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

times, but this one can shoot six. Sage Adrian finished the three–shot version years ago,

shots?” Rafael’s weariness melted away

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

mention requiring a match to ignite–he

far can

far, but Sage Adrian didn’t bother measuring it. He said you could

Rafael said. He was unsure how to reassemble

excitement.

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, Carissa’s head would explode

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

it at her,” Isaac said with a smile, clearly finding the situation

with a playful smirk. “Scared? Of course. I’m scared Sage Adrian might maim

moment before he straightened up, raising his hand in a dramatic gesture. “Alright, let’s

so they needed to go to an open field where they could set up targets to

outskirts of the capital, setting up a target every hundred feet. In total, there were three targets, to see

all, the older model had a range of only about

raised the matchlock, and the group stood by, watching as he placed one eye against the sight. He

was none. They stared at the target in confusion, until they realized there

forgot to load it. Let me try again.” Isaac chuckled, quickly reloading