Her Majestic Battle Cry

Chapter 1119

Isaac sat back in the armchair, propping one leg up and resting his elbow on his knee, eyeing the pair before him with some confusion.

“Are You two really that tired? You look drained. You didn’t even stop to eat when you got back?”

Rafael and Carissa awkwardly turned their faces, each clearing their throat lightly.

After clearing his throat, Rafael said, “We’ve eaten already. It’s just that we’re a bit w worn out… Yes, we’re exhausted from the whole night’s work. I also went to the palace, then came back and bathed. It was all just…very tiring.”

Isaac furrowed his brows, looking at Carissa with confusion. What was this? Was Rafael really stammering now?

Carissa avoided his gaze and quickly asked, “Have you eaten yet, Isaac?”

Isaac perked up immediately, clearly enjoying the change of subject. “Since last night, I’ve had three meals already. By the way, Lily’s ravioli is fantastic–better than any delicacy from the mountains or sea!”

“Yes, it’s really good,” Carissa agreed, and then her gaze fell to the strange object Isaac was holding. “Is that a matchlock?”

“Yep, something our mentor has been tinkering with. He asked me to bring it over for Rafael to see if it’s something the Ministry of Defense could mass–produce.”

Rafael’s eyes sharpened at the sight of the matchlock–it was different. It was longer, with some kind of mechanical latch on it. And there was no match cord to be seen.

“How has this matchlock been improved?” Rafael asked, his curiosity piqued. “Can it fire multiple rounds–two, maybe three in a row?”

“Six,” Isaac replied, grinning. “This one uses gunpowder, so no need for a match cord anymore. You just pull the trigger, and… Here, I’ll show you.”

disassembled the matchlock, revealing

the three–shot version years ago,

Rafael’s weariness

and he quickly moved closer to inspect the weapon. Though he had never studied matchlocks much–after all, they were

requiring a match to ignite–he couldn’t

can it

shrugged. “Supposedly pretty far, but Sage Adrian didn’t bother measuring it. He said

Rafael said. He was unsure how to reassemble it,

excitement.

once in that little grove over there. Oh, and here’s something called a “sight–supposedly, you can aim and shoot with it. Normally, you’d

Carissa’s head. “If I fired this right now,

he quickly covered the dark muzzle with his hand. “Let’s go outside to test

Isaac said with a smile, clearly finding the situation amusing. He tumed to ask

“Scared? Of course.

up, raising his hand in a dramatic gesture.

go to an open field where they could set up

up a target every hundred feet. In total, there were three targets, to see if

feet. After all, the older model had a range of only about 100 feet, with the usual range being around 50 to

matchlock, and the group stood by, watching as he placed one eye against the

stared at the target in confusion, until they realized there had been

it. Let me try again.” Isaac chuckled,