“Since it’s a throwable bomb, how about calling it a TB for short?”
“Are you serious?”
Kellerhan looked down at me in disbelief and asked.
I tilted my head not knowing what was wrong.
He smiled in vain and swept his mouth with one hand.
“Any other names you can think of?”
Is TB that bad?
I thought it would be nice to be able to infer its purpose from the name.
I racked my head a bit more at Kellerhan’s suggestion of a different name.
Ah! Another good idea came to mind.
“How about a PB? It’s a bomb that looks like a pebble!”
“It’s not bad because it’s intuitive, but… Are you serious?”
Kellerhan made a bitter expression. When I looked next to him, Yuta was desperately turning away from me.
It was Caroline who told me the truth.
“Young Madam, you don’t have a sense of naming unexpectedly… ”
“Was it bad? Both TB and PB?”
I thought both were pretty good names, so I panicked and looked at the three of them.
Kellerhan, Yuta, and Caroline in turn avoided my gaze.
It’s a shock. It was really bad.
“Usually, inventions are named after the inventor!”
Caroline said in a lively voice, as if she was trying to change the mood.
“That’s right. So, there are quite a few series of swords named after the blacksmith who made them. It’s a different story from invention, though.”
Kellerhan recited several famous sword series.
“Is that okay? How about adding the dignity of the Young Madam to the bomb?”
Caroline actively commented.
Yuta stared at Caroline and his father, exchanging stories about the bomb’s name, as he carefully opened his mouth.
“…It’s Isabella, so Bellatan?”
Bellatan?!
I was terrified.
“Anyway, it’s a bit embarrassing to name it after my name.”
Bellatan is named after me.
I wanted to hide in a mouse hole, thinking that the name would be put in the mouth of everyone who knew the existence of this bomb.
“Why? I like it, though…”
Yuta tilted his head.
“But I can’t help it because Isabella hates it.”
Fortunately, Yuta didn’t insist on Bellatan.
We put our heads together and struggled for a while.
“Then what about ‘Schutan’ after taking it from Schwires?”
Yuta asked, twinkling his eyes.
“That’s much better.”
Kellerhan nodded his head.
Caroline was also convinced.
I looked up at Kellerhan and Caroline, feeling a little betrayed.
I have no idea what the difference is between TB, a PB, and a Schutan! (t/n: they’re like acronyms and abbreviations)
However, the three of them looked extremely satisfied, and I didn’t want to be troubled by the name of the bomb anymore, so I accepted the name ‘Schutan’.
***
After that, I made a crossbow and practiced how to handle Schutan myself.
Since the throwable bomb was the first weapon even Kellerhan, a combat veteran, had seen, he studied Schutan from a beginner’s point of view like me.
Putting a Schutan into a crossbow and shooting it required much more complicated handling and caution than just throwing it by hand.
I had to be careful not to accidentally fire the Schutan or hit it by any chance until I took it out and mounted it on the crossbow.
“This is worth using.”
Kellerhan whistled when he saw the Schutan fired from the crossbow burrowed into the target and then exploded inside.
“You can’t kill people all at once, but you can make them temporarily incapacitated. Of course, you can hold it in your hand and throw it like a surprise.”
He measured the exact power of Schutan by rolling his feet around the fallen target without taking his bloody remarks.
“I just wish I don’t need to use it.”
I said, squatting next to Kellerhan, weighing the damage done to the target with him.
Then Kellerhan looked down at me with a strange expression and coughed in vain.
“As a matter of fact, Isabella. This time I… ”
It was the moment he was about to say something.
“Miss! And Duke!”
Magda’s voice was heard from beyond the training ground.
“It’s time to return to the mansion.”
When I looked up at the sky at Magda’s words, the sunset was already setting.
“You worked hard today.”
Magda smiled broadly, not scolding or sighing, even as she saw me messed up with hum and dust.
“Tonight’s dinner is cream stew, chicken, and sweet pudding.”
My eyes twinkled with joy at Magda’s words.
Since I came to Barmuth, eating delicious food has become one of the greatest pleasures in my life.
“Ah, Duke, what were you going to say earlier?”
While Magda brushed off the dirt on my body, I remembered Kellerhan’s last words and asked.
“I’ll tell you when we get back to the mansion.”
I tilted my head, because it wasn’t Kellerhan at all for him to delay a story.
Is this something that can’t be talked about in front of Magda? If so, then I understand.
Having come to my own conclusions, I returned to the mansion with Kellerhan and Magda.
But back in the mansion, I didn’t hear what Kellerhan was trying to say.