Her Majestic Battle Cry

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The two military advisors noticed the shift in Oliver’s expression, so Alec quickly interjected, “Have you seen the archery skills of the Elite Marksmanship Unit, Marshal Prince? Or the ballistaes we’ve improved? They’re quite ingenious.”

“I have seen them,” Oliver replied curtly. When he first arrived at Southern Frontier, he had gone to oversee their training sessions.

Timothy recalled the visit as well. But at that time, they had just selected a new batch of archers and had been working on their accuracy. They hadn’t even had the chance to use the new ballistaes either.

“We also have matchlocks,” Louis added. “But when it comes to a direct

confrontation between armies, we won’t be relying on them. A sword is far more effective. Speed is the key.”

Matchlocks were more useful in close–quarter combat, where there was cover to hide behind. After firing a shot, one could reload while staying out of sight. However, in a face–to–face battle, before one could even raise the weapon, their head might already be taken off.

Louis added a few more points, but Oliver seemed disinterested.

Timothy recalled that Oliver favored matchlocks. So, when he saw Oliver’s reaction, he said, “I’ve heard that the Ministry of Defense is working on improving the matchlocks, and I believe they’ll be sending some to Southern Frontier soon.”

Oliver, who might feel at a disadvantage, with Sandoria using matchlocks while they

his decision to flee had been the right one. The continuous shipment of weapons to Southern Frontier–even the matchlocks that had previously been underused–was proof of just how

by Oliver’s reaction but did their best to suppress their emotions. At such a critical moment, it was wiser not to provoke him. As the marshal holding the military command emblem–and being so petty–offending him would only harm

though he added only the

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entirely unsuited for the unique challenges posed

discussion carried on into the late hours, fatigue had set in for everyone. Oliver finally instructed the servants to bring in some

soup you must try. It’s a mushroom soup made from mushrooms that my wife had someone sent from

and son returning to the capital, no doubt

were distributed among the four men. The mushroom soup was paired with fresh meat and ham,

wasn’t that he distrusted Oliver, but certain mushrooms were poisonous, and one could never be too careful. He inspected the mushrooms closely, but they appeared safe to eat, so

no reason for suspicion, followed suit, sipping the fragrant

were safe to consume. However, the illusion powder, ground into fine dust, was sprinkled in just before serving and mixed well so no one would

effects wouldn’t kick in for another hour or two–by which time they’d have already

next day, if anyone didn’t wake up or experienced severe vomiting, the military physicians