Gasp!
The Duke of Kyros, legendary war hero, proud father, and self-declared selection committee head… gasped.
He had been standing tall, arms crossed, eyes sharp. Like the responsible father he swore to be.
His goal was clear.
He would evaluate this batch of candidates. Pick only the best. He would help his son find worthy pilots—those who would be able to make full use of his carefully crafted biomechas.
He was focused. Sharp. Professional.
Until something moved.
And up until he turned to the left, only to see something strange.
What was Luca doing?
"…Huh?"
His eyes narrowed.
Luca was moving. His apparently not-so-little boy, his precious son, was jogging inside the simulation chamber like it was a pleasant morning run.
And then he noticed something else.
Luca wasn't just running.
He was smiling.
Smiling widely and practically glowing.
"???"
