Chapter -3 Why do I care? (1/2)

Aleksandros had spent much of his time studying and was especially interested in magic despite not being able to use magic himself. Strangely enough, he appeared to have no real talent as a wizard or warrior unlike his prodigy of a father. It didn't stop him from studying as much as he could about it.

Magic guns were something that was newly invented and being researched in several nations. They were a combination of magical research and the ingenious engineering of the dwarven race. Originally the dwarves had created guns which made use of gunpowder, but these weapons were of limited use and were more for artistic expression and perhaps the thrill of hunting rather than weapons of war. These guns were reminiscent of ancient flintlock pistols but functioned very differently. The reason being, magic.

The reality was, that magic was far more powerful than science could ever be in many respects. This was perfectly showcased in Aleksandros memories of the destruction caused in his earliest of memories. He shuddered at the horror of that time.

Magic came in many shapes and forms. From powerful spells to powerful abilities. Even warriors used a form of latent magic when using their most powerful of abilities and skills. Clerics called on the divine for blessings and to use their healing spells and supportive auras, but even this was a kind of magic, divine magic. In simple terms, magic could be described as anything which caused a supernatural or unexplained phenomenon. Meaning, phenomenon that could not be explained by science or traditional common sense.

The world Aleksandros currently found himself in was a world dominated by magic but there were bits and traces of the sciences still evident in it. Although this would be considered knowledge that was extremely ancient to what Aleksandros knew in his original lifetime. However, Aleksandros conjectured that magic could replace science in many respects and that society could eventually develop into something far more advanced than his former world. Of course, this was something which wouldn't happen for a long time based on the rate of progression of the world from what he could see.

Either way, he knew very well what these guns represented. A fusion of magic and science with lethal practicality. The guns didn't even require gunpowder. There was a sophisticated and intricate magical formation carved on the body as well as the hammer of the flintlock styled gun. The hammer struck the body causing the magic within to be activated. The formation would then draw on the magic infused into the bullets. It wasn't even necessary for the gun user to be able to use magic themselves. For those who were capable of magic though, they could even draw further power from the guns and use various abilities with the gun as a catalyst.

With this knowledge in mind, Aleksandros realized that the convoy was in a very precarious situation that would be difficult to be extricated from.

”I have spent considerable time studying the latest in military technology, especially in regards to the application of magic within a variety of weaponry and arms.”

”Mother just trust him. Aleksandros has spent the last several years living in that dusty old library! It's all he does. You might not be aware of it, but he almost never leaves it.” Chimed in Shelise from the side.

Clearly, she didn't have a good impression of her brother's hobby. The Duchess frowned at hearing this. It was true that she had greatly neglected her children over the past several years due to her depression and increase in duties because of the absence of her husband. She hadn't truly been able to take care of her children. This was something she regretted immensely.

”I see. I didn't know, I'm sorry.”

”There is no need to apologize mother.”

”If what you say is true then we need to quickly set up a defense. The dragoons are light cavalry with small arms, and we won't be able to outrun them! The two of you, go now. Brock, take them and go! I will remain here with the soldiers.”

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”Mother no! You must come with us!” Shouted Shelise unwilling to abandon her mother.

The Duchess brought her horse close to her daughter's and raised her hand to gently cup her daughter's face. Her smile was one filled with sadness and grief which she couldn't keep hidden from her children.

”My daughter, you must live. No matter what happens to me, you and Aleks must live on. You two are the only ones of our family left.”

The Duchess released her daughter as tears rolled down her once young and lovely cheek. She turned and rode away without looking back. She immediately began shouting orders to the soldiers who began getting into a defensive position.

Aleksandros attempted to grab his sister's reigns to pull her along, but Shelise forced his hand away.

”No! I won't go.” She protested.