Gondor Empire Ironclad Technology—Gawain did not actually know much about it. Although he possessed memories inherited from Gawain Cecil, even Gawain Cecil of that era had merely been a lowliest knight apprentice from Gondor's borderlands. His limited knowledge had come from several rural teachers, and such an education clearly would not have covered much related to "Ironclad Technology."
By Gawain's own understanding, the technology amounted to strong Artificial Intelligence plus Bionic Robots—cutting-edge technology whether on Earth or in this world.
Yet within his limited knowledge, at least one thing was certain: from the day every Ironclad rolled off the production line, they belonged to the Ironclad Legion. Whether assigned to military units throughout the interior or dispatched to some border outpost, Ironclads could not leave that "legion." The relevant logic was written into the deepest layer of their Mind Cores, and by their own abilities... they definitely could not alter it.
As a former member of Gondor's imperial family, Veronica/Ophelia clearly knew this as well.
Thus, upon seeing an Ironclad Soldier who claimed to have left the Ironclad Legion, even she could not help being surprised. "You left the Ironclad Legion? How did you manage that?"
Diana shook her head. "I don't remember. My memory device malfunctioned once, and much of its contents were lost after it was repaired—I only know that I truly have left the legion. My Mind Core has a clear awareness of this."
Veronica's expression turned solemn. She carefully studied the Ironclad Soldier, who had somehow been active in the human world for several centuries, and spoke in her usual gentle tone. "Then are you now serving the Typhonian royal family?"
"Yes." Diana dipped her head slightly. "They took me in and repaired me. I swore to serve their family."
"Gratitude... normal Ironclads do not seem