With her right hand gripping the gun and her left supporting it from below, Charlotte took a deep breath, held it, and closed her left eye, using the revolver's front sight to aim at a tree trunk twenty meters away.
Loaded with Roselle's newly developed cartridges, the handgun weighed over a kilogram. Had it been her maid Lila, who stood far behind her watching anxiously, she would not have been able to hold it up for long, even with both hands.
But after fully digesting the Arbiter potion, Charlotte felt that her control over her body had become more precise. Her strength and agility had also improved somewhat compared with when she had first taken the potion, raising her expectations for the new abilities she would gain upon advancing to Sheriff.
She adjusted the muzzle's height slightly and pulled the trigger the instant the rear sight, front sight, and target aligned.
Inside the handgun, whose design and craftsmanship far surpassed contemporary flintlock firearms, gears and connecting rods turned, transmitting the force of Charlotte's finger to the cylinder and hammer. The cylinder, loaded with six cartridges, swiftly rotated one-sixth of a turn. The hammer struck home, firing the cartridge in the chamber positioned directly behind the barrel.
Bang!
Accompanied by the recoil and loud report Charlotte had expected, a lead bullet clad in a thin copper jacket spun out of the barrel and struck the trunk squarely, tearing through the rough bark and leaving a deep bullet hole.
Hit it on the first shot... Smelling the gun smoke around her and experiencing genuine recoil, so different from games and movies, Charlotte felt a little thrill of delight.
She lowered both hands, aimed the muzzle at the trunk again, and pulled the trigger repeatedly.
Bang! Bang!
As the cylinder kept turning and