Javier stood at the edge of the wall, arms crossed, his eyes scanning the landscape below as the Anti-Air Mana Gun locked into place.
"…Hmm. You know what?" he muttered aloud, as if recalling something exciting. "Let's put thirty mana cannons on this wall."
Liana blinked. "Thirty?"
He turned to her with his familiar grin. "Let them fight us in medieval style—swords, shields, pretty armor, and all that."
He paused, then added with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, "But when I say boom boom, they go boom boom."
Gloria narrowed her gaze slightly. "...Ara. A childish name for mass destruction, but effective."
"Thanks," Javier replied proudly.
The nearby Puppet Knights made no sound, but their glowing cores flickered faintly in acknowledgment, waiting for his next order.
He tapped the barrel of the mana gun again and continued, "Just like the last war Armand fought… Remember that one?"
