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.”

the matchlock, revealing an intricate

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

Rafael’s weariness melted away

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

a match to ignite–he couldn’t deny his

can

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

unsure how to reassemble it, but was

excitement.

“sight–supposedly, you can aim and

explained, Isaac held the matchlock up and pointed it directly at Carissa’s head. “If I fired this right now, Carissa’s head would explode like

covered the dark muzzle

her,” Isaac said with a smile, clearly

“Scared? Of course. I’m scared Sage Adrian

a moment before he straightened up, raising his

so they needed to go to an open field where they could

capital, setting up a target every hundred feet.

doubted it would reach 300 feet. After all, the older model had a range of only about 100 feet, with the usual

matchlock, and the group stood by, watching as he

a sound, but there was none. They stared at the target in confusion, until they

it. Let me try again.” Isaac chuckled, quickly reloading the matchlock with swift