Listening closely, Fiammetta's voice trembled slightly—not from surprise, but from emotion.
"This light can change color, right?"
Hoshino paused at her words, then carefully considered what she meant. Blue lightning was obviously too technological; if the blue were changed to gold, it would look very "religious," very much in the style of a monastery.
"As far as Bronya knows, Laterano is full of angels with guns and cannons. Technology and religion coexist there. Your concern has no meaning whatsoever."
"Th-that's true."
Fiammetta still had something she wanted to say, but after opening her mouth, she found herself unable to voice it.
Gold was Durandal's color.
She truly wanted to follow in Lady Durandal's footsteps. Even if it was just appearance, color, or some utterly insignificant little detail, Fiammetta wanted to.
As a Yan Kingdom proverb put it, this was striving to emulate the worthy.
"Thirty seconds, including cooldown and reloading time." Bronya earnestly helped her remove her gloves and carefully examined Fiammetta's arms. "Even with the buffering mechanism, your limit is only fifteen arrows."
"I'll be careful."
Fiammetta had wanted to say that there seemed to be no enemy fifteen arrows could not handle, but when she recalled what she had seen and heard at the shrine, she promptly drove that thought from her mind.
She would never entertain such arrogant thoughts again.
Fiammetta said somewhat awkwardly, "The weapon is excellent, but I don't think I can afford it. Could I pay with beer and bread instead?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
Bronya seemed somewhat confused. "You are an experimental volunteer, assisting Bronya in testing weapons that are still under development. Bronya thanks you. Why would you want Bronya to charge you?"
She tilted her head.
Is something wrong with her?
Fiammetta listened carefully to her words and