The award ceremony was underway.
When Yak was carried out of the cockpit, his legs could no longer support him.
The aftereffects of his Spirit Core's transformation left his face as white as a sheet, but he couldn't stop himself from grinning.
The host raised the Knight's Certificate high above his head, and the cheers of a hundred thousand people nearly shattered the sky.
"Lord Wesley, did you know he would win all along?"
"No." Allen's gaze was still fixed on the gray Zaku below. "I only knew that his Spirit Core was at the critical point of transformation. Winning or losing was not important."
He paused.
"What's interesting... is the type of Spirit Art he developed after his transformation."
William's heart skipped a beat. "What type?"
"I'll leave that for you to discover on your own."
