The Navy's Movements

Demiurge was slightly surprised upon hearing this.

Ever since coming to this world, matters concerning the Revolutionary Army had always been personally handled by Supreme One Ryan.

And now, he had actually entrusted this matter to him.

Had something happened while the Supreme One was away?

Watching Ryan's expression, Demiurge silently speculated.

"Yes, I accept your command."

He adjusted his glasses and answered in a rather serious tone.

Ryan nodded, lifted Shalltear from his lap and set her aside, then picked up the briefcase and documents that had been pinned beneath her skirt and handed them over. "These are a sample of the Biological Brain and its instruction manual. You should know its functions very well."

His tone was somewhat complicated. Demiurge lowered his head for a glance and immediately understood.

He promptly dropped to one knee and pleaded guilty. "This subordinate acted without—"

"Enough!" Ryan waved him off. "I'm not blaming you. After all, this is your job, and it's authority I granted you. It's just that you're all too capable. It makes me, as a Supreme One, feel rather unaccomplished."

Ryan gave a bitter laugh, but the atmosphere in the room began to turn solemn.

"Your greatness cannot be questioned by anyone. No matter how many achievements we may accomplish, we were created by your hands and the hands of the other Supreme Ones. Any glory we receive belongs to you. I beg you, Supreme One, never entertain such thoughts again!"

Demiurge spoke with some agitation, his several-meter-long steel tail sweeping back and forth through the room.

Shalltear, Narberal, and Yuri also wore serious expressions. Ryan froze for a moment, then shook his head and waved with a smile. "All right, I won't say it anymore."

Whenever he brought up a similar topic, the atmosphere always became like