"Gloria III?"
Seeing that line of text, Landon could not help letting out a low cry.
No matter how cut off from information one might be, as long as they still lived in human-ruled territory, no one could possibly not know the name of the Gloria Empire's emperor.
At the same time Landon cried out, seemingly affected by his voice, the twisted, frenzied words on the page suddenly trembled before coming to a halt.
Who are you? Is someone here?
A moment later, a line of barely less distorted Imperial characters Slowly Emerged on the page. Yet the strokes still trembled unstably, as if struggling against some kind of interference.
"...!"
Swallowing unconsciously, Landon's throat bobbed. He made no sound and even secretly took a step back.
As a member of the Rebel Army, suddenly seeming to establish contact with the enemy's supreme leader—a being who could crush him with a flick of a finger—Landon felt exceptionally guilty.
However, before Landon could react, the style of the writing on the page suddenly became twisted and crazed once more.
Get out of my mind!
A moment later, that line of characters vanished on its own, replaced by a new line of normal black Imperial text.
You're watching, aren't you? No matter who you are, find the director of the Gloria Royal Research Institute and report my situation to him. You will receive a reward far beyond your imagination!
As the text on the page kept changing, Landon gradually calmed down as well.
Seeing the writing on the page seemingly about to disappear again, he suddenly had an inspired thought and spoke up.
"You... how do you prove that you're Gloria III?"
As soon as Landon said this, the text on the page suddenly paused, and then a Dark Yellow word Slowly