"Training a Transcendent took decades. From thousands upon thousands of people, one had to select the very best—those capable of shaking reality through will alone. To master Transcendent abilities well enough for combat also required extensive practice with Transcendent materials. After investing so much time and effort to train a Transcendent—"
Grandma pointed at the bolt-action rifles on the Faithguard Army soldiers' backs.
"It only takes one bullet to kill them."
"Young man, how long have you been in the Faithguard Army? How long did it take you to learn to use a bolt-action rifle?"
The Faithguard soldier froze for a moment before answering awkwardly, "I've been in the Faithguard Army for about two months. It took me... about one morning to learn how to use a bolt-action rifle."
Erwin's eyes flickered, and he silently nodded.
Grandma casually picked up a silver teacup from the table and clenched it tightly. After rubbing it between her hands, she opened her palm to reveal nothing but a metal ball. "This power may seem formidable to you, but before firearms, it isn't worth mentioning. There's no need to compare it with Castel's guns—the muskets equipped by the Empire's army are already something Transcendents cannot resist."
"The Empire's Royal Army has fought campaigns everywhere. Other than the monsters of the Silent Temple, no Transcendent can face bullets head-on on a battlefield."
"In the deep-sea war, the enemy was a pack of mindless monsters. Even so, the greatest use of us Moth Chasing Flame Transcendents was merely to provide a higher vantage point. The airships in the sky could replace most of what we did."
"And the Banshees—when were they at their strongest? When they charged in heavy armor? No. It was when they threw explosive packs."
"Among those of the same rank, Banshees were