Chapter 94
Chapter 94
The tour of the Armament Exhibition Hall had come to an end.
Experimental combat prosthetics laden with uncommercialized technology, and the Legion—an embodiment of the Empire’s cutting-edge science and technology.
We had the privilege of experiencing the Empire’s gifts in advance. In essence, it was an event meant to inspire cadets on the verge of graduation.
Excitement was evident on the faces of the cadets as they exited the exhibition hall.
‘Being a member of the Imperial Guard is an honor even for nobles.’
The Imperial Guard was deployed only to battlefields where failure was not an option. That was how much trust the Empire and the Imperial Family placed in them as a combat unit.
I pondered my future as an Imperial Guard.
Even after completing the mandatory thirty years of service, it was rare for an Imperial Guard to be transferred to another unit immediately. Most continued renewing their contracts in ten-year increments, often serving fifty or sixty years before moving on.
‘To someone who hasn’t even lived twenty years, that seems like an eternity.’
At its core, the Imperial Guard was a combat unit. No matter how well one maintained themselves, after a century of life, brain function inevitably began to decline. The aging of the brain signified the deterioration of mental resilience.
Once an Imperial Guard entered the stage of aging, they could no longer control a Legion, and eventually, they had to downgrade the performance of their combat prosthetics as well. By that point, even if they wished to remain active in the Guard, retirement became inevitable.