The World Dragon's Heir

Dominic returned to the top of the Keep, and took his usual spot on the sofa. "How did the repair mission go?" Princess Alexis asked.

"Good. I’ve got the whole Regiment operational again, with some spare rifles for their next engagement. They put far more rounds through those magitech rifles than they were ever designed for, but that’s my fault.

I underestimated what they would be going through." Dominic replied.

James Burton looked up from a map of the area.

"You say that as if you were the one who chose those particular rifles for them."

Dominic nodded. "I chose the design, I made the rifles, and I made the spare parts that got them going again today. But when I was given the task, I was thinking of something more like the Noble Riflemen of the Officer Corps."

The young Marquis sighed and ran his hand through his tangled black hair.

"Nobody expected things to end like this. Magitech is changing everything about warfare. First the rifles, the improved cannons, now airships changing everything about troop deployment.

Nothing that I learned as a boy means a damned thing anymore, and now I have to take up where my father left off." He muttered. Follow current novels on Novᴇ(l)Fɪre .ɴᴇt

Dominic got to his feet and poured James a drink from the decanter on the end table.