Yin Zidian

Is Magic really just a wish machine?
No! In a universe where Magic truly exists, the ultimate nature of Magic must be as simple and aesthetically pleasing as the laws of physics.
This is the story of a mass-produced magical war tool who learned the ultimate nature of Magic.
But what of it?
Just as birds can fly without understanding aerodynamics, magicians can use Magic without grasping its ultimate nature.
Learning the ultimate nature of Magic doesn't mean the tool can instantly transform into a great magician.
But yearning for knowledge is a human instinct, and curiosity is the primary driving force of human civilization. Even for Magic, which should seemingly defy explanation, humans hope to understand its inherent operational laws.
The pursuit of Magic's ultimate nature requires no reason!
The story in this book takes place in an era where steel and gunpowder dance together.
Here, firearms are on the rise; armor remains the main character; military theory is changing rapidly, with endless innovations in systems and techniques. And this world has something more than ours: Magic.
The world is undergoing a profound transformation, and no one can remain detached from it...

Steel, Explosives, and Spellcasters

Revodan, the stables of the bachelor officers' quarters.


Father Emmond from the Revodan parish walked into the stables and found that, apart from Civil Guard Officer Montaigne, there was another man wearing an iron mask present. The two were engaged in a conversation.


"…Building a stone bridge is much more troublesome than a wooden one," the man in the iron mask spoke in a deep voice, "But then again… what you have plenty of right now is manpower, so it wouldn't be difficult to build if you really want to…"


Accompanying the continuous strange noises, Father Emmond heard the voice of Civil Guard Officer Montaigne from the innermost part of the stables:


"What was before is before, now is now, things have changed… Previously, people reluctantly accepted working without pay. Now it's different, no one wants to work for free… Ah, I do miss the people of Terdun… Could I entrust this matter to you…"


Chapter 12 The Dog Marching