A Gunshot, with Exactly Five Bullets Left

"Take me there, and I'll return your equipment to you immediately."

"Yes," Peter said, "But we're not sure if that liaison is still there."

"It's alright, getting me there is enough." Aaron immediately returned the bow and arrow to Susan, and the Longsword to Peter. As for the potion bottle, he wanted to secretly keep it, after all, it was Potions even more precious than the Phoenix Tears.

"Where's my medicine bottle?" Lucy asked meaningfully.

"I hate these kinds of memories, ugh." Aaron chuckled awkwardly. "You haven't eaten yet, have you? How about this, I'll treat you to a good meal, lots of food, and that bottle of medicine..."

Lucy smiled innocently. "Although I look only twelve or thirteen years old, I was once the Queen of Narnia, and I was older than you before I left Narnia."

"Alright!" Aaron sighed, reluctantly returning the red medicine bottle.

Tumnus paused slightly, then handed the sword in his hand to Edmund, saying, "Here you go, Your Majesty."

"What happened to Narnia while we were away?" Peter asked.

"Let's talk as we go!" Tumnus said in a deep voice, then let the five people board the boat.

Peter the initiative to row, and they followed the river into a canyon.

"What's your name?" Edmund asked.

"Gaius, Aaron Gaius."

In this world, I am but a nobody, my fame far surpassing that of you four kings.

"They're so quiet," Lucy said, looking at the trees on both sides of the canyon.

"They are trees, what do you expect from them?" Tumnus said calmly.

"I used to dance."

"The Telmarine you left, and the survivors all hid in the woods."

As for the trees, after they buried themselves deep inside, no one heard any news of them.

"I don't understand," Lucy said sadly. "How could Aslan let this happen?"

"Aslan? He abandoned us when you abandoned us."

"So..." Aaron swallowed hard, "That lion wasn't just a legend?"

"Of course not," Lucy said seriously. "We even fought alongside him!"

"Can you tell me how strong he is?" Aaron asked. If nothing unexpected happened, Aslan might be the only creature in this world that could threaten him. It would be good to know more about him.

"I can't really explain it either," Lucy said, scratching her head. "The moment you meet him, you feel that he is trustworthy and worthy of respect."

During the White Witch's reign over Narnia, the entire world was covered in ice and snow, but when she returned, winter turned into spring.

The White Witch had petrified many of her rebels, but Aslan simply breathed on them and they were restored. In the final battle, his roar alone allowed us to overwhelm the enemy army, which was on the verge of collapse.

Aaron:...

The assessment is complete. He is at least at the Holy Magus level, someone I cannot afford to offend.

Moreover, Aslan is definitely still alive. At that level, lifespan is no longer a constraint for him, and he certainly won't happen to die in the next few weeks.

However, Aslan seems to be on the side of justice. As long as he doesn't do anything that would anger the heavens and the people or endanger the world, he shouldn't be offended.

"We didn't mean to leave," Peter said apologetically.

"Then there's not much difference, right?"

"Take us to the Narnian, and they'll solve the problem."

"Wait, you promised to take me home!" Aaron said awkwardly.

"We mean what we say." Lucy shrugged.

The ship docked at the shore, Tumnus dropped the anchor and kicked it twice, embedding it into the ground.

Aaron, along with Peter, Edmund, Susan, worked together to pull the wooden boat ashore.

Lucy spotted a black bear in the distance and, intrigued, approached it. In her mind, the residents of Narnia were still as warm and hospitable as they had been a few weeks ago.

"Hello!"

The black bear let out a low growl and then stood up.

"It's okay, we're your friends."

"Is your sister out of her mind?" Aaron gasped. "I thought she was pretty reliable, but it seems I was just imagining things."

"Don't move, Your Majesty," Tumnus hurriedly said, and Lucy instinctively stood still.

Just then, footsteps reached her ears. Lucy turned her head and saw the black bear pouncing towards her, which frightened her so much that she immediately ran back.

Susan immediately drew her bow and arrow, warning Yu, "Stay away from her."

The black bear remained unmoved, and Lucy fell to the ground, letting out a terrified scream as she faced the gaping maw.

"Ah!"

"Shoot the arrow, Susan!" Edmund and Peter grabbed their swords and charged at the black bear, but they were only twenty or thirty meters away, and they weren't sure if they could catch up.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Peter and Edmund, who were running wildly, stopped in their tracks in a daze. Susan put down her bow and arrow in a daze, Tumnus sat on the ground in disbelief, and Lucy's screams stopped abruptly.

The black bear cried out in pain and fell to the ground. There was a transparent hole in its head, running from its forehead to the back of its skull. Blood kept gushing out of the hole, staining the ground a deep crimson.

But nobody paid attention to it; everyone turned their gaze to Aaron, their eyes filled with astonishment and a hint of tension.

Aaron pretended to blow on the muzzle of his revolver.

Why are you all looking at me?

Although I'm quite handsome, I still feel a bit embarrassed having so many eyes staring at me.

"You, you, you actually have a gun?" Edmund swallowed hard.

As if it were the most natural thing in the world, Aaron shrugged and smiled meaningfully, "Why do you think I returned the weapons to you so readily?"

It may be a bit inappropriate to say this, but I wouldn't dare walk outside in a strange and dangerous place without some kind of weapon for protection.

"But this is just too much!" Susan said, speechless. "We only use bows and arrows, or at best, crossbows, and you're using firearms?"

"Is it my fault?"

"What exactly is your identity in the human world?" Peter asked with a serious expression.

There are still many places in their world where war is raging. Now, suddenly there is a boy with a gun. It's one thing for him to kill a black bear so casually, but the bullet hit him right between the eyebrows. His marksmanship makes him think twice.

The son of an officer? A member of royalty? Or perhaps an assassin trained by some powerful organization?

"Uh... don't get me wrong, I don't have any special status, I'm just an ordinary person."

"Ordinary people don't have guns, nor do they have this kind of marksmanship," Peter said seriously. "To hit someone right between the eyebrows from dozens of meters away, that's something you probably couldn't do without rigorous training!"

"I admire your way of thinking, but there are people in this world called geniuses."

"That's exactly me. From childhood to university, I've always been incredibly fast at everything, including shooting."

"A genius?" Peter looked at him thoughtfully and suspiciously. "Could you tell me how you got your gun?"

"It's a family heirloom," Aaron replied without batting an eye.

"Come on, if you're going to be perfunctory, at least be a little more serious!" Edmund's lips twitched slightly. "We don't know much about firearms, but this is the first time we've ever seen such a beautiful and exquisite gun. It's countless times more sophisticated than the guns used by the guards at the train station."

"You have a good eye. This gun has a matte black finish, an ergonomic grip, is 30 centimeters long, has a 10-centimeter barrel, weighs 800 grams, and has an exposed hammer with intricately carved patterns. I've named it 'Twilight'..."

"Wait, nobody asked you that," Susan interrupted him. "We just want to know where you got such a fine gun."

"Don't worry, tell us who you are, we'll take you there."

"But this gun is truly an heirloom from my ancestors!"

"Don't joke around," Peter said. "Your gun is far more advanced than ordinary firearms. If it's an heirloom, the timeline doesn't match up at all."

Aaron sighed wearily, "An elder in my family, the kind who is old and of high seniority... has a talent for designing weapons that far surpasses that of ordinary people. This is one of his few top-notch works."

He passed the gun on to the youngest person in the family, which was me.

He's no longer alive, are you satisfied now?

The group looked at each other, as if they had inadvertently touched a sore spot.

"I'm sorry, we didn't mean to," Lucy said guiltily.

"I'm sorry," Peter said sincerely.

"Hmph!" Aaron snorted in dissatisfaction. He was absolutely telling the truth. Argus was indeed no longer alive, and this gun was indeed passed down to him by Arg. As for how these people interpreted it, he couldn't care less.

"Your luck is really...enviable!" Edmund remarked. "When we first came to Narnia, we didn't have any equipment."

"Can I see your gun? I've never touched one before in my life."

"Do you think that's possible?" Aaron sneered. "This gun is my livelihood in this world."

"Okay! So... how many bullets do you have left?"

Aaron pushed the revolver forward, pretending to eject the bullets one by one, "One, three, four, five..."

Five bullets, just enough.

Everyone:...

What do you mean? What does "just enough" mean?

Are these five bullets intended for the five of us?

"Are you sure it's just five bullets?" Peter asked with some skepticism.

"Nonsense." Aaron glared at him. "I only carry a gun for self-defense, not for fighting. Why would I need so many bullets?"

"That's true!"

"Why didn't he stop?" Susan walked forward and looked at the dead black bear, a hint of confusion in her eyes.

"Why did he stop?" Aaron countered. "It's a bear, a lunch is right in front of us, and you expect him to pretend he didn't see anything?"

"No, I mean he might be Narnian."

The Narnian intelligent, can speak, and do not easily attack humans.

"Excuse me for speaking frankly, but I don't see any wisdom in him at all; he's more like a wild bear."

"I don't think he can talk either," Peter chimed in.

Tumnus's expression was complicated, and his voice revealed neither joy nor anger. "Being treated like a stupid animal for too long will make you stupid too."

You will find that Narnia has become even more wild and untamed than before.