The name wasn't familiar to her and she showed no signs of recognition. Demon king? 6th Heaven? Demon wasn't a term used often and certainly not in a casual conversation.

Elza passed a brief glance back at Sturm before her attention settled back on Nobunaga. "A rifle and a pistol." she offered but gave no indication that she'd hand out her name. A keen eye might be and to place the pistol partially hidden at her side as a dueling pistol.

Something wasn't right. Guns were something most were unaware of even amongst the best fighters in the land. They were strictly regulated and used solely by those in the Guild. It was completely unheard of for someone outside of the Guild to have possession of any. It may have been years since she had lived inside of the Tower, but she definitely didn't remember this man being a part of it. What Elza had yet to realise though was this was not yet her world.

"I can't say that I've heard of that gun before," Elza admitted. "If it doesn't use gunpowder, how does it work?"

Did it have a soul?