Sigris's studies ended very quickly.
It wasn't difficult for her. She memorized it after one look; all that remained was practicing how to cast it and getting familiar with it.
It was a purification art that further developed her bloodline ability and combined it with mental magic.
Sigris confirmed there was still time and decided to infiltrate the Royal City to get close to Famati.
This was the best choice as long as it didn't affect anyone else.
Even if she failed, she would be the only one who got into trouble.
It wouldn't affect anyone.
Military-controlled equipment was divided into grades. She couldn't take a gun out, so Sigris had to bring a crossbow, plenty of bolts, and a short knife.
The Olesian Army strictly regulated firearms, but it was quite lax about cold weapons.
Though the great nobles and the church also banned crossbows and armor.
Adventurers could buy crossbows for use if they registered them, but most were hunting crossbows, only effective against unarmored targets. Only a small number of military crossbows had made it onto the market.
The Olesians had mass-produced military crossbows, making them available in huge numbers, because crossbows cost less than guns.
Crossbow bolts were ridiculously cheap, too.
They were perfect for security forces.
Guns had serial numbers, so losing one would cause trouble.
Crossbows didn't.
Besides, soldiers in the Olesian Army could buy crossbows at their own expense and modify them, turning them into indirect-fire weapons that could launch grenades farther.
But most of the time, it wasn't much use, since anyone with even a little Battle Qi could throw a grenade just as far by hand.
A crossbow was something you could lose without causing much trouble.
It suited Sigris perfectly right now.
The night was pitch-black.
The Royal City, which