As Lloyd's thoughts drifted, he suddenly realized something—
'It seems that in the less than three months since I joined the Eighteenth District, the suppression Orbit has already failed three times, hasn't it?'
'The first time was the giant cicada Weiya and I encountered—the one that felt like holding an entire summer in your hand.'
'The second time was when the Advisor suddenly went crazy, causing that bizarre "accident." Of course, the Advisor himself took responsibility for it.'
'And the third time is this current situation, attributed to an unexplained "lack of maintenance"...'
'Could it be my fault?'
Lloyd pondered guiltily.
'But on second thought, that doesn't seem right. After all, I wasn't even in the Eighteenth District when the third incident happened.'
'Hmm... I'm definitely overthinking it. How could a righteous, evil-hating young man like me possibly have the power to interfere with an Orbit of this scale? I'm giving myself way too much credit...'
