Behind the King, the samurai of the escort trembled in fear as they prostrated themselves on the ground, praying loudly to the mythical monster they revered in their hearts. Off to the side, even the usually resolute Intelligence Officer thudded to his knees. His eyes were filled with bewilderment, for the first time doubting his own beliefs, suddenly in awe of His Highness's origins.
Xiulote smiled slightly. These epoch-making weapons were about to be mass-produced, naturally they could not be concealed. Therefore, he took the initiative to show them to Aweit, also hoping to obtain more craftsmen from the Alliance to increase the production of gunpowder weapons.
After a long while, Aweit regained some composure. He pondered for a good while, pacing back and forth. Then, the King placed his hands on His Highness's shoulders, the teacher gazing at the wondrous student, and spoke slowly with a solemn expression.