Firearms in a Fantasy World

Translator: Cinder Translations

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Viscount Ankiro treaded cautiously through the corridors of the castle. Despite having visited many times before, he still hadn't grown accustomed to the environment inside.

Dark, eerie—these characteristics resembled an underground dungeon inhabited by creatures from horror stories. Why would the master of this place prefer to live in such surroundings?

Earl Kent, truly a man shrouded in mystery in every aspect.

Concealing his thoughts, Ankiro turned a corner and stopped at an empty spot.

He adjusted his attire and approached a grand and ornate door.

Flanking the doorway were two halberd-wielding guards. As Ankiro approached, they swiftly crossed their weapons, blocking the door.

The guards coldly scanned Ankiro up and down, their gaze making him feel like a lamb stared down by hungry wolves.

Remember, he was a nobleman, and these were just two soldiers. He was a guest of their lord.

Regaining some of his pride, Ankiro tried to sound resolute, projecting the confidence he had cultivated in his position as the Chamberlain's steward: