Grand Duke Mora smiled. "For now, things look fairly good. He denied being one of their people and agreed to share the Insect Race's core technology."
"How much of that do you believe?" Emperor Kronwell asked.
"About seventy percent," Grand Duke Mora replied. "From what I know of him, he probably wasn't lying. But the Insect Race is unlikely to hand over all its technology. They'll probably keep the most vital parts to themselves. That's only human nature. You and I would do the same."
Everyone relaxed a little. They put considerable faith in Grand Duke Mora's judgment.
Archbishop Link sighed. "I never imagined he'd come this far in so little time."
Their faces grew grave at his words. Pontiff Saint Fran said, "Indeed. If, when we first discovered that Mist World..."
Archbishop Link understood what his teacher meant. If they had spared no expense back then, they would have had a good chance of eliminating Green outright.
But now, according to reports from their spies embedded in the Revolutionary Army, the force that had attacked and seized the super-warship from Beyond the Void had included at least three Saint Spirit Rank Transcendents.
They had confirmed that Green was among them. That meant he had at least two other Saint Spirits under his command, perhaps more. The number could have been three, five, or even ten.
In fact, Archbishop Link had begun to suspect that Green could mass-produce Void Milk.
Otherwise, he could not imagine how Green had created so many Saint Spirit Rank powerhouses in such a short time.
Archbishop Link kept that suspicion to himself. He did not want anyone to know he had reached Saint Spirit Rank through Void Milk—not because he feared ridicule, but out of caution.
Everything in the universe had its counter. Void Milk