Inside the fleet admiral's office was Abraham sorting through various documents given to him by the intelligence officers from the command center. Everything within the documents were confirmed intelligence and were already summarized at their best forms.
And, to say the least, reading through the bulk of them was taxing even with the perk of recovery within Abraham's body.
'But nonetheless, the intelligence officers did a good job in analyzing the information sent by our intelligence.' Abraham thought to himself as he took a deep breath. Then, in the following moment, his face became cold.
"It looks like we have attracted too much attention." He muttered as their battles would be harder in the not-so-far future. "Inquisitors, huh? Their quite troublesome."
