Gundam: The Wind That Blows Through Space

Chapter 751 The previous chapter's name was chosen too early.
The sea breeze was still there, but now there were two cups on the coffee table instead of one. Siegfried casually sat down in Lau's original spot and then solemnly picked up the still steaming teacup in front of him.

"That glass was mine."

"I didn't tell you earlier."

The opening remarks, though not too awkward, directly reflected that the two were not as familiar with each other as Siegfried had shown. However, Lao knew very well that since the People's Revolutionary Alliance had arranged for such a heavyweight figure to come, the verdict he had been waiting for would surely come with a definite answer.

"So, you really were the one piloting the MiGru back then?"

"Really, Bao, do you regret letting me go back then? To be honest, if you had stayed two more minutes, I would have been dead. I wouldn't have had a chance to fight back."

Siegfried considered that encounter in Heliopolis to be the closest he had ever come to death in a PvP match since his debut.

At that time, with Harlow's assistance, he could only be described as barely surviving under Law's attack. If it weren't for Law's decision to retreat despite the damage to his machine in order to successfully carry out the world-destroying plan in the future, the so-called hero legend would most likely have become an unfinished work with only a beginning.

After his suspicions were confirmed, Lao felt somewhat like fate had played a cruel trick on him. While Siegfried's existence had indeed completely disrupted his plans, everything has two sides. If Siegfried hadn't existed on this timeline, then he, the clone, would never have existed.

"To make a long story short, due to your highly special status, I will announce the final verdict against you."

Before he finished speaking, a black object flew from Siegfried's hand and landed on the coffee table. Perhaps because the object was a little too heavy, even the tea in the cup was shaken onto the table.

"This is."

"A gun, don't you recognize it?"

Of course, Law recognized it as a ZAFT standard-issue pistol. As for why Siegfried threw the pistol in this situation, given his emotional intelligence, it was not a question he needed to consider.

“You know, I am now the totem of the People’s Revolutionary Alliance. At this point, I can no longer be indecisive. If I open the door to photocopyists here, things will become very difficult in the future.”

As Siegfried spoke lightly, Lao felt a surge of anger building up inside him. The core reason that had prompted him to switch sides on the battlefield was not so much Mu's persuasion to surrender, but rather the fact that Siegfried's personal credibility was truly solid.

However, this anger quickly turned into helplessness. He was a man who could not accept defeat. He knew very well that the sins he had committed were beyond what ten Freys could ever catch up with. The Human Revolutionary Alliance had ample reason to resolve this historical issue. Now that Siegfried had come to see him off, it was more than enough.

"I don't want to do it myself, but if you don't cooperate, then I'll have to do it for you. Ugh, this pun isn't funny at all."

Watching Siegfried continue to unleash his sharp tongue as always, a thought flashed through Lao's mind for a fleeting moment.

Would things be different if he pointed the gun at that nasty guy right now?
However, he quickly abandoned the idea. After all, as a former Compass combatant, he knew better than anyone that the person opposite him had transcended the concept of 'humanity,' and he himself did not believe that a mere pistol could threaten the Innovator's life.

"Do you regret it?"

The moment Law reached out and gripped the gun handle, Siegfried's mocking smile vanished, and his gaze towards Law shifted from ridicule to calm.

"Not surrendering means certain death anyway, the outcome won't be much different, it's just that we've finally seen a glimmer of hope."

Even Law was not exempt from the terror of life and death. He tried his best to suppress the trembling of his hands. He really did not want Siegfried to discover his weakness in the last moments of his life. Just before he closed his eyes and was about to pull the trigger, what appeared in Law's eyes was that familiar pink figure.

Is her name Dolores?

With a forced, nonchalant smile, Law exerted force with his fingers, but the expected gunshot and pain did not occur. Only the foreign sensation in his temple reminded him that something had indeed been fired from the muzzle. With puzzled confusion, Law put the pistol back in front of him and saw a flag with words on it and several ribbons hanging diagonally on the muzzle.

"Hahahaha, are you surprised? Unexpected? I specially adjusted the weight so you wouldn't notice I didn't have any bullets!" The wicked smile returned to Siegfried's face. He knew he had been tricked, but he wasn't angry. However, the uncontrollable trembling of his hands betrayed his restless heart.

"Jigus Machish?"

"Yeah, new identity, not bad name, right?"

Laying out the slip of paper, Lao looked at the unfamiliar name and understood Siegfried's intention. In the end, the Human Revolutionary Alliance tacitly approved of his existence, but considering that his original actions were too anti-human, Lao had to change his identity in order to obtain an official pardon.

With the weight lifted from his heart, Lao's mind began to wander. While Siegfried was still laughing so hard on the sofa, he removed the magazine from the pistol and carefully unpacked the notes inside.

"Char Aznabul, Fol Fronte, Graham Ekater."

"You know what, I personally think you're quite lucky when it comes to choosing names. How about I give you another nickname, Earl of Flash? The title can be awarded by Scandinavia."

Upon noticing the other person's actions, Siegfried also sat up straight. Although he used an inquiring tone, he was certain that the other person was serious.

He could even foresee that the title of 'Earl of Light' would probably stay with him for the rest of his life. Thinking of this, he subconsciously repeated it to himself a few times, and then he accepted this reality with a sense of relief.

"It sounds pretty good."

"That's a must. You have no idea how much effort I've put in. By the way, Hilde will conduct a comprehensive diagnosis of your body in a week. Considering that you voluntarily became a change agent, as long as you add nanobots, your premature aging can be completely cured. Aren't you moved?"

A moment later, Siegfried still did not receive the expected response. Just when he thought that Lao was too moved to speak, the other party suddenly asked a somewhat unrelated question.

Can you really let go of hatred?

After making sure he hadn't misheard the question, Siegfried stood up and drank the warm tea in his cup in one gulp. Then, ignoring Lao's slightly resistant gaze, he reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

“If even I can’t let go, then isn’t the word ‘reform’ of reformers just an empty name? And on what basis can I ask PLANT and the People’s Revolutionary Alliance to let go of their hatred?”

"What a classic heroic response!"

"Otherwise, how can I be a hero? Enjoy your vacation now, because you'll probably be working year-round for a while afterward."

Just before the door was about to close, Lao hesitated for a moment, but ultimately chose to actively connect with Siegfried using his brain quantum waves.

"Whatever you say, you fart!"

"Could I see Dolores?"

"Get lost! She's about to have her second child, what's it to you!"

That's not what I meant.

"It's so low! Ugh!!!"

(End of this chapter)