Magical Combat Balloons

"Can't you understand this magnificent futuristic architecture of war?" Damian moved back and forth, seeing the inventors of all his magical tools, astonished by what they were witnessing.

"What exactly will you use it for?" Frieren, who was among the mountains of books inside Damian's workshop, asked with a hint of interest in her voice as she noticed the miniature prototype.

"The observation balloon is a type of captive balloon used as an aerial platform for gathering information and directing artillery." Damian was euphoric about using his great catapults against his enemy; he wanted to crush the demons into ashes.

But when he remembered something, Damian stopped, looked at the puppets constantly taking out the trash, and asked, "Do we already have the artillery machines? That machine that launches magical arrows, with arrows per second, is a true beast in military engineering."

A short man with a large beard approached Damian, his steps slow and his gaze fearful. "We finished it yesterday; right now, they are in mass production and are being sent to the walls."

Damian nodded, patted the good man who had volunteered to work twelve hours a day, and said, "History will remember your name, the greatest engineer of Snowstorms City, who massacred millions of demons without being on the battlefield."

"Yes, sir..."

Frieren watched as all the engineers left after the meeting and said, "Sometimes I think you're a tyrant. Remember, I read your story about a great tyrant named Hiltor?"

Damian's ears twitched when he heard that name mispronounced. He looked at Frieren and murmured, "It's against morals to pronounce his name."

"What is morality?"

"Morals are the set of customs and norms that are considered good to guide or judge the behavior of people in a community. It is also the differentiation of intentions, decisions, and actions between those that are distinguished as correct and those that are improper or incorrect."

Frieren began to browse the small Bible in her hand and found the content Damian was talking about. Now she remembered all the content she had read.

"If it's not something magical, your brain discards the information, right?"

Hearing this, Frieren felt a bit embarrassed, wanting to hide among the mountains of books, but when that thought crossed her mind, all those books flew out of her reach.

"Enough joking, how is your relationship with humans?" Damian changed his expression and took an interest in what Frieren had been doing these past months.

Frieren smiled; she didn't realize her smile, but it was so natural that even Damian was surprised. "Helping to bring all those humans has helped me a lot. I have observed them and know how a human develops."

"Do you feel happy helping them?"

"Yes, but at the same time, it's sad. They will end up dying very soon," she said, feeling a bit empty.

"But their children will be here, their grandchildren, and ours from those grandchildren. We will ensure to protect their future generations, not because we are heroes but because we owe them a lot." Damian flew gently above the ground and looked at the enormous city, which was more expansive each day than he ever imagined.

The humans served them; the least they could do was protect them and keep them safe from the demons. Once the nobles died, Damian would unify the best cities and remodel them in a modern, but medieval style, so that the connection to nature would never be lost.

"How many avatars do you have in the city?"

Damian didn't respond immediately; he had more than fifty clones handling various tasks like fleet creation, war puppets, wealth organization, wall enhancement, and city development to ensure it had no flaws.

"I'll be fine, but I'll have to leave for a few months, so protect this place." Damian seemed to understand better the question Frieren had in her mind, but it was fine, so there was nothing to worry about.

Frieren looked around and said, "Indeed, you are incredible. I never expected you could achieve all this in just a few years."

"We have achieved it, Frieren; all of this is also yours." Damian disappeared from the tower and appeared in front of Frieren, smiled, and then disappeared again, leaving the city at lightning speed.

Frieren, who blinked a bit, felt something in her hand. She looked down and saw a white flower that occasionally glowed with a frizzy electric tone. "I'll be waiting for you..."