After receiving the combat message from headquarters, Immer stared blankly at Lin.
Half?
What did that mean? Did it mean only half the people would participate in the operation?
And there seemed to be no mention of evacuating the residents, either.
"Captain..."
"You stay here and await orders." After giving the command, Lin headed outside.
Once outside, Prometheus inside his helmet began reporting additional information.
Headquarters had issued an order for MSA-079 Lin to pilot TT-079 and remain on standby in Tran. The Titan would arrive in sixteen hours.
That was the order Prometheus read aloud. Then she added, "Lin, are you sure you want to keep piloting the Titan?"
The last Neural Connection had caused something even more terrifying than paralysis: the complete loss of all five senses. In that state, where one could not even be sure whether they were dead, an ordinary person might go insane after only a few minutes—or even seconds.
If Lin maintained a Neural Connection with the Titan for a long time again, it was highly possible that his end would come sooner.
Lin asked, "Did it say I could make my own judgment?"
"Before the Herrscher is born, MSA-079 may independently judge whether it is necessary to pilot the Titan. After the Herrscher is born, MSA-079 must pilot the Titan into battle."
"Fine." Lin nodded. Prometheus did not disobey him as she had before.
At that moment, a crisp sound rang out against his helmet, as though a stone had struck it.
Smack.
He raised his head. A "stone" hit his visor and burst into scattered shards of ice.
At the end of autumn, hail began falling in Tran.
The Problem of Truth
"Ugh..." Mei clutched her head and dazedly pushed herself up. Everything before her had three overlapping images.
Her head