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To sum it up in one word, the world that Gilbert opened his eyes to was a very different world.

There was no inconvenience in living.

Because it was a fantasy world where the medieval and modern times were appropriately mixed, there was no sense of great disparity, and the environment was created that could not even be compared to the Earth devastated by World War III.

Moreover, he was the eldest son of a count family. There was no need to mention material abundance, and since it was a world with a caste system, there was not much inconvenience.

Moreover, in the original world, he was seriously injured in the attack and his body was damaged. While I used to struggle to even do anything, my healthy body is now much better than it was before I got injured.

Nevertheless, there was one reason why he thought this place was like something.

That this is not the world he lived in.

It was not the place he and his colleagues had risked their lives to protect.

And above all.

[Give it to me! that… . It’s mine!]

[Then, shouldn’t you have controlled it well?]

Gilbert was impressed by the sudden forced communication now that the battle was in full swing. I wanted to just swear out loud, but this guy’s basic setup had a coercive effect even at moments like this.

Who is responsible for why he is suffering so much now?

If you were a just and passionate young man following the route that was treated as a political affair, you would not have had to do something like this.

So, it didn’t suit my temper to end the communication like this.

Before ending the communication, Gilbert decided to say something with all the anger he had built up in his heart.

[Ian.]

[I told you to give me my aircraft quickly!]

[It’s noisy. I will return it after I have used it enough. Rather, I have one thing to tell you.]

[You guys are so loud! Get down quickly! No one! Especially you! You must never board that giant god soldier!]

[Your body is awesome.]

[You bastard…!]

Gilbert forcibly terminated the communication while looking at Ian’s distorted face.

I really felt refreshed, as if ten years of congestion had gone away.