“Defeat?”
“Yes sir.”
The legion commander was baffled.
What would take less than a day, no a few hours, resulted in a defeat.
Against a country with virtually no way to defend itself.
A state with military power worse than literal sewers.
“How?”
“...It’s not certain but perhaps they are using a type of forbidden magic.”
The legion commander narrowed his eyes.
The officer looked around quickly.
“I–”
Just then a knock came at the door.
“Come in.”
A messenger came in and saluted.
“Message for you sir!”
“What is it?”
“Surgeon Varilov Eski requests your presence!”
“Mm. You may go.”
The legion commander rose from his chair.
“You. Follow me.”
“Yes sir!”
Exiting the building, and walking towards the building directly across headquarters.
Crossing the encampment, soldiers guarding and passing greeted the legion commander who in turn nodded.
Once arriving at the strangely built building, the legion commander took a sharp turn right.
There behind the door was Varilov.
“Ah. You're here.”
“What did you call me for?”
“This.”
Varilov showed a chunk of…
“...Metal?”
Immediately the legion commander looked at Varilov for an explanation.
“It came from those who came back a few days ago.”
“So?”
“This came from the soldiers. This one from selected officers.”
Varilov showed the difference between a small piece and a larger and much more bloodied one.
“...Hm.”
“Whatever it is, the damage causes internal wounds.”
The legion commander's eyes slid to the officer. A growing shade silently erupting inside them.
“Those with the bigger metal similar to this generally have a more grievous injury compared to the smaller one. Harder to get out as well with how deep it is.”
The legion commander let out a soft sigh.
The jovial attitude a few days ago among the men was replaced with bitterness and fear.
Though it was only a detachment and not even half of the force, it certainly wasn’t good.
“Thank you for bringing this to my attention.”
Voriliv lightly smiled.
“I should thank you for visiting me.”
But in the end only the house wins.
The spark will easily be extinguished without any glance. A minor setback.
…With just a bit more caution.
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So, I got my answer.
The musket is now the Dèdance/I.
Why?
I looked it up, the company who makes it, names it, then if the military decides to, can rename it to something else.
There’s also symbolic meaning or initials of the creator. Such as the wonderful AK.
There are companies here. They’re called guilds. My, my, conglomerates.
So why is it renamed?
It’s me.
Since there’s no symbolic meaning or initials, it would just be the musket. Orflintlockriflebutwhocares.
Not for the Judge.
I said it had no name and then asked for suggestions.
Dèdance/II.
Originally, it should be unique. Something that won’t get me fired for plagiarism.
…Uh well I had to give it.
Bruhhh I’m not good at naming. Especially without thought. It takes me a good while to even think of something remotely decent.
Dèdance.
Deh. Dance.
What I came up with was defenders dance.
Partially from the words of others and cuz dance.
Now it’s stuck like that.
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu–
“What are you eating?”
Well, AdRiAn!
I am eating RAHmen.
“Food.”
As for roman numerals and the little flicky thing, well would 1 or I look better? The flicky thing I just searched up while I was writing.
Acute and grave?
“Looks interesting.”
Yes I’m a heathen who eats with a fork.
Thank you Adrian.
Grave as a day sound and acute like eh.
Dantehhh… p-puuuhahattttyourdi– putyour–
“I can’t…”
Ah, that was a nice memory.
“What is this though?”
“Uh. RRRRrrrrrations.”
“Really?”
His blue eyes sparkled annoyingly.
“What is it called?” He picked up the fork and pulled up the noodles.
….
Do they have pasta here?
“How do you make it.”
Uhhhh.
“Let me go… over there for a sec.”
Adrian raised an eyebrow but just nodded.
While he wasn’t looking I left the room.
Quickly, I searched up a recipe.
Control c control v my frieeeeeend!!!!!
“St-St-Sht…p show… a…s!!!”
Why are there so many ads bro.
Grabbing the paper from the screen and the other thing I went back into MY room.
“Here. see if you can make it.”
Please leave.
I want to read.
“Oh! Thank you for your generosity!”
….
“I du… ca… ma…”
I wanna eat in peace.
I wanna be lazy.
Life is pain.
— — — —
This capital is Bernima.
Gee I wonder named… the first time it went reasonably well.
“D-Defense.”
Of course, big scawwy, empire wouldn’t take this prid quo wo move.
I want to say lightly but like I already finished the sentence so.
My role has now become a dispenser for Judging.
Dèdance machine mk 2.
Golly gee.
So more training!
Isn’t that wonderful?
Adriana passed around the first site result of how to make homemade ramen.
Why are they actually making it properly.
Motherfudger I gave that as half a joke!
Well it’s not done, but they accumulated half of what is needed.
Mainly the veg-tables.
It is listed there…
But that’s for instant noodles.
I’m gonna cry if they actually make it.
Anyway, since they’ll come back with more people, they might construct some stuff.
The empire I mean.
Wow, even I’m saying ‘the empire’.
You can tell how much by counting.
Give it two weeks at most to reorganize to come beat our booties for obstructing the conquista.
Thing is though.
“Heheh.”
Ain’t no way in heaven it’ll go better.
In fact, it’s already decided. By who?
Who’s watching?
If you genuinely are asking, I have one question. Do you know how to read?
I resolve to keep going as the servant of his majesty!
+1 aura point(s).
Yeah yeah I still haven’t forgotten those dogwater memes.
I curse the lot of you who made that.
*Cough* Totally not me. *Cough* *Cough*
I didn’t say anything.
“By the will of god!” I raised my fist. “Fire once more for your country! For your life!”
I like being funny.
