The observer's orbit descent request was quite normal, but the reported coordinates were highly unusual.
"673, 991..." The superior's words seemed to pop out through clenched teeth, "Do you know what that place is?"
Of course, the observer knew. Not to mention that the screen he was watching had labels, he had already memorized these coordinates.
But with responsibility on his shoulders, he must explain clearly, or else it would be a dereliction of duty.
"Highly suspected alien energy... the kind that needs military control."
—He had emphasized again that if permission could not be obtained, it would not be his responsibility.
"But that's a noble fiefdom," the superior grumbled in exasperation, and it's the most troublesome fiefdom on this planet!
As a rule, no matter what resources are discovered in a noble's fiefdom, the Imperial government has no right to seize them by force.
