"Galahad, the Dragon Breath Cannon is the most wonderful thing in this world. Nothing else can compare." The prince lounged in an armchair with his feet on the desk, gazing drunkenly at the catalog before him.
"You said the Gatling Gun was the best thing just a few days ago."
"Oh, the Gatling Gun is nice too, but compared to the Dragon Breath Cannon, it's still... not enough." The prince curled his lip. "Don't you think the Gatling Gun's firepower is a little lacking? The Dragon Breath Cannon is the true weapon for breaking through defenses!"
As he spoke, he held up the catalog. Even as a mere illustration, the black, gaping barrel seemed to radiate a savage sense of power.
"Look, now this is the kind of weapon a man should use. What's a Gatling Gun? A tiny little pipe? Isn't the Dragon Breath Cannon far more powerful?"
Galahad looked at the catalog that had nearly been shoved into his face and could not help sighing inwardly.
The catalog had been provided by Castel.
Theus had no qualms about displaying his cutting-edge weapons and equipment. He had even hinted to the prince that, if war broke out with the Empire, he could consider supplying a batch of weapons as support.
Only actual combat could reveal a weapon's flaws. With Cognitive Interference in place, Theus was not worried about technological leaks in the slightest.
What a joke. To steal the technology, they would have to steal the entire production line and its researchers as well. Who could possibly manage that?
This world, where cognition could influence reality, had certainly caused Theus plenty of trouble, but at least it had its advantages when it came to preventing technological leaks.
A bolt-action rifle, half-disassembled, now sat on the prince's desk, alongside blueprints