Originally, the people of the Grand Duchy of Romena were skilled in manipulating machinery and materials.
If you look around, most of the items that are useful in real life were brought from Romena. Didn't they also make the substance that melts the snow?
Therefore, if I sent the blueprints, I expected that someone from Romena in the rear would take charge. Of course, I didn't know it was Anton.
I walk over without footsteps and set the cup down on the desk.
Anton, who had been so engrossed, looked up as if he finally realized he wasn't alone.
"Huh?"
"Sorry to interrupt you."
"Oh, no... Thank you. Take care of me."
Anton took a sip of tea and let out a long breath. For a moment, he goes back to scribbling something on the blueprint.
His concentration was frightening.
Except when he was sleeping, I rarely saw him up at his desk. Sometimes I saw him sleeping at his desk.
The reason he is in such a hurry is that it has been three weeks since the supply was cut off to Whitefield.
In addition, a huge amount of smoke was seen on the Whitefield side not long ago.
Finally, the fourth battle broke out.
When a battle breaks out, the consumption of material skyrockets. This is because they have no choice but to pour in supplies to restore exhausted soldiers and wounded soldiers.
Whitefield, which had been barely surviving on emergency food and supplies, probably ran out of most of its supplies that day.
Therefore, it is necessary to break through the supply line immediately, but for some reason, progress has been slow.
I apparently sent the completed device blueprints, and I provided the oil. In the rear, it was a matter of making it.
Honestly, I thought the device was almost complete when I got here...
'What the hell are you worried about?'
Even at this moment, the soldiers of Whitefield must be starving.
Hiding my frustration, I glanced at Anton. He was working on a blueprint and something else.
"Perhaps... Are you trying to supplement the blueprint?"
"...Do you know how to see something like this?"
"I don't know. It's just that the drawing Anton is drawing now is different from the drawing of the blueprint... Oh, sorry."
"Oh, no..."
Anton nodded without question.
"We're changing the structure so that it ignites as soon as the oil is sprayed."
The device I envisioned was to spray oil at the monster from the front, and then shoot flaming arrows from the boat that followed.
"Is that more efficient?"
"It's not easy to hit an opponent on a rocking boat who is flying freely through the strong winds. You'll be attacked before you can fire an arrow."
Oh, I didn't think of the river wind.
His face instantly became hot. He was in a hurry to make the device, so he didn't consider the environment.
"It's easier said than done. If it doesn't go through human hands, the accuracy is significantly lower."
Before the Great Rift, there was a bow made in Romena. Once fired, dozens of iron arrows fly in all directions from the long barrel.
It was difficult to use in a melee where allies and monsters were mixed, but it was a weapon that could be used effectively in small-scale operations.
What if you have that bow in your supplies...
"What if you give up accuracy?"
"Yes?"
"I don't know, but if you shoot dozens of hundreds of arrows at the same time, there's no reason to worry about accuracy."
"Yes, of course. But to be able to do that, you have to modify your bow...!"
Anton's eyes widened, and he jumped to his feet.
"I'm sorry. I got something urgent to check on."
"It's okay."
Anton rolled up the blueprint and ran out of the barracks.
Left alone, I calmly put away his teacup.
***
That evening, I headed to the restaurant to meet with Baba.
Baba was talking to a few people.
He's only been here for five days, and he seems to have gotten along quite well. It was natural to see them laughing and talking.
"Brother."
"Uh, Adina, are you here?"
"Yes."
"Are you hungry? Let's eat."
Baba put his arms around my shoulder and led me to the table. Then he stood in front of me, blocking the gaze of the men who glanced at me.
"Stop staring at my sister, go away."
"Oh, I want you to introduce me."
"Don't even dream about it."
"Oh my gosh... yes, so stop pushing! Oh, I got it!"
Baba pushed the crowd away and brought them food.
"My sister, make sure to chew and eat a lot."
He pushed the food in front of me, looking a bit like Chevio.
You're imitating Chevio. Holding back laughter, I picked up the utensils.
"Did you recognize it?"
"Yes."
Baba glanced around him.
"I think they've finally started renovating. I heard they're using an improved bow, but I'll check back tomorrow for more details."
"You don't have to."
"Why?"
"I thought I had a rough idea. How long will it take?"
"We've already built the basic framework, so we just need to put the device in and it's over."
Whitefield needed not only supplies but also non-combatant personnel.
It was their job to prepare meals, take care of hygiene, and care for the wounded.
"How did you find out?"
"I asked Smith."
Baba had also made friends with the scrupulous Smith. I don't know how they made it, but it was very good.
"Will there be a lot of applicants?"
"I don't think so. You can make enough money here, so why risk your life for it?"
"That's a good thing."
If you apply, you'll be able to pass without difficulty. Baba whispered softly to me as I smiled softly.
"But we don't accept female applicants. It's too dangerous."
If I didn't get support, there was no way. You have to take a boat from here to get to Whitefield.
"What are you going to do? Shall we go around the river now?"
"It was a river that symbolized the border between the Grand Duchy of Romena and the empire. It was that long, and no matter how cold it was, it didn't freeze."
Wasn't that why you came to the rear? If you go back to the river, you don't know when you'll arrive.
"I'll take care of that."
"Is there a way?"
I scooped up the soup in silence. Moderately cooked meat has a savory smell.
The bread wasn't bad either, although it was a bit hard. There are also vegetables in it. That's enough to eat on the battlefield.
"There's so much stuff here..."
Suddenly, the taste buds disappeared. Baba stared at me as I put the spoon down.
"Do you want to stop eating again?"
"It doesn't work."
"I'm not going to be a little bit of a food grumble. What's the reason. I haven't seen you eat properly since you came here."
"Not food grumbling, just... I'm not hungry."
Baba grabbed the bread and took a big bite of it.
"I killed my first person when I was five years old."
I raised my head and stared at Baba. He shrugged as he chewed on the bread with a smug expression.
"Strangely, I haven't eaten for days. Not like you."
"..."
"But my father, or the guild leader, can't take care of me, right? I don't even have the strength to get up, but he's training me. Like a dog."
Baba shoved the last piece of bread into his mouth.
"Then I almost died sparring with Vivi. I couldn't use my strength because I didn't eat."
"..."
"Since then, I haven't skipped a meal no matter what. I could die for that one meal."
Baba picked up my spoon and held it out.
"Eat it."
Suddenly, I felt ashamed.
To get to the Whitefield, you must first pass through the wall of monsters. It's hard to even with normal physical strength, so I get sentimental and skip meals.
'When am I going to grow up?'
I picked up a spoon and ate all the soup.
The bread was so large that half of it went into Baba's mouth, but he devoured all the other food I was given.
Baba, who had been watching me with an expressionless face, raised the corners of his mouth and smiled.
"You've finally come to your senses."
"You said they're going to recruit volunteers tomorrow?"
"If it's going to be difficult, tell me. I'm going to talk to Smith. If it doesn't work, you can speak into the boat."
"I have to take care of my own business. See you tomorrow morning."
***
Anton returned to the barracks late evening. He was in the river the whole time, and his body smelled like water.
When he finished bathing, his face turned red, which had been frozen white. I tidied up the tub and handed him a cup of tea.
"I think you've worked things out. You have a nice look on your face."
"More, thanks to you. Thank you."
"I don't know what I did for you, but I'm glad I did."
"What a help!"
Anton began to explain, excited. He had perfected the device using a roughly improved bow.
I had already guessed it, so I just listened silently. After chatting for a while, he glances at me.
"I'm sorry, was it boring?"
"No, Sir. But I don't think I've helped as much as you thought."
"No, I don't! If Adina hadn't given me a hint, I'd still be tearing my hair out."
"Then may I ask you a favor?"
"Yes? Yes, please?"
Anton blinked in embarrassment. I smiled softly, and his cheeks turned reddish.
"Uh... What is it?"
"Please help me get to the Whitefield."
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