Marina Ismail was standing by the window of her room in the palace, casting her gaze toward the wide street in front of her. However, she actually saw nothing. The only thing that emerged in Marina's mind was the kidnapped Masdo Lafmati. "...Masto Rafmati..."

When was the last meeting with him?

By the way, that was when Marina was about to ascend the throne. Marina visited the monastery where he lived by visiting the throne. Marina and Masdo have met many times before because of their royal and religious leaders. "Really. Have you finally made up your mind."

Masdo nodded and repeated it several times. Fully white hair and beard. The dark skin caused by the harsh environment-both majestic and sincere, and at the same time surrounded by the leader's aura. "Yes. I decided to ascend the throne to become the emperor of this country. Even as a symbol of the new Azadistan...the existence of decorations is good, I think if there is something I can do, I will not do it. No way." "Then. Let me stand in your opposition." "Why, why?"

There was a disappointed expression on Marina's face. Marina wants to take advantage of the rebirth of the kingdom of Azadistan and change the opportunity to allow reformers and conservatives to coordinate. A visit to Masdo is to pave the way for this. "Please listen to me, Princess Marina. Even if this country begins to change due to rebirth, the people living in this land have history, families, and the teachings of God. Many people don't like change, and I am one of them. In order for these people not to fight against you, there needs to be an existence who can understand their laws."

With that said, he squeezed Marina's hand firmly.

People cannot have only one opinion. If there is any opinion, someone will definitely raise an objection. And that objection, if the reformists negotiate with the conservatives, they will be suppressed as a minority. The dissatisfaction in the hearts of people whose opinions are obliterated will definitely remain, and the accumulating dissatisfaction will eventually easily change into depression and hatred. Increasing hatred will turn into anger. In essence, nothing has changed.

In order not to develop into that state, Masto also needs to stick to the opposition. Marina, as a reformer, and Masdo, as a conservative, can come to listen to the opinions of the minority and their dissatisfaction.

In this way, Marina and Masdo broke off their relationship in order to achieve the common goal of peace, and embarked on two different paths.

Many years have passed since then. Marina as a reformer. It has been working hard for the peace and development of the country. But the result of this led to riots and demonstrations that started with the kidnapping of Masdo Rafmati. "...Lazar... Did I do something wrong..."

Marina sighed weakly.

There was a knock on the door, and then Celine walked into Marina's room. Marina wiped away some tears from the corner of her eyes with her fingers, then turned to Celine. "Celine... Has the council adopted my opinion? Both sides stepped back..." "That's not the case."

Celine said sternly. "The conservatives refused to attend the parliament, and the reformers are discussing accepting military aid secretly proposed by the coalition..." "What...military aid...doing this kind of thing will only stimulate the conservatives! And... why unite? …Even if this country is protected, there will be no benefit..."

Azadistan's friendship with United is very shallow. Now that oil output is limited, even if it aids the reformists' coalition, it will not get much benefit.

Celine looked into the distance and whispered. "The alliance will intervene as long as there is interest." "...That is..." "If this country develops into a civil war situation. Who will show up?" "...The organization of heaven and man..." "They All mobile suits—Gundam...those with performance far beyond the appearance of organisms, countries are rushing to want them."

At an altitude of 10,000 meters above the Pacific Ocean, three large transport planes are flying from east to west, and their destination is the Kingdom of Azadistan in the Middle East. They set off because they accepted the request for military assistance from the reformists. And it’s carried in the cargo warehouse of the transport plane. It is a mobile suit and its driver belonging to the Gundam Investigation Team of the Allied Forces.

The Gundam investigation team, as the name suggests, is to investigate Gundam's troops. Record the Gundam's performance, analyze it, and if possible, get the Gundam back... The upper-level officials of the coalition army instructed the Gundam investigation captain, Lieutenant Graham Aika, when the troops were leaving.

Graham Aika and Billy Katagiri, a technical consultant, are in the rest area set up at the same time as the cargo room of the conveyor that is in charge of the lead... Warrant Lieutenant Howard Mason and Dalier Dach Cao Chang is also there. They were shortly after the creation of the Gundam Investigation Team. A banner-style comrade-in-arms that Graham personally poached.

Ward Mason, who wears large polarized glasses with his big back, said. "I can finally find Gundam. Lieutenant." "Otherwise, it will be troublesome."

Graham replied. If you can't find Gundam, what do you do to the Gundam investigation team. "But I didn't expect to send troops to Azadistan."

Katagiri replied to the question of the brown-skinned Dalil Dachi Cao Chang. "This is the result of the work of the upper part of the army on the assembly of Azadistan. Because the upper part of the army really wants Gundam, of course we do too."

Graham smiled at what his friend said. Then look at the love machine loaded in the cargo room through the window of the rest area.

The black mobile suit-Graham's special united flag-style special outfit is a machine specially modified by the hand of the technical director of the Gundam Investigation Team, Professor Leif Eifman. Strengthen the flying parts and various joints, add a surface coating to the light on the surface of the body, and use the new linear rifle trial-produced by Ai Lisi. Since it achieves more than twice the maneuverability of the usual flag style, even if the G system is used in the maximum maneuver, a maximum load of 12G will be added to the driver.

Graham looked at Love Machine.

I can finally fight you, Gundam.

Just let you confirm whether my special banner style can serve as your partner.

There are things that cannot be experienced in the battlefield.

Graham Aika knew this well, and longed for it.

Near the border of northern Azadistan, Wang Liumei's special VTOL landed in a corner of the mountain area surrounded by rocks and hidden. In the cabin inside the plane. In addition to Wang Liumei and Honglong, two Gundam pilots, Setsana F. Qingying and Lok Ang Stratos, sat on the seats. No Angel Gundam and Li Angel Gundam activated the camouflage film on the outer wall that makes the body transparent. "The civil war caused by the conservatives and reformists in the kingdom of Azadistan is definitely foreseeable. Before the civil war begins, please wait in the plane for the two of you. Although it is very small, the room is still prepared."

The red dragon put the cup with coffee in front of Setsuna and Lok Ang. Begin to explain the situation. "It's so thoughtful."

Lok Ang replied easily. The hello next to him made the electronic sound of "hotel, hotel". "So, what should we do?" "To fundamentally resolve the civil strife in Azadistan, it is necessary to rescue the kidnapped Masdo Lafmati and inform the people of the whole country that he is fine." "The old man is kidnapped. Which organization is it?" "It hasn't been determined yet, but VEDA speculates that the organization that kidnapped Masdo Lafmati is more likely to be a reformist." "To restrict conservatives?"

Lok Ang said as if sighing. "There is also the possibility of a third force... We sent agents to search for the Raf Matti, but people in this country hate foreign cultures and don't know what they can achieve..."

Red Dragon's speech became muddy. "I also want to act."

The moment he stood up from the seat, he turned his gaze towards Wang Liumei. "Are you?" "My origin is Azadistan." "This country?" "Yeah."

Born in Azadistan-the words of the moment made Lok Ang think for a while.

His family died in a self-destructive terrorist attack by the KPSA, an anti-government guerrilla organization in the Republic of Kurgis. That Kurghis was absorbed by the Kingdom of Azadistan six years ago. That country is an instant country... shouldn't it...

Rok On grinned bitterly and denied his thoughts, and said to Setsuna. "...For an instant, even if it's because of a crisis in your hometown, don't be emotional." "I know."

The moment I left VTOL, I was thinking about the civil strife in Azadistan.

The organization that kidnapped Masdo Rafmati is not clear.

But only one thing is clear.

...There are people who stir up disputes in this country...

This idea touched something in the corner of Mossana's head. Even if you don't want to, the memory of the past will be restored.

Six years ago, the border dispute between Kurgis and Azadistan. In the war that was crowned with the name of holy war in the imperial name of God, Susuna picked up the gun and ran to the battlefield. The smell of gunpowder that makes the skin zoom. The smell of dry earth. The enemy mobile suit body that was stained red by the setting sun. Instinctively shuddered at the giant that could almost trample people on his shoulders. The fear of being penetrated by bullets if you are not paying attention. There are also corpses piled up everywhere. The fellow young soldiers who ruined their poor lives under the rubble. The afterimage of the body emerged from memory.

Do you want to continue... something like that...

The blood of Setsuna poured over his head, it was not only the anger at the world that did not learn from the past, but also the anxiety of the living who completely ignored the feelings of the teenagers who died in regret.

Masdo Rafmati is still alive.

Although he was treated very rudely during the kidnapping, there was no obvious trauma and his consciousness was clear. He is now **** with his hands behind his back and imprisoned in a tattered, decayed abandoned house. There are two men in charge of surveillance around Masdo. They were wearing military jackets and trousers, and they had machine guns in their hands. There are probably six or seven people in the companions, and you can tell at a glance that they are not Azadistan.

Masdo looked out the window. The sky was dyed the color of dusk. The neighboring house, which is a distance from the building, is also decaying and about to collapse.

Places I haven't seen before, Masto thought. And it was obviously dinner time, but there was no voice at all. The men in military jackets walked calmly with their guns. This means that no one lives here. Is it a town abandoned because the well dries up, or a town destroyed because of the war? It is impossible to judge just by the view from the window.

Are you thinking of ways to escape? What an old man who doesn't give up.

The man looked at the abandoned house where Masdor was imprisoned, while sipping whiskey.

Then stared at the decaying town.

I didn't expect that I would come here again. Is this the so-called divine will not to be violated? Or is it just a whim of the client.

In any case, it is war anyway. As it was six years ago, the country was surrounded by war. "Yes, it's just that Kurgis's name has changed to Azadistan."

With that said, the man who gobbled up the wine-Ali El Saches roughly wiped the wine dripping on his beard and smiled slightly.