Volume 4 Chapter 33 Grenade Gatling
Once again, Horace's dungeon raid took place.
Using flashy effects, movements, and precise, vivid actions, they aimed to dazzle the audience. The raid was conducted in full view, with Horace clad in his striking red armor, and the children were in a frenzy of excitement.
The dungeon raid was happening again, and everyone was curious about how it would unfold.
'Hahaha! Grenade Gatling is the best!'
The 14-year-old princess unleashed about 200 hand grenades at the fortress in just one minute.
'Go, go!'
'Whoa!'
'Fiiiiiiibaaaaa!'
Beside the exuberant princess, Horace's 13-year-old students also fired about 200 grenades into the fortress in the same span.
The fortress under attack was beyond recognition—not just in ruins, but completely unidentifiable.
The auditorium showing this spectacle was equally electrified by the terrifying explosion scenes. It felt somewhat inappropriate for educational purposes, but since such explosive displays were irreproducible, the teachers seemed to tolerate it as long as Horace was present.
The technical aspects of this chaotic bombardment were significant, but it required overwhelming magical power.
"...Ah, brother gave up, I see."
"He's sitting cross-legged in the corner of the room, Master."
"There's no helping it. He has to give up now."
"No one will be happy if he does that."
"But it's already impossible now."
"That's right. If that's the case, no one will be happy?"
"But it's not possible anymore."
"Yes. And that's fine. But I wish the kids were filmed at a slightly lower angle."
"Foot fetishists and lolicons, stay quiet."
As members of Nousa and Luster Report, we understand that the thrill of witnessing overwhelming skill is irreplaceable.
And we know that sometimes giving up leads to peace.
Therefore, it means, "No more. Give up." This is probably because Horace's education is flawed.
Ellie remains calm and collected, even now; she should show a little restraint.
'Hyahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!'
Among them, Princess Lucia seems to be having the most fun, but royalty inherently carries responsibilities. Her father is ill and still recovering, making her the de facto leader of the nation.
It's unfair to burden a 14-year-old girl, but Lucia works hard; she needs a break sometimes.
That much is understandable. However, whether this counts as a break is debatable; it looks incredibly fun, though.
'...Everyone, do your best!'
Horace has nothing to do, so he sits in a corner and watches over them.
In fact, Horace has nothing to do. After all, the grenades the children are using weigh a total of 2 kilograms and don't need reloading since they generate the grenades internally.
The grenades are custom-designed to be harmless to humans, so even if they explode near Lucia and the others, there's no impact. Monsters caught in the explosion die instantly, leaving no bodies, just dropping coins and items; there are no shocking images.
Some viewers might worry about the monsters' combat power, but the intimidating magic tool Horace made emits a threatening aura from the barrel, keeping them at a distance.
There's a limit to how much one can grief, but this is where a no-holds-barred game leads.
'This is a grudge I've held for years!'
'This is my first time coming here, right?'
'The Myriad Legion's base keeps showing up in documents, and it's a hassle to confirm!'
'Is that so?'
'All sorts of things come out, so we need documents for them! Some items are better kept by the country, after all!'
'That's fine, but for now, just make sure to face the monsters while you pull the trigger.'
'Huh? That makes sense! Oraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!'
Unstoppable grenades.
Unending laughter.
A downpour of coins and items.
...No one is doing anything wrong, but it's not just a feeling to end up with a very failed mood.
'What should I do? This. Can I just give up?'
The drone is high-performance, so it clearly picks up Horace's voice even amid the grenade explosions.
Whether related to the Chaos Stone Dragonstone Kingdom or not, those watching thought, 'There"s no way this is acceptable.' It was obvious.
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...That night.
"Hehehe, ahahahaha! I got it. Horace's armor and grenade launcher. If I take this back and analyze it, the Seraphgold Empire will make further progress. We can become the greatest military nation in the world. I'm getting promoted. How about it, Horace! My victory! Fwahahaha!"
The man from the dark side, laughing loudly, collected the fake 'Deus Ex Machina' prepared by Horace and the grenade gatling the children had forgotten to return to Horace, and set off toward the Seraphgold Empire.
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