The Emperor took a deep breath to calm the excitement brought by the successful prophecy.
"Were those images recorded just now? Identify all those planets!"
"Yes, they have been recorded. The Empire's main intelligence, 'The Third Son,' has completed the calculations, and the images from just now have all matched with results!"
The researcher reported matter-of-factly, placing the communicator, which had appeared unnoticed in his hand, next to the driving device, projecting a virtual screen.
All the planets corresponding to the images were displayed one by one, accompanied by detailed information on each planet.
"These planets... according to the images, should be secret bases of the Red Moon Church, but...
surprisingly, most are unknown to our Empire...
And this last planet, if the 'Third Son's analysis is correct, it is likely the headquarters of the Red Moon Church, or at least an important base."
The Emperor turned to the Empress, "What do you think?"
