[ Fortunately for him, she's a competitive type, if only for a need to assert her strength. She will always be driven by some sort of need to show to others that she isn't a pushover. For far too long, she was too meek and timid, so it serves as all the more reason to go against the opposite. It's all about showing to others she's not a woman to be trifled with. As she's been raised, knowledge holds more strength over weaponry, sometimes. Learning has been one way she's managed to climb this far up without breaking from hostage crises completely.

She won't wait any longer; once she starts to understand the basic pattern of channeling mana and using it with the cannon, she's starting to catch up. Still, having one eye and her lack of senses is her reason for struggling with accuracy. ]

As soon as Noir would fall, another would emerge, ready to swarm in, just like Saxons and Picts.

[ She says the latter more to herself, not expecting him to know what she's talking about. ]

You're right.

[ And there's number four, just barely, again. This time, her mana starts to shift from the white-hot anger to something frankly more demonic. ]

War will not end, it just continues, with another set of invaders.