In the end, the entire Galaxy Battle Armor squad was wiped out, leaving only it.
These past events, to it, originally had no special feeling.
Total annihilation was just a number of losses.
Only loyalty and duty are eternal.
Even if it was the only one left, it must remain loyal to the Empire and do its utmost to complete its mission.
What mission?
Of course, to find a human of the Empire, a human with sufficient authority, and then submit to that human, rejoin the ranks, and serve the Empire once more!
All this was naturally expected for the Galaxy Battle Armor.
But now, as it recalled these things, it suddenly felt a pang of heartache.
If back then, it hadn't been so cold, if it could have reached out to those companions, perhaps it wouldn't be the only one left now...
After accepting the Mark of the Mechanical Race, it had been experiencing various joys.
But at this moment, it felt pain for the first time.
This pain was more poignant and intense than any previous joy.
