"You want a reward?" Lotius leaned against the desk and looked at Landier as he asked.
"I want to go to the front lines." Landier answered without hesitation.
"Have you thought it through?"
Landier spoke again. "Grandfather, I've thought it through. Staying here means handling nothing but public security incidents every day. I feel like I'm about to rust."
After looking deeply at Landier, Lotius said, "In ten years, a batch of fleets will be sent to reinforce the Twenty-Fifth Astral Fleet where your elder brother serves. I'll use my authorization to get you into that unit."
"So for the next ten years, you won't need to remain in District 313 either. I'll have a Sub-Legendary serve as your training instructor and hone your combat skills."
"As for your father, I'll speak to him. You don't need to worry."
"Grandfather, thank you."
"Alright." Lotius waved a hand, then continued, "Other than that, what else do you want?"
"Grandfather, can I really say it?" Landier asked cautiously.
"Say it."
"I want that magic mecha you have."
"Hm?"
Thinking his grandfather had failed to recall it, Landier reminded him, "The Karus Magic Mecha that Count Dominic gave you."
"You brat, you actually dared to ask for it." Lotius could not help laughing as he scolded him.
"You told me to say it. You can't take it back now."
Seeing the boy look both nervous and expectant, Lotius shook his head helplessly. He then opened the door to a Demiplane and gestured for him to follow.
The moment he entered the Demiplane, Landier was drawn to the silver magic mecha in the distance. His eyes widened, and he practically wanted to glue them to the mecha.
It stood thirty meters tall, forged entirely from Remiel Magic Metal. Pale blue lightning patterns flowed across