Castel's "good night" to Blood Port traveled through the whistle of the steam locomotive that had just been delivered, reaching the ears of everyone in Blood Port.
The prince's hand holding the coin suddenly trembled.
He found it difficult to describe how he felt. It was clearly just a simple greeting, yet separated by such a vast distance and passing through two layers of encoding and translation, it had suddenly become precious.
It was as though he were communicating with steel, speaking to a Steam Engine, chatting through the sound of a whistle. Machinery had greatly expanded an individual's will. He was no longer a tiny individual; his voice, too, could resound throughout Blood Port.
The borders of one's will were no longer bound by frail flesh.
Galahad swallowed. Though he felt somewhat excited as well, he still asked hesitantly, "This method of transmitting information seems rather troublesome, doesn't it? If it requires whistle signals, it doesn't seem much more convenient than building a railway."
The prince shook his head.
"Galahad, think more broadly. Theus Code is merely an encoding method. It doesn't necessarily have to use whistle sounds as its medium. You've read the Holy Scripture, haven't you?"
Though the prince had not specified which Holy Scripture, Galahad knew there was only one answer.
—The Holy Scripture of Empire Truth. Those Faithguard Army soldiers held it all day long, and Galahad had read it many times as well. Honestly, it was indeed a good book, but it had little to do with a "Holy Scripture."
But considering that this Church was called "Empire Truth," it did seem to make some sense.
—The Empire's truth had nothing to do with faith.
"I have, Your Highness."
"The efficiency of vibrations traveling through water is far greater than through air, and sound