Knees weak, ears ringing as though struck by a gong, the Imperial couple who ruled the Empire of Solaris were too floored to react.
But Marshal Julian? Oh, he understood that feeling perfectly.
Only this time, he was glad beyond measure that it wasn't exactly his problem. Because, unlike him, these two unfortunate monarchs had to consider everything. And thank the stars above that he was not in their position.
"Brother, are you absolutely positive about this?!" the Empress demanded, practically clawing at the collar of her otherwise impeccable uniform like she was struggling to breathe.
"Your Majesty, as a generally pessimistic person but a measured optimistic soldier, this is as positive as I can get," Julian replied grimly. "Not to mention, I, together with an entire audience, watched live as the mecha was made from scratch."
The Empress's voice cracked. "How is this even possible?! And how did you end up with a mecha made for an exam?!"
