Great, we're doomed now!

Olga stared blankly at the scene unfolding before her:

On the streets of the colonial city of Vulcan, a strange scene is unfolding that seems to accelerate time.

Just yesterday, the wreckage left by the riots could still be seen everywhere, such as charred building shells, overturned vehicle wreckage, and mottled bullet holes... It's not that they didn't exist, but they've become insignificant and no longer dominate the street scene.

Today's protagonists are the people bustling about on the streets. Their faces no longer show the fanatical look incited during the riots, but rather they are silently and attentively clearing away the ruins, repairing public facilities, and striving to get life back on its original... arduous but regular track.

The air still smelled strongly of burning, but no one cared. Instead of dwelling on the past, they were thinking about what to do now and tomorrow.

Generally speaking, even if riots of this scale are quelled, they leave deep, unhealed wounds in people's hearts, and it takes a long time for them to return to normal.

Fortunately, they met Ye Shou, and regardless of their inner feelings, they felt at ease and relaxed because of him.

Everyone firmly believed that Ye Shou had come to save them and would certainly not ignore the current situation.

Ye Shou's support means the attention of the Tower of Babel and even the entire human civilization, and their future is full of hope.

—If a person holds this mindset, they can persevere optimistically even in difficult circumstances.

"Everyone adjusted very quickly..."

Olga stood on the street corner, wearing a slightly bulky protective suit, leaning against the cold armor plating of his old, aging engineer vehicle, a silent smile playing on his lips. Although it wasn't a good place, it was Olga's hometown nonetheless, and the white-haired youth certainly hoped it would improve.

"Olga, it's time to change shifts!"

"Okay, I'll make room for you right away." Olga focused her mind, reached out and pulled, and stepped into the engineer's cockpit with practiced ease.

He and his companions were all "expendable" and held very low status, but because so many of Titan's enterprises and official forces had been destroyed, there was a shortage of manpower. So, these experienced miners were temporarily conscripted by Ye Shou to pilot these dilapidated industrial mobile suits and temporarily take on the task of maintaining order and assisting in reconstruction.

This feels... weird.

Just yesterday, they were buried deep underground as sacrificial offerings. Now, they listen to formulaic instructions on the communication channel and patrol the once unreachable "city" like a regular army.

Where did all these changes originate?

Olga's mind automatically conjured up the image of a certain person, and she couldn't help but gasp in shock:

He really didn't expect the other party to be... If he had known earlier, he would definitely have behaved more politely!

Olga didn't consider why someone from three hundred years ago could appear as a young man—he simply assumed the Gundam cockpit was a freezing device, so Ye Shou was also "frozen in time."

This is also a common speculation among the public: that Ye Shou was severely injured and, on the verge of death, was placed in the cockpit and frozen to prolong his life. Over three hundred years, he slowly repaired his body and regained his will, returning once again when the people needed him!

As for whether this is scientific or not... people are more willing to believe what they see with their own eyes.

"What will happen to Titan in the future...? How will that person arrange things for Titan?"

"I don't know," Mikazuki shook his head.

Unlike Olga, he didn't overthink things; he was just happy as long as his friends were safe.

"I really envy you, Mika," Olga said sincerely. "You never lose your way, no matter what..."

Just as Olga was about to finish work, a communication came in, asking him to go and see Ye Shou. The white-haired, dark-skinned youth immediately became uneasy.

……

Thump, thump~

"Please come in."

"Excuse me... Um, you wanted to see me?"

Olga walked in uneasily and stood straight in front of the desk, while Ye Shou sat behind the desk, with a beautiful young secretary on each side, responsible for organizing stacks of documents for him and then picking out the important ones for him to review personally.

—After all, it's a colony satellite. With its central organs in a semi-paralyzed state, Ye Shou has quite a few things to deal with.

Half a minute after Olga finished speaking, Ye Shou looked up and smiled at him: "It will be over soon, so I won't invite you to sit down."

"in the end……"

Seeing Olga's obvious nervousness, Ye Shou's lips curled up almost imperceptibly.

"We called you here to give you a formal status."

He stated bluntly, "After all, security issues cannot be handled by private security teams, so we need to incorporate you into the [Tower of Babel]'s subordinate ranks."

In short, the newly established 'Knights of Askeladd' will be organized into one large company, with a total of about one hundred people.

You—Olga Itzka—are appointed Commander of the Knights.

Mikazuki Augustus is the chief, and all your trusted companions can be recruited as the first members.

"……what?"

Perhaps the impact was too great, Olga didn't even care about politeness and shouted out loud, her mind going blank for a moment.

Knights? Grand Master?

This is simply a fantasy for "consumables" like them who don't even have citizenship!

Formal employment, stable salary, and perhaps... and that unattainable "citizenship"?

Surely the knights of Babel couldn't be without any identity?

But... such a good thing... huh?

Several seconds later, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with disbelief and deep confusion.

"We're just a bunch of miners... most of us aren't even adults yet."

“Among the seventy-two Gundam pilots, there were also unemployed people,” Ye Shou shook his head. “Most of them were ordinary people. The reason they are remembered in history is because they showed courage in the face of fear and made the right choice at the right time and place.”

"How can we compare to the Demon God Legion..." Olga was terrified.

"Anyway, just do your best."

Ye Shou chuckled and, regardless of Olga's agreement, forced the job onto her.

"However, although we're called a knightly order, we don't have enough combat mobile suits yet. You'll have to use mobile engineers for now, is that alright?"

"No, not at all." Olga gave a military salute as if by reflex, quite professionally. "We will complete the mission no matter what."

"Well... although supplies are tight, it's a newly established organization, so we can't be too shabby."

Ye Shou narrowed his eyes: "Barbatos—that Gundam skeleton you dug up, let's add it to the [Knights of Askeladd]."

"This...this...I can't believe I've received such an honor?!"

Olga took a deep breath, her face flushed, and her voice trembling with excitement.

"I hope you won't let it continue to gather dust... Ha, even so, you are 'knights covered in dust,' how interesting~"

Ye Shou gazed meaningfully at the excited Olga: "Keep up the good work, Captain."

【Ding! 】

[Fate Coins (Tekkadan) +5!]

Only 5?

Ye Shou raised an eyebrow and stroked his chin, pondering.

"You seem very busy, so I'll take my leave now," Olga said apologetically, bringing Ye Shou back to his senses.

As a result, the young man couldn't take a step after turning around, and after hesitating for a long time, he turned back under Ye Shou's questioning gaze.

"Lord Kuze... I've always had a question about you..."

He paused, seemingly unsure how to ask the question, and after carefully organizing his thoughts, continued:

"On the elevator platform, you were the one who saved Mika and the others... were you?"

"..."

His gaze was fixed on Ye Shou, who remained silent. In truth, even if Ye Shou hadn't said anything, he already knew the answer in his heart. But seeing the other's reaction confirm his judgment, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"I understand. You don't need to remind me. I won't say anything about what happened yesterday, and I will also properly discipline my subordinates to ensure that no messages related to you are leaked."

But...you really are...the legendary Demon King? But you're from three hundred years ago, how...how could this be..."

"Surprised?"

Ye Shou looked at him quietly, the faint smile on his face seemed to deepen a little, which could be regarded as an acknowledgment of the title of King of Demons.

After a moment of awkward silence, Ye Shou slowly straightened up and walked to the window, gazing at the city skyline that was gradually coming back to life.

“Olga,” he said, not answering the question about his identity, “the past is not important. I am now just an ordinary member of the Tower of Babel, assigned to oversee the reconstruction of Titan.”

"……Um!"

That unquestionable authority made Olga's heart pound uncontrollably.

The answer seems self-evident.

Olga watched Ye Shou's retreating figure, and then recalled the warm, golden light she had seen in her despair that day...

He was not only the hero he admired as a child, but also his actual savior!

Olga took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing all the churning questions in her heart, her feet feeling light, and straightened her good spine.

"Orga Itzka, Grand Master of the 'Askeladd' Knights, obeys your command!"

【Ding! 】

Destiny Coin (Tekkadan)

-

In the hidden space of the virtual network, a series of encrypted humanoid projections gathered here. They were the masterminds behind the Titan riots, the very few people at the very top of human society, and almost nothing could make them lose their composure.

However, at this moment, this secret room, which was originally intended for calm planning, is filled with panic and anger that threatens to break the data protocol.

"What on earth is going on? Bayeri?! How could it appear on Titan?!"

"Kuze...Kuze-sama, that...was it really a clone?"

"Which idiot approved the armed provocation plan? Did Babel already know about it?"

There's a traitor...a mole!

A shrill voice roared, and the projection flickered violently due to emotional agitation.

"Provocation? Our initial goal was merely to create chaos and undermine the authority of the Tower of Babel! Who arbitrarily added the execution of staff members to the mix? That's going too far!"

Another, relatively calm voice, but equally filled with shock and anger, rang out, its target pointing directly at others: "I said from the beginning that we shouldn't provoke them too much. The Tower of Babel is still very powerful... It was you Martians who insisted on 'going all out,' saying you wanted to rush into the Calamity Pilgrimage window!"

"Bullshit! It was your Moon Circle that provided the intelligence and mercenaries! How did those MS get smuggled out of the Legion checkpoints? It must have been known long ago!"