As Paula went all out in using her healing magic, the rebel armyâs attacks became more relentless. It took ten minutes to reload the blast cannon, and as it was reloaded, they fired it immediately.
It was dark in the city of Dream Maker, with no streetlights and late-night stores that could provide some sort of illumination. Wrapped in darkness and silence, the sound of explosions echoed throughout the city.
ăWe got a seriously wounded over here! Move it!ă
ăHis belly is ripped open. Take him to the goddess, quick!ă
ăHey, theyâre charging in!ă
ăHurry up and take his place!ă
Frantically casting her spells, Paula could tell that the enemy were beginning to attack without a care in the world. As soon as the cannon was reloaded, they fired it straight away from behind even though their comrades were charging in.
Most of the kingâs forces were gathered in front of the palace for defense. But even their number was limited.
ăCanât you do anything about the blast cannon?!ă
ăWeâre doing our best!ă
ăDamn it. Push them back even if it costs you your lives! Donât let them get close to the goddess!ă
The shells not only blew away their armor, but also their weapons. Finding them in the dark was not an option, so some snatched weapons from fallen enemies instead.
Iâm sure itâll be fine, Paula thought as she continued healing the injured. Lavia-chan will do something about that cannon!
Away from the battlefield, on the main street, a unit was preparing their portable desk and work bench.
ăPrepare for the next reload!ă
ăWeâre working on it. But youâre going too fast. Mixing chemicals take time. We wonât be able to keep up.ă
ăJust do it! Our comrades are dying out there!ă
ăDidnât you say youâre only going to use the blast cannon to scare them, and even if you did fire it, youâd only do it once.ă
ăCircumstances have changed. Just follow Lord Ludendâs orders!ă
ăYeah, yeah. I said weâre working on it. Please donât rush us. One mistake in the mixing and this whole place will blow up.ă
Men were creating blasting powder behind the rebel army. A magic weapon, the blast cannon used both gunpowder and sorcery for more attack power. But applying sorcery to gunpowder was a difficult task, and one of its drawbacks was that it couldnât be pre-made.
The blast cannons equipped on the warships were different. Since those were mostly used for expeditions, they made it so creating the blast powder for them was easier.
Loading blast cannons on a cart and turning it into a mobile weapon was something theyâd never thought about before. Thatâs why even though there were thirty engineers, only one of the six blast cannons actually worked. The other five were simply for display. Yet these were still real cannons, so engineers had to accompany them.
ăHow many shells do we have left?ăThe operator sighed as he asked his colleague.
Hearing the possibility of the place blowing up, the man in charge left, his face pale.
ăThirty. More than enough.ă
ăI guess the problem is the catalyst. Weâll have to use less.ă
ăAre we even going to use all of them?ă
ăWhat if we run out and they need to fire more shells? Weâll get an earful for sure.ă
ăYouâre right. Looks like the mixing is done.ă
ăLetâs do a final check. Times like this, you gotta stay calm.ă
The operator let go of the catalyst and strode towards the engineer doing the mixing.
None of the engineers noticed the figure blending in the darkness right beside them. Mixing chemicals outdoors. Working in the dark. Starting a coup that could change history. These men were trying to stay calm, but they couldnât deny feeling restless.
ăHe said they didnât have much catalyst.ă
Lavia came out of the dark, carrying a bag with Drake inside. Slowly and quietly, Lavia approached the bag containing the catalyst. It was smaller than Drake, so she should be able to carry it on her own.
On a workbench about five meters away, engineers were weighing compounds and mixing them in solvents, checking their color. Now was Laviaâs chance to steal the catalyst.
ăHey!ă
Lavia pulled her hand back in a hurry.
ăIs the mixing not done yet?!ă
ăJust doing final checks, as you can see.ă
ăBring it here quick!ă
ăOkay⌠Letâs go.ă
The engineers carried the bowl containing blasting powder cautiously. Then one of them noticed something.
ăI left a bag of catalyst here. Whereâd it go?ă
ăHurry up! Lord Ludend is waiting!ă
ăY-Yes, Sir!ă
It wouldnât be until five minutes later when they realized that the bag was gone.
ăAlmost gave me a heart attackâŚă
Lavia was panting hard. In five minutes, Lavia wouldâve made it quite far, yet she sank down on a back alley, the bag of catalyst with her. She pulled her hand back from surprise earlier, but as soon as she realized it wasnât her that the man called, she took the bag and escaped.
ăD-Does Hikaru do this all the time? Itâs too much for the heart.ă
Hikaru always returned late at night when out on his Stealth missions. Because of that, he would wake up late, shortening the time that Lavia could be with him. Sheâd never complained about it, but it did make her feel sad.
ăI should be much nicer to himâŚăLavia decided.ăWith this, they shouldnât be able to use the blast cannon anymore⌠I think. I just followed what Hikaru said.ă
Casting fire magic while hidden with Stealth, rendering all their materials useless would be much easier for Lavia. But Hikaru said something before he left.
If the rebel army brings out blast cannons, snatch any of the three things thatâll make them uselessâthe catalyst, gunpowder, or shells. If you can do it, that is.
Lavia followed his instructions.
ăHe already knew what would happen. He really is incredible.ă
While the attack happened earlier than expected, the situation developed according to what Hikaru said.
ăAll I have to do now is wait hereâŚă
All of a sudden, she felt the bag on her back move.
ăUhmâŚă
ăDrake?!ă
Lavia quickly put the bag on the ground. Drake rubbed his eyes with his forefeet.
His drowsy eyes snapped open.ăWhere am I?! I feel something really bad!ă
ăWhatâŚ?ă
ăTheyâre coming!ă
Drakeâs awakening was sudden, and so were his words.
ăCan you dig a hole?! A very big one!ă
ăW-Wait a sec. Calm down. Whatâs wrong?ă
ăWellâŚăHis stomach growled.ăâŚfirst, I need something to eat.ă