Local Galaxy Cluster.
Morris was waiting for a reply from the staff.
In the end, the reply never came. Instead, a communication request arrived from his immediate superior.
His expression instantly turned ugly to the extreme.
"M-My lord..."
After hesitating again and again, he still accepted the voice communication.
"Morris, what exactly is going on with you? Just a few simple tasks, and you actually haven't been able to resolve them after several years!"
As expected, the Chief Steward's roaring, questioning voice rang out.
"My lord, it's really that this place is truly incompatible with our Earth Tree Race. Ever since I came here, nothing has gone smoothly. All sorts of things that originally seemed easy to accomplish kept running into unexpected problems."
Morris had no choice but to push all responsibility onto that incompatibility.
The Earth Tree Race's Chief Steward was only giving Morris a warning, so he did not continue scolding him. He asked, "Tell me everything about the situation over there—everything you understand and know—exactly as it is, without leaving out a single thing."
"Right now, something has happened on the External Affairs Department's side, and all the Chief Stewards are here. If you hide anything, even the smallest detail, once it's discovered, even I won't be able to protect you!"
"T-This..."
Morris was instantly stunned.
He had not expected that all the higher-ups of the External Affairs Department would actually be present.
His heart immediately became tangled with unease.
How was he supposed to say this?
He couldn't very well say that before he had even come to the Local Galaxy Cluster, high-ranking members of the Human Federation had already sought him out.
Nor could he say that because he had been unable to resist the temptation of the conditions offered by the Human Federation's higher-ups,