The who?
The… what, where, when, why, how?!
Naturally, young Owen had all sorts of questions.
Unfortunately, nobody in the room seemed capable of answering them because everyone just returned his gawking look with equally perplexed expressions.
Clearly, none of them were on the same page because how come the youngest Mylor had absolutely no idea what kind of game everyone else was playing here.
How exactly had he, a Junior Academy student who was simply fortunate enough to coast by without causing too many problems, suddenly become the center of discussion regarding special mechas?
Maybe if it had been about food, he would've understood. As a budding influencer and DG's hidden marketing kid, being summoned to the Principal's office over being caught because of some promotional shenanigans would've been entirely reasonable.
But this, of all things?
Moreover, a special mecha supposedly built by his brother.
So naturally, he asked the most logical question he could think of.
