The Federation's reply was not only tough but well justified. "If I remember correctly, we are still at war... Why should we provide this intelligence to our enemy?"
A state of war... Evernight found that reason utterly absurd. After all, it had been the Human Federation that had first declared war.
Back then, it had indeed been arrogant, so arrogant that it had not even deemed a declaration of war necessary. Later, the Federation had issued an ultimatum: "If you continue to persist in your delusions and insist on your actions, we will consider it a declaration of war against the Human Federation."
Evernight had almost forgotten how it had responded at the time. The general meaning had been—"If you consider it a declaration of war, then so be it. I don't care about such empty formalities."
Now the other side was actually using "a state of war" as its reason for refusing to provide information. It found that extremely tiresome.
Why care so much about formalities? Look at the Cultivator Civilization—they rarely wasted words when they could act.
Complaints aside, the conversation had to continue. "May I take this to mean that you have chosen to face two enemies at once... the insects and me?"
"That is already the reality," the Federation replied as forcefully as ever. This was not merely an inheritance of the Federation's iron-blooded spirit; they also believed that the Mysterious Civilization and the Human Race shared some Incense Faith.
The Federation currently had no way to contact the Mysterious Civilization, but that did not mean it would never be able to do so. And whether dealing with the Insect Race or Digital Life, the Mysterious Civilization had displayed an utterly merciless attitude of suppression.
However, the Federation was not blindly stubborn. Evernight's current attitude was