The clear sound of bird cries echoed in the verdant forest, as thorny vines wrapped around the cedar trees.
In this tranquil forest, from time to time, a peculiar sound of bangs and creaks would break the silence.
In the hunting grounds beside the forest of Black Mountain Castle, human-shaped targets draped with wooden boards and thatch were constantly swaying back and forth in the former archery range.
Standing ten meters away from the target, Lefi followed the standard procedure designed in the drill manual immediately after shooting.
First, he raised the aromatic smelling salts tied to his wrist, inhaled briefly, then stood the clockwork gun upright on the ground and started the standard process of loading lead and pressing the ramrod.
After more than twenty seconds of rapid loading, Lefi once again placed the Holy Gun on the gun rack.
"Aim!" he shouted the command aloud himself.
