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The Mechanical Era

Chapter 87 Suspicions Confirmed
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The sun's rays flashed across Kant's fair face, causing him to wake up. He got off his bed in his white pajamas with blue stripes. He soon makes his way to get himself cleaned by taking his morning shower, which helps to keep him awake.

After them, he comes over to the closet and picks out his suit, which has become a sort of uniform for him. Before starting the day, he walks over to his mirror, to get his messy hair combed. Only after he is done, he gets on with what he needs to do today.

A few days before, he went to the royal library and asked the librarian for a bunch of books on demons. The librarian, who was a sweet old lady, happily handed what Kant needed. He then made his way to his room, skimming the pages for a specific piece of information.

According to the book he was given, a demonic rift, which is a portal to the demon world, opens up after about 2 to 3 months after an appearance, meaning Arjun's explanation would check out. However, Kant usually wanted multiple sources to make sure that it is correct, at least in this regard. He got more books, about the same subject matter. Again, he found out that it always says the same thing. 2 to 3 months.

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There was a knock on the door. By this point, Kant was sitting on his chair near his desk, where the books in the library he brought were placed. He allowed the person to enter, knowing full well who it is.

Cora comes in pushing a moving tray filled with places, covered in round metal cloches. There were also some clothes down as well, possibly containing more food. She picked up one of the lower plates and lifted the cloche up, revealing a purple book, with the golden words "Demonology 101" etched into it, the same one he got from the librarian.

ραпdα nᴏνa| сom He picked it up and skimmed to the pages where the gold lays. This version, however, mentioned that it usually takes 4 to 5 months for a portal to open. He writes the information down, as well as the name of the book. He then checked the other books, all verifying it was 4 to 5 months when the demons starts pouring.

Although it states we don't know why come out 4 to 5 months later, the current theory is that the pierrevol is some kind of scout demon to test out humanity's strength, so that they could make preparations before attacking.

Whatever the reason, one thing was certain; Arjun lied. He lied about the piece of information that held his justification together. Kant closes the book and places it back on the plate, away to be hidden under the cloche.

As he starts drinking his coffee and eating his breakfast, he starts brainstorming other potential reasons. The information could be outdated, sure, but why wouldn't they update it? Besides, the ones he has here have been up to date since about a year ago. In terms of a historical sense, the time in which they appeared barely moved as well, so that is out of the picture.

He hypothesizes that it was more of a buildup for some military conflict, although he did not know the reasons for it, considering information regarding the current political climate was kept out of his hands, a direct order from his parents to the staff.

Kant takes out a small book with a black cover, the same one he writes down things he wants to remember. It acts like a diary, but he uses it to store information and to help him not get gaslit by anyone. He flips through the pages and arrives on the 6th of Possum.

"1,176 knights, along with 18,000 peasants armed with spears and bows," it said. Already, his mind had formulated a plan. He places the book back into his pocket, takes a piece of paper, and writes down some instructions.

"Bring me books regarding recent military conflict, containing information regarding tactics and strategies." he writes down in black ink. He then hands it over to Cora and continues his breakfast. After he is finished, he sends her on her way.

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As the door closes behind him, he picks up a map and a pencil to help him figure out what the two sides may look like. He chooses the one with the names of places, larger cities, and small towns alike. Then, with the information presented, he started drawing a broken line.

Once the line is done, he assumes that whatever conflict is brewing, it is between a northern opponent and a southern opponent. Whether it is the entire south or just a large chunk of it, he did not know.

Now Kant was not a historian, and he does not know how the war will play out. There is a huge difference between the way warfare is fought from the modern age compared to this medieval-renaissance-ish age he currently resides. Therefore, he will wait till he gets more information.

In the meantime, after erasing the broken lines and placing the beige map back in its place, he decides to pick up the blueprint to continue working on making it. Although most of the separate components have been drawn, he had added the final product, on how it would work.

After a few minutes, he had finally completed his drawing. The weapon featured a smooth barrel, with a piece of flint at the end of the lever. With the pull of a trigger, the lever will be struck down, causing a spark because of the flint. This spark causes the propellant, black powder, to be ignited.

This sudden reaction will cause a large amount of pressure to form, forcing the bullet out of the barrel at high speeds. In this case, he chose a round metal ball, which was the most obvious option for him.

With the blueprints ready, he was able to move on to the next few steps. He walks over to the door to leave the room but stops as he hears the sound of the insect wings flapping. He looks down, to see another roach.

He lifts his feet to crush it but then stops. He thinks about it for a minute before proceeding. He examines the roach itself. it was very still, not daring to move.

"Hmm..."