The Faithguard Army opened the door. Galahad stood outside.
He had changed into casual clothes and was smiling warmly at Zoe.
"Miss Zoe, I'm very sorry we had to refuse your request today. The Holy See has its eyes fixed on Tis, and His Highness William has far too many matters to handle. He simply couldn't spare the time. Please allow me to apologize on his behalf."
Galahad carried himself like an old-fashioned knight. Handsome and tall, he dipped his head slightly in greeting, making Zoe blush a little.
He... he looks like one of those tragic heroes from novels...
Zoe was only a little maid. Her greatest hobby was reading knightly romances, and now that such an elegant, handsome knight stood before her, she felt slightly dazed.
Yet for some reason, as Zoe began imagining scenes from those novels, Erwin's words surfaced in her mind—we grew stronger, and they became more enthusiastic.
Galahad was very enthusiastic.
She suddenly recalled their first meeting. Back then, Galahad had worn a cold expression that kept strangers at bay, completely unlike his current smiling face.
Zoe herself did not notice that she had unconsciously frowned.
"As an apology, let me take you for a stroll through the streets of Blood Port. Wherever you wish to go, I can accompany you—anywhere at all."
Galahad raised his head slightly and studied Zoe intently.
He had come here under the prince's orders. When the prince learned that this new firearm could extend its range to seven hundred meters, he had nearly gone mad.
Seven hundred meters—seven hundred meters! Even if the records exaggerated by twice as much, even if it could only reach three hundred meters, this weapon would completely change the course of battle.
The Empire's army was still in the era of lining up