Three days ago, Weska.
"So this is the thing the young master custom ordered, what's it called?"
"A breech-loading volley gun."
"Volley gun..."
Dressed in hunting attire, Elena Lolita possessed a beauty and vigor akin to a handsome young man as she scrutinized the "volley gun." Its dark barrel, metallic twin-wheeled carriage, elevation screw, and spirit level—appeared to be no different from an ordinary field gun. Only the hexagonal barrel made from thirty-seven 11mm gun barrels fused together, the hand-cranked firing mechanism, and the breech-loading apparatus revealed its true identity—a hand-cranked repeating gun.
In a world where the concept of a repeating gun had not yet been conceived, it could only be called a volley gun.
"This... volley gun, what can it do?"
"Kill people. Miss, it's one of the fastest killing machines since the invention of the musket."
