The devil is too popular

Talking is talking, but it is just his one-sided narrative.The weather was mentioned at the beginning-there are no windows in the corridor, so where can you see the weather?There is also a man who praised the leader of the rebel army—he was called His Royal Highness by her, and he seemed to have captured the heart of this witch.The Witch responded to this like a normal girl.

Sometimes her responses are few, sometimes many.It depends not so much on how interesting his narration is, but on the mood.The change in humidity in the air should have had a greater impact on her than his words, but she was still listening.

But when he mentioned the war he had experienced before, the witch remained silent, which was what made him continue.

"Uh... the war... I don't know what the headquarters decided. It seems that I don't know." Paul searched in his mind, he mentioned this completely by accident, and he didn't accumulate any materials, "Say yes The war, it is better to say that I have experienced it for a few years. I was lucky not to die, and I don’t know why.”

The witch still didn't speak.

Paul could say some things that really happened, but none of them could be said in front of the witch's beauty.Can you stand on the temple, surrounded by worshiping people, and say "I want to take a shit" to the statue of the god directly above it?If you can't, he can't either.

"That's it..." Paul racked his brains, and his mouth was faster than his thinking, "Sometimes our team has more than 100 people in one team, and then the cooking team will cook for us according to that standard .Then there was a war that day, and there were only [-] or so people who died. Although we always couldn’t eat enough to cook, we ate a lot that day. It was a rare full meal.”

The witch glanced at him.

This glance didn't imply any accusation, and it was hard to imagine that the Witch felt any guilt—didn't she call the terrifying weapon that could easily deprive others of their lives a 'toy gun'?This look really looked like a glance cast by a god. Paul relaxed his shoulders, and no longer considered whether his words would be too cold-blooded, and continued to speak almost self-defeating.

"When I went to the battlefield, I didn't have any ideas. It was because of the conscription, and other young people signed up. At that time, my mother cried and told me not to go, and sometimes she cried and said that it would be good to win glory for the country. She specifically used that It depends on whether we won the battle or lost a lot on the TV that day. My dad insisted that the country should be honored. Oh, the standard saying should be to defend the country. But before the war started, they only I watch the sports column, so they all talk about winning glory for the country."

"No, no, my dad cries too. He didn't cry in front of me. He wants to save face... er, dads have to save face, don't you know?"

After asking this question, Paul had the courage to look at the face of the witch for the first time. Well, it is completely impossible to imagine that a person who looks like this belongs to the same race as him, and came out of his mother's belly like him.Maybe she really has no parents and doesn't know about family life.

"It was that day that he took me to fill out the conscription form. The night before I went, I was so excited that I didn't fall asleep, and then I was yawning that day. I queued for a long time. The people in front, including my classmates, also Yawning. He's probably not asleep either."

At that time, there was a recruitment advertisement next to it. It was a photo of a beautiful white girl in a skirt hugging a young man in a military uniform. In fact, after joining the army, she had never seen such a beautiful girl in the captain's tent. The girls in the whore camp should be thankful for taking a bath once a day—but what can they do?

I was really cheated.This kind of words can be said to friends in a tavern as a joke, but in front of the witch, he swallowed these words wisely.

"Then the expressions of the staff over there were all cold, not much different from the staff in the bank. I thought I was going to have a medical examination and a blood draw, so I didn't eat breakfast. They asked me to fill out three forms, and I filled them out very carefully. Because the watch at school has to be redone if a word is wrong, I am afraid that they will not give me a chance to do it again. But because I was too careful, I made a mistake. I was so scared that my dad was going to beat me That's it, the file inspector took the watch over to look at it, crossed out the typo with a pen, and told me to continue."

"They also told me that the medical examination is after the requisition is confirmed, because there are no extra medical staff to be equipped. I just said oh and went to have breakfast with my dad."

The witch's expression can't tell if she thinks these words are boring, the application form in the school, the file inspector, she has a face that has nothing to do with these mediocre daily life all her life.But for Paul, this was what he was most willing to say when referring to the wars of those years—everything else was too miserable.

He continued on.

"I said before that my dad was still crying. It was the day when they sent a notice saying that I passed the conscription and asked me to go to the town hospital for a medical examination this Saturday. I was stupid at the time, and I really didn't know that I could pass—the one I met before My classmate is the captain of the school football team. He was 16 meters tall at the age of 1.8, and he failed. Our family held a celebration banquet that night...of course it was not as large-scale as it is now. The money from a sheep was used to sell roast duck and wine, and my classmates also came to the celebration banquet, and he cried miserably while blessing me."

"Actually, he didn't need to cry. At that time, the war situation was not very serious, and only a few people were required to be recruited. Later, they were recruited as soon as they could, and they were even forcibly arrested to fight—but at that time, he didn't want to go."

"That night, I drank too much and vomited." Paul said hey, how dare he say the word 'vomit' in front of the witch, he prolonged the end of the word, pretending to continue talking, while Quietly looking at her face, ready to change the subject quickly if she shows a disgusted expression.

The witch's expression remained calm.He went on.

"After." He vaguely replaced the word 'vomit' with 'after', "my dad's room door was ajar—I didn't mean to peep but it was ajar. I saw my mom lying On the bed, my dad was standing up and crying with his arms bent over the table. For a few seconds I thought he was proud of me. But he woke me up early the next day and came to find me from my room All the things left over from childhood were collected and put into a box, and the box was placed in his bedroom, and I knew he was afraid of my death."

Speaking of this, the atmosphere is a bit heavy, Paul tried to shake his spirits

"Well, now it seems that there is no need for him to worry? Haha..ha"

He was the first to laugh. Laughter is contagious. In the tavern, with Paul's laughter as the vanguard, the smiles of the drunks around him will quickly encircle the air.And the witch just raised the corners of her mouth very quickly—the way she smiled made people feel frightened: Why am I entitled to see such beautiful things, am I going to die?But the smile was clearly out of pity for him, she didn't want to embarrass Paul.Paul realized this, and was very embarrassed, but continued to speak gratefully.

"And then I went to the battlefield. Well. Actually, my mother took me to the barber shop the day before I enlisted. I used newspapers to support her and cut it for me. Even on the day of the prom, I said I was going to the barber shop. She also said that the barbershop was too expensive. So I felt so ashamed at the prom that I didn't dare to ask Tereza to dance, but maybe even if I went to the barbershop I wouldn't dare invite her. She's so beautiful."

When Paul said "she's so beautiful", he was in admiration. Although he didn't dare to look at the witch, he was obviously referring to the witch.He wondered in his heart whether it was because he had forgotten Tereza's face, so he installed the face of the witch on it, so he thought that he didn't deserve such a beautiful thing from the beginning.

"But the day before I enlisted, my mother took me to the barber shop. There were already a lot of people queuing up there. They were all going to join the army tomorrow. The barber's skills were not as good as my mother's. When he cut it, his hair fell on my face. , It's so itchy, I closed my eyes, and when I opened it, I saw my mother crying from the mirror. But when she gave the money - the calculation was just right, without any mistakes, my mother is the best in mathematics in our family Man, her eye sockets are no longer red."

Paul said this very proudly.He felt that this was a magic that only belonged to his mother.For the first time, the witch showed a thoughtful expression, her thin white fingertips, which looked like peeled white shoots, gently pressed the corners of her eyes, as if she wanted to know if she could do such a thing.

Wow oh my god so cute.

"Then it's time to go to the battlefield. To be honest, I don't think we need to go to the barbershop. We all thought that we would kill the enemy with guns as soon as we came up—at least we should do some harsh special training? As a result, for a whole month, in the Folding quilts, folding quilts, folding quilts. Walking forward, and then polishing the leather shoes and buttons. It is very tiring. Every time we change an instructor, we have to train again. same as the instructor.”

...But wouldn't this make it appear that the previous instructor's training was completely ineffective?On the way to tell the witch, Paul suddenly had this idea, which he hadn't thought of a few years ago.He is certainly no smarter now than he was a few years ago, but he had no fantasies then.

Although they are all insignificant training, they are really tiring. In the military training at school, they can pretend to pass out due to heat stroke, but at that time, even if they really passed out, they will be kicked awake, and then 'in order not to pass out again' And double the training.

"That time we practiced chanting slogans, because the voice was not loud enough, so we practiced for an extra hour. The mouth was bleeding. The one next to me yelled very loudly. That night, his throat became inflamed, and then he had a fever. He died a month later.. .Uh, I don’t think there is any connection between the two. He recovered after three days of fever. It’s not enough for the people behind me to say that he was exhausted.”

"It was that time that made him exhausted." Paul suddenly heard the man's words in his ears, and saw his secretive expression in his eyes, as if revealing some secret.

Paul didn't know why he would say this, it didn't matter after all!It just makes people feel uncomfortable.

He glanced to the side, and suddenly remembered how many people the weapons made by the witch had killed in the past ten days, and the witch's face was a bit dazed.She didn't seem to understand what Paul was saying.

Paul went on.

"A month of training. Well, a few days ago, those in our dormitory would say which school they came from, and then compare their grades. The one in my lower bunk was specially recruited by Imperial University! He is only fifteen! A genius! . ..But I was really tired later on, and I didn’t take a shower when I came back. I took off my shoes, and if I took off my belt, it would be troublesome to put it on again in the early morning, so I didn’t take it off, just fell on the bed and fell asleep.”

To be honest, Paul misses the first few days of comparing grades with each other, even if he is from a high school in a small town, the worst grades have no hope of going to college, and the worst grades in the dormitory are the same-he hated grades back then topic.

He tried to skip the month of training because it was sentimental.Although he himself will never forget the events of that month, but if he wants to talk about it, he has nothing to say.It's just that I'm very tired, it's just that a few people in the dormitory also died of illness, 'tired to death', that's all.

"And then we went to war, and we couldn't even shoot a gun, but the button was polished. It was against Britannia, and I heard the enemy's wartime commander-at least our side It's their second prince, probably called Schneizel. We use guns, and then we have tanks, artillery, and bombers. And they have all of these..."

Paul lowered his voice.He tightens his fingers and it's not mission time so he doesn't have a 'toy gun' in his hand, which scares him, he continues, "they still have kmf"

Kmf, knightmare, a humanoid mecha unique to the Britannian Empire.Very precious, there will be at most one on a battlefield.

As long as there is such a body, everyone on this battlefield will never come back alive.

"It's very conspicuous." Paul murmured, as if teaching skills to recruits, "It's really conspicuous. It's at least four meters high. The battlefield is huge and we're all hiding behind bunkers, so it doesn't sound very conspicuous. .But their strategy is different from ours. As long as there is a kmf, the goal of all their actions is to let that kmf come to the front of the battlefield. And as long as this can be done..."

He tightened his fingers again, but he still couldn't grasp the handle of the toy gun.

"You don't have to worry about it anymore."

"The soldiers on the battlefield with kmf are completely different from those in other places. They also fight us in other places, but they regard us as enemies of life and death, and fight us as a person. But as long as there is a kmf, they will not It is a single person again, but it is like a wheel that transports kmf, a piece of parts, and fights around kmf. To be honest, that is really enviable, not that kmf is strong although it is, but they have Something you can trust, something you can rely on."

Paul's eyes are full of genuine envy and yearning, as long as he has seen KMF once, and seen how that ridiculous humanoid mecha slaughters people on the battlefield like slaughtering pigs, tell them 'Now you join Bree Tania can become friendly with it! ', so who would not join?Paul will be the first to sign up!

His body trembled nervously for a moment, and his fingers tightened unconsciously. This time, he didn't expect to be able to hold the toy gun tightly, but he felt a cold touch in his palm. He lowered his head in shock, and the witch stuffed her own gun into him. hands.

Paul didn't dare to move at all, he was afraid that if he moved, he would disturb the witch's movements, he would accidentally touch her, and it would be sacrilege.

The witch didn't have any expression on her face until she retracted her hand. She was very petite, and he could see her long eyelashes drooping, and the eyes below were like lenses. In short, she was beautiful and not human.

Why she did this was unknown, but it did give Paul confidence—no matter how much he feared this power.As long as the gun is still in hand, Paul is no longer shivering in the back of the bunker, with his pants full of excrement and not worth mentioning.He has strength!

Paul went on.

The next thing is more boring.At the beginning, they kept in mind all the guidance of the veterans, and they had to check for landmines three times on the way back.Then it was casual, especially when the head of the comrade who was talking to him in the last second exploded in front of his face, and Paul was still responding to him, 'we are having sandwiches tonight'.They believe that since such misfortune has happened to themselves, other misfortunes, such as death, will not befall them.But he would still die, Paul moved almost numbly.Sometimes a lot of people died in a war, and they were able to eat up the food in the cafeteria that should have been eaten by those people.

“A rare meal.”

The more he talked, the more presumptuous he became, even he didn't take a shower for many days, and when he went to the military brothel, the girls over there pinched his nose and drove him into the river, laughing and masturbating at them.No one used the public toilets in the army. Everyone defecated everywhere, and even said things like urinating into the eye sockets of skeletons on the ground.Naturally, the witch frowned at some vulgar words - was he the first to say the word 'piss' to her?But she didn't look down on him like the girl in the bar, pretending she couldn't stand it, and wanted to keep listening.The Witch just keeps listening.

"They call us the Light of Gaul!" Paul made an exaggerated expression, out of breath from laughing, "The Light of Gaul!"

The witch listened.

"Two months later, the recruits came in, including my classmate. At that time, it was too late to do a physical examination. As long as there was no obvious disability, they could join the army. At most, they were half a year younger than us. As a result, we compared them together, as if they They were half a century younger than us. Yes, many, many died. They were like rabbits being chased to the battlefield. They were dying everywhere. Look at them before they went to the battlefield, without any injuries on their bodies, but they said they wanted to win Sometimes, I want to beat them up, and I don't know why."

The witch listened.

"People with disabilities also joined the army. At first some people would deliberately get injured on the battlefield - it was very careful, because if they were not careful, they would die, but they did it anyway, because after being injured, they would go to the hospital, that The level of medical treatment is quite shabby. Small injuries need to be treated for at least a month and can easily deteriorate into major injuries in the middle. Their treatment seems to be amputation. But after all, they don’t need to go to the battlefield. Continue to the battlefield. When the military doctor signed [Sustainable Combat] on the form, his calm expression made you feel that he was different from you, he was not human at all."

The witch listened.

"Actually, the kmf will also be broken. Although the big man is very powerful, he has high requirements on the pilots inside, and he has to go back to resupply every few hours of fighting... er, but a few hours is enough to sweep the battlefield. Although There are rumors, but I have never lived to see the KMF retreat. Before entering the battlefield, I prayed that he would not come, and after he came, I prayed that I would not die. Others died and others died. I just thought so in my heart, and I just did it.”

Paul confirmed the weight of the toy gun in his hand. It was so light that it made you think it was completely harmless.But as long as the trigger is lightly pulled, the previously terrifying kmf, as well as anything else, will turn into nothingness in the blue light emitted by the toy gun.

Regardless of what other people think.Of course, he is also afraid of witches. The principle of this is exactly the same as his fear of those big men who can give orders of 'continue to fight'. Don't they know that this will send people to death?They are doing charity and calling for morality when they appear on TV, but why is it so easy for them to issue the order of 'continue to fight'?

The most frightening thing about the witch is not that she made those weapons, but that she made them so easily, distributed them to them, and called them toys.

Does she know that this is a dead person... No, does she know what a dead person is?Did you know that if you shoot someone with a gun, that person will bleed too?

But, no matter what other people think, Paul is grateful to the witch, to the witch who can give him strength.

In the end, he just said these words with emotion.

"I have been thinking about war for a long time. Actually, although I want to preserve the pride of the people, as long as I stay on the battlefield for a week and eat rice soup with cockroaches floating on it, I will never think about it again. No. No matter how people in the district are bullied, at least they have a piece of black bread?"

The witch gave him a short look, obviously what Paul said was too cowardly.He also reflected on whether he would be too lacking in self-esteem.

"Well, even if I am a weak country, I can only think about these things. However, the Britannian Empire can live well without aggression, and there are not no dead people in the battle with us. We have a prisoner I went to the camp, and the Britannians there didn’t have any more eyes than us. They are also ordinary people, and they would be hungry. We would give them something to eat and say thank you. Of course , I'm talking about ordinary soldiers, the nobles with the badge on their shoulders are not in the prison camps, they are held alone, and even when they are held, their heads are held high."

"At least the ordinary people, they don't want to fight either—who wants to die?"

In the end, Paul said, proudly, "I seem to have figured out the best way to fight the war."

Paul's appearance is not at all someone who can say 'the best way to fight'. He is completely like a veteran, regardless of age, and he is sloppy. If you meet him on the street, girls will avoid him. that kind of person.

But the Witch still listened.

"I think people who don't want to fight should not be allowed to fight. Who thinks they should fight? It's a big shot. Good! Let them fight, and draw an area on the battlefield, just like the area of ​​​​a boxing ring. The country broadcasts live broadcasts across the country, puts gloves on them, and fights until one side dies or admits defeat. At this point, the winning side's country will win. This victory should be attributed to the emperor!"

The witch smiled.

This is a real smile, she doesn't look like a witch, but smiles like an ordinary girl.She smiled at him, because of what he said.Just realizing it made Paul feel like he was dreaming.

The corners of his own mouth lifted uncontrollably, and only then did he realize what a contagious smile is.The mere fact that she's laughing makes one believe that good things do happen in the world.

"Your ideas lack romance."

The witch's tone was different from the meaning of the words, and she said very gently, "It sounds so stupid...but I don't know why. I also think it should be like this. It should be the king who went to fight in person, such a weak soldier, such a weak soldier Knight, how can you use it on the battlefield?"

There is no country in the world where the king can go to fight in person.Everywhere is a battlefield where weak soldiers and knights are sent to die.Even though he understood this, perhaps because the witch's voice was so pleasant, Paul couldn't help but fantasize about it, and thought that it must be a wonderful country.

"Your words are a bit..." The witch's eyes drifted for a moment, she was looking for suitable words, if a person has lived until now and has never heard any swear words, then she cannot have any words to summarize the conversation just now.

"A bit vulgar," she said softly at last.

Paul was deeply ashamed of this innocuous sentence, and lowered his head.

"But it's much more real than His Royal Highness."

This sentence made him raise his head again.

"His Royal Highness has always been very unhappy. Even after meeting me, he has never fought. He has only one wound on his body that was scratched by gravel when he fell when he fled. His Royal Highness put this The wound has been kept as a testament to his shame. This is really stupid. If you want to slap him, he will be the only shame in this life..."

No matter what the occasion is, once a girl mentions the boy she cares about to a third party, she will definitely turn into endless complaints.But in the end, the witch summed it all up with the phrase 'but he is my prince', which proves that she will still love him no matter what.

This made Paul tremble with envy.

No, he never expected to get her love. Even if he had such a thought, it would be too silly, like saying that he wanted to pluck the moon from the sky.But the thought of someone who can be unconditionally foolish and be loved makes him extremely jealous.

"His Royal Highness will be melancholy. His eyes are emerald green, his hair is blond, and his melancholy appearance is very similar to the one on the oil painting. Good-looking is good-looking, but he can't be melancholy all the time? If he says he wants to win, he says he wants to" Weapons that can destroy the enemy with a shot', I will make him. In this case, it is too silly to think about what my father on the other side of the world thinks of me."

'Why not have fun? 'The witch frowned and muttered softly.

Finally, as if suddenly remembered, the witch asked Paul how old you are.

"Two, 21!" Paul said loudly, with his legs straight, as if reporting to an officer, "21 years, eleven months and four days!"

His voice was so loud that it echoed in the corridor. The witch opened her eyes wide, and it took a few seconds to analyze the content of his words.

"Oh, then you are one year younger than the prince." The witch said, her slender hands reached inside the white coat, making a rustling sound, and she didn't know what she was looking for. He's much older."

Finally, the witch casually grabbed something, which was Hades' helmet.A cute skull-shaped hairpin lay on her white palm, and Paul was careful to take the hairpin without touching her white skin.

He knew the efficacy of the hairpin. The captain of the guerrilla team directly under him wore it and showed off every day until he could memorize it.But I really didn't expect to get this thing. "One, it must be very rare?" Paul asked with a trembling voice.

Hearing the word "rare", the witch obviously showed a disdainful expression.

"Just treat it as an early birthday present for you. Of course, if you come to me on your birthday, I will give you something better." She said, putting her hand down, "It was meant for everyone."

It was meant to be used by everyone.

What should have been remembered was the phrase 'birthday gift', but until the witch left, this sentence echoed in Paul's mind.

He thought, maybe this is the biggest difference between the witch and her 'His Royal Highness'.

Should the memory be over?Paul thought.

It turns out that there is a revolving lantern before people die.

Should the memory be over?Paul thought.

It turns out that there is a revolving lantern before people die.

Schneizel EL Britannia, he had heard of this name a few years ago, but he didn't think it was scary at that time, and now he is really his enemy.Only then did I understand the weight of the second prince of the Britannian Empire.

In front of him, a blond aristocratic young man wearing a Hades helmet—why they have this, Paul didn't want to think about it at all, walked by.When he first appeared, Paul thought he was Schneizel, he was really full of nobility, and he didn't treat people as people.Only the knights driving the KMF in the Britannian Empire can still have this kind of eyes that have not suffered life-threatening after killing hundreds of people and obtaining several military medals.

But later, when he bowed respectfully to the person on the other side of the headset, and said in a yearning tone, "Your Highness Schneizel, as you wish," Paul realized that he was not the prince. ——Clearly knowing that the other party can't see it, but in the corridor full of dead bodies, the noble youth still salutes respectfully.Even the war lunatics in Britannia would not be so rigid. It seems that the second prince should be quite prestigious in the minds of his subordinates.

I don't know what kind of words came from there, the noble young man stood up straight, Paul is not dead yet, but he didn't pay attention to Paul at all, he left him like a piece of garbage and continued to move forward.

"No, this is not a war." The young man's tone was calm and solemn, "This is just a massacre."

"War is an art," he said. "The art of killing."

The military medals on the shoulders of noble youths are shining brightly.

Paul wanted to spit on the young man's blond hair, or at least his back.He still doesn't understand why they can wear Hades helmets - this is only equipped for a very small number of cadres, and it stands to reason that they will never be captured?But if the witch gave it out, it seems reasonable.In any case, within a few days of obtaining the new weapons——Schneizel was sent here in no more than three days.This is much more powerful than their prince.

If they were all His Highness the Prince, it would be better to choose His Highness Schneizel.You see, isn't the witch's hairpin that's meant for everyone' now equipped by the entire Britannian army?

It should be stronger to choose him, no, please choose him, and then get happiness.

Before Paul lost consciousness, he remembered that his birthday was still seven days away.He thought he'd be happy to die with that ridiculous skull hairpin that was his birthday present.

Until he was pressed to the ground with a gun by a Britannian soldier, he was forced to lift his head high by pulling his hair, and his face had already been imprinted in the depths of his memory—couldn’t it be the Xiu who was still a teenager at the time? Nezel led troops to plunge the entire EU into chaos, and the aftermath of that chaos also affected him, driving him out of the country?

From a high-ranking Gaul prince to a refugee, the situation is better now (but is it really good to meet that witch?), but he has just become a leader of the rebel army. The leader of the rebels who never even thought about it when he was in the palace, and even mentioned it with a disdainful smile, saying 'they are desperate after all-but still stupid'.

Until now, when the back of his head was pressed against the muzzle of the gun—it should have been fired a few minutes ago, the metal gun muzzle, and the small round hole emitted heat to the back of his head—then the Gaul prince realized that there was something wrong in his heart. No surprises.

Now he's on his knees, and his former greatest imaginary enemy stands before him, looking at him with the most annoyingly calm and somewhat pitying eyes, as if he wasn't some rebel leader, nor did he give Brittany Any confusion and notable loss caused by the Asian Empire is just a down-and-out tramp.The Gaul prince found that there was no accident in his heart, and even his anger and humiliation were pitiful.

Could it be that those ten years of court life—although he never mentioned them after he was kicked out—and mentioned them with endless resentment did have an indelible impact on him.Let him naturally think 'Rebels?Poor guy, but it's going to be suppressed after all.Sooner or later.After all, it is to be suppressed'?

But this time it was even a little more logical.

Because compared to the influence left by those ten years of court life, in this short month, he has also produced a more indelible cognition. It should be believed that even if there is one child left, this cognition will also be lost. passed on to children through genes.That is--

"She helped you guys."

"She assisted you, then you will win."

The Gaul prince's words were a little hoarse, but he was generally calm.

If there is still room for resistance, he will be even more angry and agitated.But now that the outside is completely surrounded by heavy troops, even the air combat capability that our side is proud of cannot be used because of the flying troops that almost cover the sky outside.Then he is calm.

Is this considered to be good when people are about to die?The Gallic prince thought ironically, facing Schneizel's calm gaze - he was still playing with the toy gun handed over from the Gallic prince in his hand, looking over and over again, as if he wanted to know what this had to do with them What is the difference between my own toy gun?

"Don't waste your efforts." He said, "As long as the witch's works are usable, they are not too different."

He was purely well-meaning, but those words might have been considered disrespectful, and he got a butt shot in the back so hard he would have spent a week in the hospital to heal it in peaceful times. The damage he caused—maybe dealing with the whimpering, maybe the witch who came to help take care of him with a look of interest, but don't think about her now.But at this time, the Gallic prince just continued talking.

"They are all exactly the same, let alone imitations in the hands of different people, even if the imitations are not very different from the real ones. The witch lacks love for her works. Once they are manufactured, she will no longer think about them." , if you want to use it later, it won’t be improved, just make a new one.”

The Gallic prince actually only thought about toy guns when he said it, but after he finished speaking, he realized that this was exactly their relationship