Shota's Isekai NTR Adventure Chapter 1980: Is it some kind of trap?

Given the magnitude of the situation, it was inevitable that a formal report would be filed.

The matter was treated with heightened urgency because several individuals suspected it was a deceptive ploy orchestrated by the forces of Destruction.

Consequently, an emergency assembly was convened for the representatives of the racial alliance.

Due to my standing within the alliance, my attendance at this meeting was mandatory.

I struggled, however, with my upcoming testimony; I was uncertain about which details to disclose and which to keep secret.

While they eventually needed to grasp the situation since we would be fighting as allies in the future, I was reluctant to reveal too much regarding my personal activities.

There was no way to predict what complications might arise later on.

This was particularly true given that the racial alliance was already on edge following the incident involving Dorothy.

As the session opened, the atmosphere was thick with tension. However, the anxiety felt by the others stemmed from reasons entirely different from my own concerns.

The source of their apprehension was simple: they were terrified.

They were convinced that this was a ruse by the forces of Destruction designed to seize our lands.

Even though it made little sense for them to target a desolate location like Death Valley, the representatives were far from rational. Their primary focus was the safety of their own borders.

After all, we had recently launched successful strikes against the outposts of the forces of Destruction.

We had effectively reclaimed territory from them, forcing those entities into a state of hiding.

Considering their bizarre capabilities, it wasn't far-fetched to assume they wanted to steal our land in retaliation.

As for the choice of Death Valley as a starting point...

"They must have been conducting some experiment that went wrong. We cannot fathom what those foul creatures are doing, so this could easily be a catastrophic error on their part," one suggested.

"It has to be that, otherwise, they wouldn't have bothered with such a location," another added.

"That is the only logical conclusion," a third agreed.

The speakers were clearly attempting to reassure themselves, but even the skeptics in the room shared the same underlying dread.

Ultimately, our knowledge regarding the true power of the forces of Destruction remained dangerously limited.

Had we not stumbled upon them by chance, we would still be ignorant of their ability to manipulate space to create hidden outposts. There was no telling what other hidden techniques they might possess.

Because of this, feeling secure was impossible when such unknown threats lurked in the shadows.

Humanity's greatest fear has always been the unknown.

It is impossible to build a defense against a threat you do not understand.

Strikes coming from the darkness are far more difficult to parry than those delivered in the light.

This was why everyone was pushing the issue, desperate to find a method of protection. They claimed to act for the greater good of the racial alliance, but in reality, they were scrambling for any means to save their own skins.

The crux of the matter was the constant glances I received throughout the proceedings.

Even during discussions that had nothing to do with me, people kept staring, silently pleading for me to intervene.

I recognized their intent immediately; I was considered the leading expert on such phenomena. If anyone could provide a solution or an explanation, it was expected to be me.

Despite this, I maintained a strict silence.

"We absolutely must develop a countermeasure for this situation," one representative stated.

This time, they abandoned all subtlety and looked directly at me while speaking.

It was obvious they wanted me to take charge of the crisis or, at the very least, offer a helpful suggestion. They were desperate for me to take action.

However, I simply sat there, my expression neutral and calm, as if I were completely oblivious to their pressure.

The representatives from the major empires also remained quiet. They understood the game being played, and seeing my refusal to speak, they chose not to interfere.

It could be said that the leaders of the great powers understood me far better than those from the smaller nations.

This familiarity came from years of close cooperation; the minor representatives rarely even had the opportunity to be in the same room as me.

The meeting dragged on in this fashion until the envoy from the Holy Empire finally spoke up. "Very well, let us conclude for today. We are making no progress, so let us adjourn and revisit this in the morning with fresh eyes."

The delegates from the smaller countries were visibly frustrated, but they couldn't protest when the more powerful leaders offered their silent consent.

Most of them were still bitter that they hadn't successfully pressured me into giving an opinion.

As they looked at me one last time, I knew exactly what they were thinking.

They believed they were giving me the night to organize my thoughts so that I could return with an answer for them.