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.”

matchlock,

three–shot version years ago, but he said three wasn’t enough. Six was better. He’s already working on a ten–shot version, but

Rafael’s weariness melted away

he had never studied matchlocks much–after

to

can it

but Sage Adrian didn’t bother measuring it. He said you could test it after I

a try,” Rafael said. He was unsure how

excitement.

“sight–supposedly, you can aim

pointed it directly at Carissa’s head. “If I fired this right now, Carissa’s head

at her.” Rafael’s hands shook as he quickly covered the dark muzzle with his hand. “Let’s go

can’t aim it at her,” Isaac said with a smile, clearly finding the situation amusing. He

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

before he straightened up, raising his hand in a dramatic gesture. “Alright,

suitable outside, so they needed to go to an open field where

them. They went to an empty field on the outskirts of the capital, setting up a target every hundred feet. In total, there were three targets,

feet. After all, the older model had a range of only about 100 feet,

and the group stood by, watching as he placed

group waited for 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 efficiency. He aimed