The world Gilbert woke up to was, to put it simply, a really crappy world.

    Living wasn’t uncomfortable.

    It was a fantasy world with an appropriate mix of medieval and modern elements, so he didn’t feel much disconnect. The environment was incomparably better than Earth, which had been devastated by World War III.

    Moreover, he was the eldest son of a count’s family. Material abundance went without saying, and since it was a world where the class system was still alive, there wasn’t even the slightest inconvenience.

    Additionally, in his original world, his body had been severely damaged from being shot. Compared to how he used to struggle with even the simplest tasks, his current healthy body was far superior to what he had even before the injury.

    Despite all this, there was one reason why he thought this place was crappy:

    This wasn’t the world he had lived in.

    It wasn’t the place he and his comrades had risked their lives to protect.

    And above all else…

    [Give it back! That… belongs to me!]

    [Well, you should have piloted it better, shouldn’t you?]

    Gilbert frowned at the communication forcibly connected in the middle of battle. He wanted to curse freely, but the damn base settings of this world exerted their force even in moments like this.

    Who was responsible for all this suffering he was going through?

    If he had followed the canonical route as a righteous, passionate young man, he wouldn’t have had to do this.

    So ending the communication just like that didn’t suit his temperament.

    Gilbert decided to say one last thing before ending the call, pouring in all the anger accumulated in his heart.

    [Ian.]

    [Hurry up and give me back my mech!]

    [How noisy. I’ll return it after I’ve used it sufficiently. More importantly, I have something to tell you.]

    [You’re the noisy one! Get down quickly! No one, especially not you, should ever pilot that God Machine!]

    [Your mech is pretty sick.]

    [You son of a—!]

    Gilbert forcibly terminated the communication while watching Ian’s contorting face.

    Truly, it felt as refreshing as if a decade-old indigestion had finally cleared.


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