Elliot's command was not that detailed.
But the Difference Engine's could be.
He directed a fleet to circle around to the flank and open fire with its naval guns.
That maneuver was broken down into countless separate instructions and distributed to every ship.
How far to turn the rudder, how many shovelfuls of coal the stokers needed to feed in, the gunners' firing parameters, loading ammunition-all of it arrived instantly, without the slightest error.
And those orders were not the whole of it.
Elliot merely pushed a standing marker forward, but the Difference Engine kept issuing instructions, adjusting them in real time to account for every unexpected development until the ships completed the maneuver Elliot had requested.
Elliot controlled the battlefield like a chessboard, while the Difference Engine delivered his orders down to the last screw.
At that moment, he forged countless scattered warships into a single, precise war machine.
Everyone on the battlefield sensed the enormous change.
The Machine Priests all began to pray. No further explanation was needed. This had to be a miracle of the [Casting Forge]!
Their perception of machinery was keen to begin with, so they naturally noticed that Lady Camilla was not the one issuing the orders.
That was the Family Head's authority. It was the new Duke!
Recalling Elliot's imposing gaze from the raised platform during the ceremony that day, their prayers grew even more devout.
The few High Rank Supernatural people, whose spirituality was even, even keener, also detected something different in the orders.
It was a colder, vaster, more precise presence, utterly devoid of emotion itself, as though it were merely a faithful machine carrying out instructions.
Yet it was weaving fate, calculating every change on the battlefield down to the smallest detail, then turning it into numbers and displaying them