A Relaxing Journey

After checking Vaughn's vitals, Zenia heaved a sigh of relief. There was nothing wrong with him and should wake up after an hour's rest. She was contemplating whether to check on Richaem but decided not to in the end. He was a healthy young man after all.

She went to Uncle Ross to clarify something. She designed the cannons, but they only produced one due to the scarcity of materials. Nobody informed her that they found someone that could supply them the materials they need to produce more cannons. 

"Uncle Ross when did we have more than one cannon? Who is our supplier of materials?" Zenia asked with a puzzled look on her face.

Uncle Ross gave her a wide grin and said, "We only have one cannon."

"But, you clearly said that…"

"It's called psychological warfare."

Zenia gawked at Uncle Ross' explanation.

"Psychological warfare my foot! What if they still decided to counter-attack? We don't have enough firepower on this ship."