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Steel, Explosives, and Spellcasters

Is Magic really just a wish machine? No! In a universe where Magic truly exists, the ultimate nature of Magic must be as simple and aesthetically pleasing as the laws of physics. This is the story of a mass-produced magical war tool who learned the ultimate nature of Magic. But what of it? Just as birds can fly without understanding aerodynamics, magicians can use Magic without grasping its ultimate nature. Learning the ultimate nature of Magic doesn't mean the tool can instantly transform into a great magician. But yearning for knowledge is a human instinct, and curiosity is the primary driving force of human civilization. Even for Magic, which should seemingly defy explanation, humans hope to understand its inherent operational laws. The pursuit of Magic's ultimate nature requires no reason! The story in this book takes place in an era where steel and gunpowder dance together. Here, firearms are on the rise; armor remains the main character; military theory is changing rapidly, with endless innovations in systems and techniques. And this world has something more than ours: Magic. The world is undergoing a profound transformation, and no one can remain detached from it...

Yin Zidian · ファンタジー
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Chapter 23 Assassination_3

The Dusacks stood aside, their eyes fixed on the ground, none daring to look up.

Castor swung his military sword and bellowed, "Chase him! Bring him back to me! For neglect of duty, desertion! I'll execute him myself!"

The lieutenant colonel's guard cautiously reminded, "Sir, we still need to chase 'that thing'... That Venetian won't get far. Send word to Revodan, let others catch him."

Lieutenant Colonel Castor grew angrier the more he thought about it. "Who was the last to see Winters Montagne yesterday?"

The Dusacks exchanged glances, sharing information among themselves, before calling over the blacksmith Misha. The old blacksmith hadn't joined the chase due to an injury to his leg.

"Were you the last to see the deserter Montagne?" the colonel asked.

The old blacksmith scratched his head. "I report to you, sir, I don't know if I was the last to see the lieutenant."

"What did he come to you for?"

"To pick up the sword he'd ordered."

"Anything else?"

"That's all."