Her Majestic Battle Cry

Davis also thought of a problem–he couldn’t openly announce it yet, because the six- barrel matchlock hadn’t been tested enough. Although Rafael said it had been tested, one test wasn’t enough to confirm its reliability. Multiple tests were needed to ensure the risk of the barrel exploding was low before it could be used in the military,

Davis stood there, almost as though in a dream. He carefully examined the matchlock, feeling it over and over again.

“No need for a matchstick to light it… The convenience is incredible. With this, we can establish an elite shooting unit and even an ambush unit. With such a godly weapon in hand, what can we possibly fear?”

He held the matchlock and hugged it, laughing and crying all at once.

“To put it bluntly, the one at home would be considered a concubine next to this! Why not take a concubine? Do you think I’m afraid of the one at home? No, I always have a special place in my heart reserved for my true first wife–this six–barrel matchlock!”

Rafael laughed. “The six–barrel matchlock is your one true wife? Then, what about the ten- barrel matchlock? The cannon?”

“W–What?” Davis stammered, his lips trembling. “What cannon are you talking about? Is it the kind from Nerathia?”

Rafael took out the notebook slowly, just like Isaac had, and handed it to Davis. ” Everything’s in here. Have a look for yourself.”

Davis nearly snatched the notebook from Rafael’s hands, greedily flipping through the pages. He turned page after page until he reached the end, but found no blueprints. He was slightly disappointed, though only a little, for the formula for its creation was there–he could still study it and work through it.

“By the heavens… By the heavens, this is a gift from the gods!” Davis clutched the book to his chest, overcome with emotion. He suddenly threw his arms around Rafael, tears streaming down his face. “Peace is no longer a mere dream! Without war, how could our great kingdom not thrive?”

Rafael understood exactly how Davis felt. When the six–barrel matchlock had fired 500 feet, he had nearly jumped out of his skin with excitement.

Of course, if they could manage to build the cannon carriage, nothing could stand in their

way.

Rafael recalled a remark from Everett, who had said that Adrian’s experiments with gunpowder and fireworks had once blown up his courtyard. It was likely that, in attempting to create the six–barrel matchlock, Adrian had also dabbled in crafting a

cannon carriage.

The notebook did contain some blueprints for the cannon, but they were not fully developed, suggesting that Adrian was still in the process of refining the design. Still, the six–barrel matchlock, for now, was already a tremendous advancement.

“We must keep this secret,” Davis said, wiping his tears, his gaze now hardening with determination. “Until we’ve tested it thoroughly and begun mass production, no one can know about this, especially not with those treacherous minds lurking about.”

Rafael remembered Isaac had fired a shot when Yuvan had captured Violet. He wondered if they had seen the six–barrel matchlock in Isaac’s hands.

If they hadn’t, that would be fortunate–they might have just thought it was a simple matchlock. He would need to ask Isaac how far the shot had been. If it was at a short range, perhaps Wayne wouldn’t have noticed. But if the shot had been fired over several dozen feet… That might reveal too much.

Rafael and Davis entered the palace together to meet the king.

Salvador was overwhelmed with excitement and found himself speechless. When he finally regained his composure, the first person he looked at was Rafael, his eyes filled with a mix of complexity and excitement.

Perhaps, deep down, he still held some wariness toward his younger brother. One thing was certain–up to this point, Rafael had no ambition to rebel. Otherwise, Rafael never would have handed over the six–barrel matchlock to the Ministry of Defense and presented it to the king. Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

During these recent days, Salvador had come to appreciate the benefits of working with Rafael. Though the investigation into Yuvan’s private army was still ongoing, he had found that his tasks were going remarkably smoothly. Jan’s abilities were far from being on par

with Rafael’s.

Moreover, when Salvador praised Rafael, the latter had casually mentioned that he was just someone suited for handling tasks. Salvador understood perfectly what that meant—it was a way of establishing his position and making it clear.

Salvador couldn’t help but feel a touch of regret. The cannon blueprints were in hand, but research would likely take years–three to five years, or even seven or eight. Still, it was only a matter of time before they succeeded, so this small regret hardly mattered.

With the six–barrel matchlock, at least they didn’t have to fear a resurgence of Sandoria or Westhaven causing further border disturbances.

“Reward him–reward him richly!” Salvador muttered to himself in excitement, still caught up in the frenzy of triumph. “Restore Sage Adrian’s title as an honorary monarch!”

“Your Majesty, I advise that another reward be given instead,” Davis quickly interjected.

Please, do not reinstate Mr. Russell’s title as an honorary monarch, not yet. Otherwise, he could be blamed for possessing such a precious item.”