somewhat blank; clearly, Rassidan's telepathic exchange had excluded him.
"Let's go. We need to capture the other six Grysks on the planet," Admiral Qiyala said as she rose to her feet. Ignoring everyone else present, she walked straight out the door.
As she brushed past Kace Maxwell, Kace clearly felt that Qiyala's gaze was filled with icy coldness.
Sangare, sitting there, threw back his head and laughed loudly at Qiyala. "Hahahahaha!! You should know that I wasn't lying! Hahahahahaha!!"
Admiral Qiyala had already left. Kace Maxwell felt incomparably stifled, and he raised his dagger, wanting to stab Sangare again. This time, however, the dagger was halted by an invisible force.
Rassidan's calm voice sounded in his mind. "Do not let anger control your mind, Kace. No matter how detestable this Grysk is, any harm you inflict on him now will only become nourishment for him. As for the Duchy of Dawn's diplomatic strategy toward Chiss territory, I think it would be better for you to be honest. Admiral Qiyala is not like those people in the Chiss Cabinet."
Kace Maxwell was abruptly startled. He then sheathed his dagger under Sangare's mocking gaze, raised both hands to examine them carefully, and slowly said, "This... doesn't feel like the usual me... I shouldn't..."
"Even if they cannot control you telepathically, Grysks can still amplify the emotions within a person's heart. To them, it is as natural as breathing, so even I cannot completely block it out," Rassidan said. "Do not underestimate the