Flipping the Table, Sorry-In a War Between Races, There Is No Right or Wrong, Only Life and Death

In an instant, all the Fire Warriors in combat suits around them held their breath, quietly lowering their fingers onto their guns.

The atmosphere turned taut.

Ethereal.

How did he know about the Ethereal?

They had only learned of the Ethereal's arrival not long ago.

The Ethereal's arrival, his entourage, his residence, and the area where he was located were all top-secret information to their Second Fleet.

How did the other side know the Ethereal had arrived—and that he was not aboard this starship?

From Cisrain's words.

They had at least learned that this human was not ignorant of them.

Rather, he possessed a deep understanding of their social structures, political system, culture, and military. One could even say that, just as that man who had gotten right in their faces claimed, he understood them better than they understood themselves.

Since he knew how important the Ethereal was to them, yet still spoke of their Ethereal in such frivolous terms.

It was obvious that he had not come to negotiate.

Had he come to threaten them?

To provoke them in front of so many Tau Empire warriors?

Could it be that he intended to seize their Ethereal and use him to threaten them?

Rest assured, they would not fall for that trick again. Councillor An'no was not aboard this ship, and they would not allow Councillor An'no to take such a risk.

Seeing Cisrain's attitude, Mo'sien, the Water Caste diplomat with extensive diplomatic experience, realized that the man before him had come looking for trouble.

He simply could not understand how someone not even wearing Power Armor—

—could have the nerve to threaten them.

Or what gave him the right to do so.

That broken sword in his hand?

"You have no other choice." Diplomat Mo'sien calmly laid out Karamat's