Nora had not only joined the queue—she had joined a legendary-tier queue.
Too many Burier pilots wanted to fire artillery, but the advance on the battlefield had to be paced, and artillery logistics and resupply also took time. Put together, there was simply no need for so many people at the moment.
Nora did the math. If she wanted to get onto the battlefield, she might have to wait more than half a month.
Who could stand that?!
She went to Galahad to ask what was going on.
In Nora's view, once they had weapons, they should haul them all to the battlefield and push straight through to Rhine in one wave. That was the proper approach.
Stockpiling weapons instead of using them, leaving her unable to take artillery onto the battlefield—Nora simply could not understand it.
When she found Galahad, he was also operating a self-propelled artillery piece, while Isabella recorded data nearby.
"Full speed ahead—yes, don't slow down. Fire directly!"
The engine roared as the self-propelled artillery piece Galahad was driving dragged a trail of dust across the ground. At Isabella's command, he swung the turret around and fired almost without aiming.
Bang!
Several hundred meters away, a half-body target was punched through—since this was a drill, Galahad's shell had not been loaded with explosives.
Nora's eyes widened.
Hitting a half-body target from several hundred meters away might have been possible with a properly calibrated rifle, but with an artillery shell? While moving at full speed?
Galahad stopped the vehicle, opened the hatch, and jumped out. He glanced at the distant target and smiled in satisfaction.
"So? Knight isn't completely useless, is it?"
Only then did Nora realize that this must have been his transcendent ability.
Come to think of it, a Knight could perfectly control their mount