Tunguska Middle Ages.
The man, lost in a drunken stupor, woke to the dancing girl's calls.
He scratched his head and frowned at the pulsing device beside him.
"What the hell? Why has the competition started? Haven't I still not picked the Seventh Person?"
He brought up a large number of surveillance Light Screens.
He soon saw what had just happened.
"Huh? His actual face can't be observed, only the image I have of him in my mind... and a giant robot? Haven't I heard about something like this somewhere?"
The man's eyes suddenly widened, and he immediately perked up.
"Isn't that Altos, who's been so popular lately? How did he get in?"
The dancing girl beside him leaned closer and asked quietly:
"My lord, weren't you considering inviting him before? Although we don't know why he came here of his own accord, isn't this a good thing~?"
"He's with the Imperial Sequence. Besides, my invitations use System Authority to directly change the next stop of whichever Train Conductor I want to this place. It's a semi-compulsory invitation. There's not a single normal person in the Imperial Sequence. They're either lunatics or lunatics.
Altos... for him to appear here..."
The man stood and walked straight up to a gleaming golden device, a delighted smile appearing on his face.
"Ah~ ah~ never mind. In any case, once he comes in, he has to obey the rules. Once the Seventh Day has passed, I'll be able to obtain their memories.
Hehehehe~"
He spread his arms as though embracing the entire world.
The dancing girl came over again.
"Mm-hmm~ my lord, none of the Train Conductors you invited this time are weak in their own right. Even Altos might not necessarily win. Besides, the condition for victory is protecting a burden, you know~"