"Master. Why don't you get some sleep? Are you not tired yet? Do you want me to tire you out?" Mae asked while sitting on the edge of the bed. "You have been working on it the entire time…"
Nathan was sitting on the floor while disassembling his pistol. Mae was confused because if he had ended up breaking it, there was no way to fix it.
At the same time, Nathan rarely used his weapon. Although it was true that his weapon would release an even stronger bullet, his fighting style relied on his flexibility. And summoning the worlds and controlling directly was much more flexible than using his gun.
Still, ever since they set sail from the North Pole, Nathan had been doing something with his weapon as though he wanted to achieve something beyond her knowledge.
"It's fine. You can get some sleep first." Nathan waved his hand.
