A monster?
Theus could not help turning to look at the armored train beside him.
Because it had to carry large quantities of cargo and smash through obstacles in its path, the Steam Engine fitted to the front was extremely powerful. For such relatively primitive machinery, greater power also meant greater size.
Combined with the thick, heavy armor plating around it and the multiple fire platforms mounted atop the engine, the entire train was outrageously huge.
A plow blade had also been installed at the front to shove aside obstructions. To deal with the beasts' spikes, the Expeditionary Force had made a few idle modifications and added some graffiti, such as the shark teeth painted on airships. For some reason, most people had taken a liking to that design.
As a result, the whole train really did look rather ferocious.
No, it was actually extremely ferocious. Looking at the pitch-black cannon muzzles on the roof, the prince instinctively felt a chill run down his back.
But Theus clearly did not feel that way. He circled the locomotive several times in puzzlement before saying, "What an industrially beautiful train. Look at the texture of that steel, look at those smooth lines—how can you call this a monster?"
Hunter: ...
The prince: ...
The prince said, "Anyway, how is the Resistance Army holding up?"
Hunter thought for a moment before answering seriously, "They should be doing all right. The attacks Viscount Frey launched were just for show. He needs the Resistance Army to remain, so that he has a legitimate reason to stay in Count Bazel's territory."
"Though those attacks have not exactly been easy for the Resistance Army."
The prince glanced at the clerk beside him. Only after seeing that she had written it all down did he continue