In the higher skies above the main city, a blond man clad in white Golden Patterns mecha sat cross-legged, with pure divine wings floating behind him.
Nobody knew of his existence; he seemed to blend into the void.
Only an intelligent voice from the [Deep Web] beside him, with surprisingly human-like emotions, curiously asked several questions in succession.
"How would you know without trying?"
He asked calmly; the blond man appeared to be in his twenties, still looking youthful.
His skin was fair, and his eyes were brown with a hint of dark golden luster.
The [Deep Web] intelligence paused at these words, as if an invisible electromagnetic fluctuation appeared, analyzing his verbal emotions.
"This doesn't seem like your character."
It suddenly spoke, with an anthropomorphic doubt.
"The Empire is very troublesome; even capturing [Fortress No.7] doesn't mean we can fully invade the southern Empire."
"You never liked actions without a complete plan and assurance."
