Chapter 45.1: Melting the Ice (2)
“A, Are we really doing the right thing?”
On the ramparts of Ironheart.
The Crowl officer in charge of the magic cannon asked in a trembling voice.
They, too, had eyes, so they saw the Iron Bridge in the distance collapse and the ice bridge form, and the train crossing over it.
They were in awe of the miraculous sight.
“Fire.”
Count Garick, with eyes dead as a corpse, looked down at the officer and ordered.
“How can a train run on an ice bridge?”
After the short order, Arian, who was clinging to Garick’s side, spoke.
She folded her fan and pointed to the train approaching from afar.
“Of course, it’s the wicked deed of a witch.”
“B, But still…”
The officer stammered.
It was too much to say that it was a wizard’s doing, so it was appropriate to assume that it was the work of a witch.
And if a witch was involved, they had to stop it by any means necessary to avoid being branded by the Holy See.
However, there were people’s lives at stake.
The officer was troubled by the fact that they had to attack the one who saved the people of Crowl, even if she was a witch.
Arian, who was watching the scene, put her arms around Garick and asked.
“Lord Count, please tell me for sure.”
It wasn’t just the cannon officer, but others on the ramparts were also glancing at Count Garick.
His skin was as cold and gray as a corpse, his pupils empty.
━Let’s drink to our heart’s content today!
Garick was a cool and passionate man.
He drank merrily with his soldiers, holding a beer bottle as big as his face, and was always the first to face the enemy.
━Show me. Let me take a look.
He also boosted morale by personally repairing the soldiers’ weapons if there was a forge.
A man among men, Count Garick.
The Garick they knew wouldn’t hesitate to accept a commoner as his wife and continue to fight alongside her.
The Garick they knew would turn a blind eye if a witch helped their people.
However, the words that came out of Garick’s mouth betrayed their expectations.
“Fire.”
Arian, twirling her rich blonde hair, smiled at the hesitant men.
“Now, if you’ve all heard, fire. Who knows what might happen if a train that might be harboring a witch enters Ironheart.”
It was a beautiful yet chilling smile that held no warmth.
The three cannons installed on the ramparts creaked and adjusted their angles.
Kaboom!
The magic stones ignited, and the prepared wizards frantically spun their circles, firing the cannons.
Arian, hugging Garick who didn’t even blink at the roar, muttered.
“Even if it’s the adversary, it’s over if we crush it with cannons. If that doesn’t work……”
If that happened, hundreds of their people on the train and the princess of Gypsum Flower would die, but Arian didn’t care.
“First shot missed!”
The cannonball, which flew in a parabola, struck the ground harmlessly. The aftershock clearly showed the train windows shattering.
Arian’s smile deepened.
“Second shot missed!”
The second cannonball struck the ground on the opposite side. Now, the third cannon was in position to hit the train for sure.
The officer, who had hesitated at first, looked at Garick once, glanced at the young wizard who was trembling after being suddenly drafted, and clenched his fists.
“For Crowl! Fire!”
“Fire!”
KABOOM!
A tremendous explosion occurred, so powerful that Arian’s lavish clothes fluttered behind her, and the magic shot from the cannon began to plummet toward the train.
KABOOM!
A pure white magical light flickered in their vision.
The overwhelming firepower of the cannon, capable of shattering anything it touched, reached the train.
“Third shot hit……?”
The officer, who had reflexively shouted ‘hit’ at the sound, trailed off.
Unlike real cannons that fire explosive shells, magic cannons don’t explode in the traditional sense. Therefore, they could immediately see what was happening at the point of impact.
Rumble
The train, clearly hit by the cannon, began to speed up even faster.
As the officers struggled to understand what was happening.
Snap.
They heard something break.
It was the sound of the fan Arian was holding breaking in her hand.
“Adversary!”
Her gaze shot to the other side.
Atop the approaching train.
There was a young man with black hair fluttering in the wind, staring at them with violet eyes. He wore a cloak of pure white ice and held a black sword that seemed to be made of darkness itself.
It was Cain.
“Still the 6th generation.”
The front line was equipped with the latest equipment, as it was where magical cannons were most used.
Having been a warrior on the front lines, Cain knew more about magic cannons than anyone else.
The decisive difference between the 6th and 7th generation magic cannons was ‘physical force’.
The 6th generation magic cannons didn’t fire actual cannonballs but a special magic that concentrated the magic circles engraved on the cannon.
Therefore, it was a little easier for Cain to deflect them.
“Fire.”
Garick, who had been silent, ordered again.
“Fire. Fire. Fire. Fire……”
Without any change in his intonation, Garick kept repeating the same word, and the people on the ramparts flinched.
Anyone could see that Garick was not in his right mind.
“Did you not hear the order to fire?!”
Arian shouted sharply.
The officers in charge of the magic cannons were uneasy, but they had no choice but to adjust the cannons again since Garick had given the order right in front of them.
“Kill that black-haired man right now!”
The officers hated Arian, who was running rampant using Garick’s name, and they couldn’t understand why they had to kill the man who protected the train full of their people.
However, they were those who had pledged their allegiance to the Count of Crowl.
Since Garick had given the order himself, they couldn’t disobey.
“For Crowl.”
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