"Your Highness Yuffie, why did you suddenly ask to imitate Aningsbe's creations?"
Ria did not quite understand. Though their friendship had faded, they had once been genuinely close.
No matter how gifted someone was, without the shoulders of giants to stand upon, they could only slowly understand and explore things on their own. Yuffie belonged to the smarter sort.
A Princess with the makings of a king, after a period of calm—free from emotional interference, armed with knowledge gained through practice, and grown older—was clearly more rational now than before, when despite possessing kingly talent, she had been more easily swayed by her emotions.
Yuffie pointed at the intelligence on the table. It was a Crystal Ball. "Watch first, then we'll talk."
In the image, cannons had been set up atop a small hill in the distance. After a burst of explosions and flashes, the city wall was swiftly struck, sending up clouds of smoke and shattered stone. That range was simply far too great.
The power of a single shot was not unimaginably devastating, but the other side could fire continuously, and at great speed. Some mages died not because they could not block a single attack, but because they had no time to cast magic to stop it.
As for the mages who could block the Iron Balls, they were the sort who had activated Magic Array defenses in advance. Even those magical barriers could not hold through many volleys.
The main issue was not the power, but the range.
According to intelligence from all parties, the Olesian Army had not been defeated in close combat, but by the cannons. The enemy was simply too skilled at using artillery for long-range strikes, destroying the enemy's formations.
Against such overwhelming bombardment, their formations were often thrown into disarray before