He was Lord Tempa.
Leaning slightly forward in his seat, he spoke with clear dissatisfaction in his tone: "I said it before… it was not a good idea to play it safe this time."
He glanced around the table, his gaze passing over each of them. "And yet, you all disagreed."
He scoff faintly Before saying. "Now look at this… even in success, we find ourselves troubled."
He leaned back, shaking his head slightly. "Hiyye ya…"
Lord Tempa was clearly furious, but he knew there was no use in displaying it any further. Letting out a long, heavy breath, he could only sigh at what he perceived as the myopic thinking of those surrounding him.
They were teammates who could not see beyond the immediate moment.
What harm would it really have done to their empires and states to sacrifice a few more shipments of materials for the hyper-gate's construction? They were rare, yes—but they were not irreplaceable. It wasn't as if such resources could never be found again in the vastness of the stars.
