Mendeleev looked solemnly at everyone. "Although we won this war, we also exposed many problems. We need to resolve them one by one and make sure we do not make such low-level mistakes again."
Pius looked at Mendeleev in confusion. "What problems do we have? How did I not notice any?"
It was not only Pius who looked puzzled and confused. Most of the officers present wore similarly perplexed expressions as they looked at Mendeleev, hoping he would explain the problems he had discovered and let everyone understand where they lay.
Only Gray, Anrida, Tulas, and a few others had noticed the issue. However, since Mendeleev was chairing the meeting, they did not interrupt him.
"Ahem." Mendeleev cleared his throat and looked at everyone solemnly.
"I learned from Commander Gray that these False Emperor lackeys had gathered at the capital of the Provence Sector, and the capital of the Provence Sector is only a little over a hundred light-years from the Star Sea.
"These False Emperor lackeys caused such a huge commotion, yet we received no information at all. If they had attacked the Star Sea directly and disturbed the great Lord of the Stars, then our sin would have been grave."
After hearing Mendeleev's account, everyone turned to look at Gray, asking with their eyes whether it was true. They saw Gray nod grimly, indicating that it was all fact.
"This information came from the surrendered Tyberos," Gray explained, revealing the source of the intelligence.
Nack frowned at Mendeleev. "But this is Milos's dereliction of duty. What does it have to do with us? Milos is the highest-ranking person in charge of intelligence. If there's a problem, we should go to him!"
Nack truly could not understand it. This was the intelligence department's failure. What did it have to