I think it went well.

  Be still, my beating heart.

  I am now certified!

  Also I think they see me as something else…

  Ehhhhh whaaaaaatever!

  It’s probably not important!

  What was my grand plan you say?

  Hm hm!

  It was! To bring buns!

  Er, I mean weapons.

  So now, I’m heading on over for the explanation of this mysterious weapon. Ooooooooo!

  Basically, Imma be the loyal savant servan!

  As I arrived it was a bunch of military guys waiting for me. The royal guards, the top of the chain of the army, and a few others.

  Our great majesty designated me as a weapons creator.

  Which I'm not but whateeeeeeever.

  Snapshots are easy.

  Though trust in me is low, they allowed me to be here so, thus it starts! Truly. Trust.

  “My fine gentlemen! Thank you for taking the time for this… explanation.”

  I grabbed the wonderful boom boom stick.

  “This, daringly called the musket,” I’m not copying. I’m not copying. I’m borrowing plotlines. “Is quite the road killer.”

  I cleared my throat.

  “Questions?”

  “How is this supposed to win a war like you said?” a disgruntled general (I’ll call him that for now) asked.

  Well, I did say that.

  “Mm. Certainly that is a question. How? This, operates as a ranged weapon. And…”

  I reached for the bayonet and put it on.

  “While not exactly for melee, it can! Operate like a spear!” sort of.

  ….

  No applause.

  My feelings are hurt. Sob.

  I’m gonna cry.

  “Last time, wasn’t exactly a safe environment to fire, but here is!” ‘Sorry for the roof lol.’ “This demonstration shows how to load and fire!”

  After going through the steps I watched on video, I recreated it.

  “Now. This is vital. It will not. Will NOT fire if this isn’t pulled.” I pointed to the striker.

  To be honest I forgot it’s name.

  “Oh and this has to be covered.” Y'know. Friction or somethin. “Then you pull this. The Trigger. Aim… Then…”

  –Boom!

  Maaaaybe a lil too much gunpowder.

  It’s the same reaction as before.

  Also they definitely flinched.

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  “If we equip soldiers with this, and using these beautiful tactics…” I totally didn’t copy from a certain pedia site.

  The possibility?

  “How fearful will they all be?” I gave them the papers.

  All their faces turned serious.

  Damn.

  Did you guys think of needing to use the bathroom at the same time?

  “How many can you make?”

  “As many as his majesty wants.”

  Uncertainty.

  “And how do we know this is not a ploy to have more justification on their side?”

  “Do you want to wait when they inevitably come to dismantle everything? We have a single chance!”

  “Grasping onto a factor we know nothing about, risking lives, if we fight our heads will roll if we fail! Accepting their demands allows survival for everyone!”

  “What of the future? If we fall under them, it will not be bright.”

  “There will be no future as soon as we reject their demands.”

  “Sigh… perhaps we should wait a bit.”

  Loyalty, pessimism, self preservation, indecision.

  In this meeting there are three factions.

  The smallest, the neutral observers.

  The second, the loyal hardliners.

  The largest, the preservation coalition.

  One chance.

  The argument of the stranger, who calls Themself The Servant of his majesty, This Servant, a Loyal Servant of…

  The Servant.

  After giving the book and demonstration went somewhere, whilst those who watched, primarily those from the home defense guard gained new ideas.

  There is utterly no information about this except those from the book The Servant gave, and the two demonstrations.

  How the noise it creates is deafening.

  The issue is manpower and agreement.

  The book shows how to use it, putting it into practice?

  …Disastrous.

  But this showed up on their last leg.

  If not now, it would be never.

  The coalition, however, differs.

  Waste of resources for an inevitable conclusion.

  Why try when it wouldn’t change?

  Bow our heads before anything bad happens.

  In near size, one is barely bigger.

  Their points shadowed each other.

  It’s possible.

  It’s impossible.

  The King watched with an indecipherable face.

  The final verdict still rested with the law.

  And the law chooses what it decides. Even if it is weak.

  For it was no puppet.

  Some may ask, ‘uh why did you bring a musket to fantasy?’ and the answer is cuz I felt like it.

  ;^)

  You see, I like progression. Progression!

  Assumedly, if they decide to trust me, they might barely be able to assemble…

  The ten fleet regiments!

  Why fleet?

  Because all of them will all die.

  Such a fleeting battle it’ll be!

  Haha.

  But, to be honest, if I gave them something strong, well it wouldn’t fit with the established.

  Ah but that’s just sophistry! This is a world full of megic n swurds!

  You can get stronk with talent!

  Talent my balls! I don’t have any!!!!!!!!!!!!

  If they succeed in defending, then I, as a loyal servant, must give my all too.

  Well.

  That's if they choose to do so.

  If not?

  Then it’s joever.

  Pack it up.

  Time to get on the next train.

  But that’s not now!

  There's like a week or two before anything happens.

  I think.

  For that time…

  Well.

  Let’s just go along the river.

  Then uh.

  I dunno, maybe I need some sleep.

  I definitely didn’t jump headfirst into the pond with no backup. Why would that even be a thought?

  You didn’t think that subconsciously right?

  Right?

  “Though I s’pose there needs to be trust.”

  Trust is the main factor between socialites.

  Ah, well, I’m not one. But the example works.

  ….

  I jumped down from the wall.

  “My kneeeeeeeeeeeees……”

  The clear sky started to dim.

  “Great sign.” Don’t you think so?