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A double strike.

A miscalculation!

How embarrassing!

The vice president of the Stark Merchant Guild was regretting it bitterly.

His original calculations had been sound. No matter how capable the other party was, they could never surpass the Galactic Central Empire. Look, the Galactic Central Empire was still sitting comfortably on the board, and then it had kicked him out.

There was definitely nothing wrong with clinging to this powerful backer. Even if things were pushed to the limit, the entire board would have his back.

But that premise depended on the problem being solved through intimidation alone, without any actual fighting.

If they really started fighting, then when faced with absolute interests, these big shots would abandon something like dignity as well!

And now, would the other party actually follow through?

Just look at the blood mist filling the sky!

Merely because of his threat, they had directly self-destructed so many bizarre war machines, as casually as discarding trash.

There had been no hesitation and not the slightest trace of reluctance.

Under the pressure formed by this invisible intimidation, he was having trouble even breathing.

He could only force out a faint smile and say,

"Th-this lord, I was only speaking offhand just now. I merely wanted to protect myself and make you withdraw. You shouldn't take it seriously."

Then that hoarse voice, which had pierced through the entire starfield, surfaced once more.

"I know. However, even if the odds are only one in ten thousand, I cannot gamble the lives of Her Excellency's clansmen."

The voice was hoarse and flat, but the chilling sensation it carried caused even the Central Empire's representative to turn solemn.

Her Excellency's clansmen?

Was he referring to the 'Arbiter of the Scales'? Could it be that she had once been from the Milky