1186, Opening
Early the next morning, Stila Gerrera rode her Swoop-G speeder bike, carrying Lux Bontri to the outskirts of Capital City Aiziz. She then led him back near his home through surveillance blind spots.
Lux Bontri was in high spirits the entire way. He kept telling Stila that if they could destroy the secret weapon THOR in one stroke, the Rebel Alliance would become immensely famous. He himself could become a hero of the Rebel Alliance, officially join its ranks with honor, become a proper member, and fight for freedom.
But the more enthusiastic he was, the more worried Stila Gerrera became.
She was worried not only about the highly risky and aggressive operation itself, but even more about something else—they were making a child betray his mother.
To be honest, Stila Gerrera would rather Lux Bontri had been some spoiled rich brat who looked down on grassroots poor people like them or even mocked them. Perhaps then her conviction to fight would have been even stronger.
But now...
Stila Gerrera would never forget the way her brother, Sola Gerrera, looked at Lux Bontri. It was a cold, emotionless gaze. Even though Sola's face had worn a smile, his eyes had betrayed his truest thoughts.
He had never regarded this young man—born with a golden spoon in his mouth, who had never lacked food or clothing, lived in a mansion, wore silk, and ate fine delicacies—as one of his own. Not even when the young man had betrayed his own mother for their sake!
Sola Gerrera was merely using Lux—using his innocence, his rebelliousness, his ideals, his trust...
Was this what they called freedom?
Even if they truly won this time, could a New Order built this way really bring freedom?
As Stila Gerrera pondered this, she suddenly sensed