Interstellar Age

Chapter 366 Are You Done?

Erich's decimation of the Ennochian Fleet had far-reaching consequences, but no more than he had anticipated. The massacre left a statement that even the Galactic Powers understood. And because of this, there was an ongoing communication between the various leaders of the galaxies' greatest powers.

Which included Empress Lunaria Asterion of the Alfheim Dominion, Brahma of the Asuran Cabal, Ra of the Ennead Theocracy. However, curiously enough, the representative of the Svartalfheim Dominion was not its president.

Rather, it was a woman who looked oddly similar to Lunaria, albeit with dark skin. The Svartalfheim Representative started the opening remarks of this discussion by speaking to Lunaria as if the two of them had known each other for a very long time.

"Lunaria... It's good to see that you are doing well. As fair as ever, I might say... Truly, your beauty is second only to mine..."

This strange Dark Elven woman wasn't lying, or should I say she was only slightly exaggerating. By all means, the two of them appeared almost identical in terms of facial features, as well as hair and eye color.

There was one major difference between them, and that was the fact that Lunaria was a Light Elf, meaning she had pale white skin, and this Dark Elven beauty was Dark Elf, meaning she had a chocolate complexion.

Lunaria was not at all pleased to see the woman, and it was showing on her face. She was quick to strike back with her own verbal taunts.

"Daelia... I'm honestly surprised to see you. How long has it been, ten thousand years? Fifty? A hundred? You normally let your puppets take your place in galactic politics. The so called "Presidents" of the Svartalfheim federation.

"Freely Elected" by the Dark Elven people, of course... I mean, it's not like the Federation has a terrible secret like, say, an ancient shadow government ruling behind the scenes since the inception of the Svartalfheim state, right? No, of course not. That would be a "conspiracy theory, " wouldn't it?"

Daelia's expression sank when she heard the sarcasm dripping out of Lunaria's mouth. She couldn't help but scoff while trying to save her face, which had been so publically spat upon in this private conversation between the Galaxy's most powerful rulers.

"Listen Lunaria, just because I am the oldest living member of my race, and thus have gained eons worth of experience over the millennia, doesn't mean I am the so called Shadow Dictator, like you are so heavily implying.

I mean, sure, I may give pointers to the freely elected presidents of the Federation now and then, but unlike you, I am not in complete and total control!"

Despite her protests, none of the other Galactic Leaders were convinced by this statement. Even Bixle rolled his eyes at the obvious charade. Having known and worked with Daelia for the last two thousand years of his life, he had a good idea of just how much power the Dark Elven Beauty held.

After all, unlike the elves, Ghimderi were not biologically immortal, they just had exceptionally long lifespans. But they tend to pass away from old age around the 3,000 year mark. With this in mind, his time was limited in a sense, or at least in comparison to the rest of the immortal beings which surrounded him. And thus, he was quick to clear the air and speak about the reason he had gathered them all into this call.

"Can we please save the insults for later? We have important business to discuss!"

Lunaria sighed heavily and rolled her eyes, seemingly exhausted by the very presence of the Ghimderi Trade Prince. Her tone was equally sharp as she demanded to know why exactly she was requested to take part in this conversation.

"What exactly do you want, Bixle? I can't remember the last time the five of us were in a call together... And I have a perfect memory! So this better be important! Like the end of the Galaxy important, because I have far more important matters to attend to, then entertaining with this dark-skinned bitch!"

Daelia shot Lunaria a taunting expression which just about outraged the Light Elven Monarch, but before she could fire back at her rival, Bixle interrupted her. Speaking about the matters that bothered him.

"We all saw what happened. And I'm not just talking about the massacre of the Ennochian Navy. I'm also referring to their victory over the Naraku. None of us believe your propaganda Lunaria. We know the Germanic Star-Empire is far more powerful than they are letting on.

Sure, we may have believed you when you said that they uncovered an ancient Elven artifact that allowed them to destroy the Naraku Queenship. Improbable as it may be for such a thing to occur, it is still possible. Who knows what your ancestors left behind when their galaxy spanning Empire collapsed all those millions of years ago?

But for a single Germanic Fleet to wipe out a regional power in under an hour with no casualties, that was simple proof that their power is at the very least at a Tier III Sub-Galactic Power. Which is far more than they possessed just half a decade ago.

But when combined with the fact that they defeated a Naraku Splinter Fleet with Minimal Casualties, albeit a damaged one, that's a feat that even the Rylonian Imperium could not pull off. And if memory serves correctly, they were the most powerful Sub-Galactic Power which once answered to you, were they not?"

Lunaria's memory of Tia was wiped after Tia's emotional instability was exposed. Because of this, she genuinely believed that the Germanic Star-Empire had used recovered technology from the Primeval Elven Empire to defeat the Naraku.

However, she had to admit, even she was surprised by the progress they had made in such a short span of time. To the point where she was beginning to question if they really were as powerful as everyone else as starting to fear they were.

But she would never openly admit to these fears, and was quick to drown out the sentiment while behaving defensively.

"What exactly are you trying to imply here, Bixle? Are you saying that without my knowledge, one of my vassals has advanced to the point where their armed forces are capable of competing with Galactic level powers in half a millennium?

Do you have any idea how preposterous that idea is? And how insulting? If I were you, I would think carefully about your next words, you pathetic little snotling!"

It had been centuries since someone had the nerve to call Bixle such a racial slur. But if anyone were to do it, it most certainly would be Lunaria, who was the Galactic Leader who despised the Ghimderi more than any other. The fact that she was sheltering the likes of the Germanic Star-Empire was proof of this.

With this in mind, Bixle took a deep breath, before asking a question in a tone that was filled with suppressed rage, and in doing so, opening up the floor to everyone's fears about the Germanic Star-Empire and its recent and shocking reveal of military power.

"Are you done?"

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