It was a slender, cold, and hard "iron tube" with simple lines.
A barely audible hum arose from the viewing platform.
Count Harvey instinctively furrowed his brows, his hand holding the teacup paused mid-air.
"These people..." he murmured, "what are they doing with sticks of firewood?"
The tone was not mocking, but purely puzzled.
He was a newly risen financial aristocrat of the South Empire, having struck it rich through shipping, mining, and finance, currently popular in the Imperial Capital.
Before the Second Prince took control of the Imperial Capital, he had sharply sensed the scent of danger and immediately transferred most of his business to the Northern Territory to rely on his second son, thinking he was being smart enough.
But at this moment, he couldn't understand the scene before him at all.
Beside him, Yorn's eyes shone intimidatingly.
"Father." His voice was very low, yet carried a near-reverent certainty, "Just watch, Lord Louis's weapon will astonish you."
