Sora looked coldly down below. A trace of bone-chilling indifference showed in his gray eyes.
As one of the former members of the Restoration Society of the Psychic Dynasty, he had more than enough dissatisfaction with the Federation's current state.
Its lax administrative power, the technology conglomerates that blocked out the sky with one hand, and the warlords who played both sides.
But as the old saying went, in the process of civilization's evolution, changing regimes was like changing coats.
No one liked wearing old clothes.
After yet another uprising had failed and he had been thrown into the Federation's prison for serious criminals, even Sora himself had to admit that the Psychic Dynasty could never be restored.
No one was willing to return to that era shrouded in imperialism.
Yes, the Milta regime of those days had been an even more totalitarian military regime than the Galen Republic.
Later, just as he was preparing to face death calmly, a powerful figure had him taken out of prison, changed his identity, and brought him into the Anti-Smuggling Bureau.
Putting aside that powerful figure's special identity, the reason he was willing to remain in this department came down to two things. First, this special job could cause trouble for those financial conglomerates. He had not forgotten the role they had played behind the scenes when the Psychic Dynasty had fallen apart.
Second, the theory of bloodline that had developed during the Psychic Dynasty era had filled him with hatred for interstellar immigrants. To him, these stowaways were like cockroaches that had crawled into his home. If he could exterminate one, he would exterminate one.
In the words of interstellar society, this was "species chauvinism."
Thus, when Chavi came out to receive him, what greeted him was the undisguised look of disgust