"A drop... hmm, right, the drop..."
The clown looked at the empty theater. The red glow in his eyes grew more intense, and the smile on his face became ever more crazed. "Damn it, how could my great big thorny darling just die like that?"
"You... it's you. There's something wrong with you!"
"What's wrong with me?" Wei'en asked, looking at him innocently. 'Empty your mind. Just don't think about anything.'
"Your rifle isn't right. A weapon with that kind of power is a problem. A huge problem!"
"My gun?"
Wei'en knew, of course, that there was something special about his sniper rifle.
It was the perfect fusion of mechanical technology from his past life and the runic knowledge of this world. Its power naturally couldn't be compared to ordinary gunpowder-filled firearms.
"Yes, that's the one! How could it possibly break through my thorny little sweetheart's defenses?"
