Aaron placed the "augmentation core" on a snow-white dinner plate. Holding a knife in one hand and a fork in the other, he dissected the fleshy sphere.
He saw the hive-like structure within the core, saw mysterious runes formed from countless masses of flesh and blood.
But he paid them little attention. Instead, he used his fork to part layer after layer of tissue and reached the depths of the fleshy sphere.
Several mysterious runes appeared on the dinner knife, making it incomparably sharp as it deftly sliced open the final secret.
Aaron picked out a piece of white tissue, and his Inspiration spread across it.
At once, countless overlapping, repeated prayers echoed by his ears:
"Radiant Knight Hogel! You are the favored of radiance, a knight of light, an unceasing judge!"
"I pray for your gaze, I pray for your favor... I pray that you... grant me the strength to resist pollution!"
"So that's how it is!"
Aaron looked thoroughly delighted. "It's 'Law'... Of course. Only this sort of all-encompassing power, capable of twisting the rules, could help you resist the pollution within augmentation armor."
"Come to think of it... the White Tower in every city is not only a gas station or a prison, but also a broadcasting station? Augmenters must remain under the enhancement of 'Law' in order to withstand the terrifying mental pollution within their augmentation armor? Hmm... Even so, dreadful aftereffects remain, which is why your bodies are soon overwhelmed and afflicted with all sorts of illnesses."
"Looking at it this way, you 'augmenters' must have certain taboos as well... For instance... you cannot deploy your augmentation armor too far away from a city, and you cannot contend against a 'Your Majesty,' or anything of that sort... Because other 'Laws' can cancel out the