Arafoo Kenja no Isekai Seikatsu Nikki

It is difficult to say that the nightclub hosted by the Duke of Solister is safe (? > and the guests' nobles will stay at the Duke's mansion, and the neighboring nobles will return to their territory within that day.

The more aristocracy I visited from afar, the more I stayed for a few days, and some other aristocracy remained for separate reasons.

That separate matter is the nobility who took part in the secret talks with the Duke of Delsassis and those who remained to take the time to compile the Magic Musketeers concept.

So what about the other nobles?

Christine de Elwell, who is also a Viscount's Lady, for example.

"Well, I have to run my errands before I get back to the realm."

Kristin whines alone as she packs her things.

On the bed was placed a large bag with a change of clothes that had just been cleared, beside which was left only a palm-sized wrap.

Christine attended the night club in the name of Mother Jianmae, but the real reason was for this city of Santore. Though a good skilled blacksmith in this city to be exact.

"... orihalcon. I wish I had a blacksmith who could handle this."

[Orihalcon].

It is a clay-like mineral that, on its own, is only soft, but it had a special property in this mineral.

A medium of dreams that, by mixing with other metals, alters the conductivity of hardness and magic and allows for the creation of more powerful weapons. A legendary mineral that makes it easy to turn down a chunk of iron if it's a sword, but it really requires a well-armed blacksmith.

Even though he is a user of the sword.

Aside from the skill of the user, having a sword as a family heirloom is a kind of status. Especially if you have a sword or something that the king gave you, they also say you are safe until the country dies, unless you commit a sin that will cut off your house.

The Viscount Elwell family did not have such weapons.

It was the Orihalcon that I accidentally acquired in Arhan's abandoned pit, but the trouble is that there are no craftsmen in the territory who can handle the minerals of this hand.

Initially he was adamant about using the Orihalcon sword himself, but the craftsman couldn't find it and gave up, making the Mithril sword first and leaving it alone for a while.

However, the attraction of the sword of Orihalcon was difficult to abandon, and the invitation to the night club rekindled, at least visiting the city of Santore, home to many artisans.

At any rate, the arms of the craftsmen in the city of Santore are known to other countries, so much so that some holy knights also visit from the Holy Father of Matisse to train their swords.

If there's a problem...

"... If I were a Dwarf person, what would I do"

- Yes, if the craftsman was a dwarf.

Craftsman temperament dwarves don't compromise anyway. If you have the unknown minerals in your hands, that's what you'll happily begin to work out your sword with impatient momentum.

Ignore any customer requests or work you've been doing.

The more iron fist sanctions fly, even if that's the client, the more willing they will be to work. Christine is afraid of that.

It's a famous story to deal with Dwarf craftsmen who diagonally cross their noses with common sense and never get busy. That's all their race traits were widely known.

"No, no, don't be weak! If we had a sword that would be a family heirloom, we would have a little foil on it, and if it was the best, if we gave it to the royal family, we could manage to survive the house..."

There were two reasons to train Orihalcon's sword.

One is to train the sword of a family heirloom, as I said earlier, but the other is to be introduced to a nobleman who is powerful in welcoming his son-in-law for the survival of your family.

Especially the sons of nobles who don't put them on the governor, such as the second son or the third son, are overflowing with nobles of the upper class who I don't think would mind anywhere if they were to be adopted into the aristocracy.

Adoption and other aristocracy do the same thing everywhere, but here Christine somehow remembered Zveit's face and couldn't connect words.

"Hey, why do you... remind me of Master Zveit's face?!?

I was Christine accepting a political marriage for your house, but I didn't think I was falling in love.

The trouble is that I grew up in an environment full of men except my mother, so I haven't noticed any such emotional changes. And I can't notice.

I had grown up to be a pure serious blunt girl. I grew up.

"... calm down, take a deep breath... Uh-huh. All right, let's get back on our minds and go to Craftsmanship. Doctor, are you awake?

Christine stepped out of the mansion room with her luggage in her hand.

Here the promised expansion erupts.

"Yikes!"

"Oops!?

I bumped into Zvate as soon as I left the room.

"When... is that Christine? Are you okay?"

"Ts, Master Zvate!? Hiya, I'm okay!

"Why Kyod? Well, fine... you're not hurt, are you?

"It's okay. My butt just hurts a little..."

"Can you stand? Here."

"Hi-ha?

Christine can't contain her palpitations in the hands of Tuvate, who was distracted by what?

Without even knowing such a change in her mood, Zveit pulls Christine's hand and makes her stand up.

Inside, Christine was panicking, "Me, me, what are you doing?!!"

"I was looking around. I'm sorry too, but watch out for Christine, too. By the way, why did you come out so impetuous?

"What? Did you have that much momentum? As far as I'm concerned, he usually came out the door..."

"You didn't notice? I popped up..."

"Shh, excuse me! I hadn't noticed at all."

Unaware of her first love, Christine unconsciously left the room early on when she remembered Zvate's face in the room.

There was the lightning, the embarrassment, the indescribable upset of the mind, but the consciousness deluded me that I was the way I always was. Because of that, I did a dodge that I don't usually do.

That too, in front of Zveit.

Words don't come out of shame and agitation.

Not knowing her mood like that, Zveit sees and picks up the wrap rolling on the floor.

The feeling conveyed at the moment I had it was strangely soft.

"What the hell, you're soft...... Clay?"

"Oh, that's... O, Orihalcon..."

"Ha!? O, orihalcon, oh!?

I also heard from Zeros about Orihalcon, and I knew that because of the peculiarities of its minerals it was as much as a blacksmith or a wizard wanted, but I had never had the real thing in my hands.

Orihalcon is a half-legendary mineral, a rare mineral that in literature has a terribly high affinity with magic. If you are a magician, you owe money and you want to get it.

Diversion into a magic guide can create something quite powerful, but few have got the real thing.

Zveit raised a similar voice of surprise to the scream.

"Hey, why have you got that!? Is this, seriously, Orihalcon!?

"I was in an accident before when I mined at an abandoned pit site in Arhan, and when I got help, I found it from the bottom floor. I was mining quite a lot if you helped me."

In her words came to mind the appearance of an insane wizard in the back of Zveit's brain.

"Bottom level…. Hey, check it out, but the guy who helped me... wasn't he a frigid grey robe obsessed wizard? Use the magic of misdigit power…"

"You know about Mr. Zeros!? I wanted to thank you then, but I don't know where you live."

"I knew it! Orihalcon what a substitute. The only insanity I can think of is about that guy...... No, there's another one now."

Zeros and Ads. These two out-of-standard magicians will be able to spot Orihalcon and other things.

On the back of Zveit's brain, 'Hahaha, massive Bye!!!' came the old man in the grey robe, waving his crane mouth with a high laugh.

He thinks' a master would be anything ', and the perception is roughly correct.

"Dear Zveit, let me see Mr. Zeros! I really wanted to thank you for that."

"Master... as far as I'm concerned, you better be ready, huh?

"What, ready? What are you prepared for?

"From what I've heard, the master's house seems a lot insane... I don't know what's gonna happen."

"Huh? Huh? Huh?

"The machining of the orihalcon would also be easy for the master. I don't know what you're going to use him for, but why don't you ask your master?

"Did Master mean Mr. Zeros? Yes, unexpectedly, I had a connection with an amazing person. I'd like to ask around."

"Well, let's go. I was going to go to my master too."

Christine was thus guided by Zveit to thank Zeros, who remained as the Sicori of his heart, to the house in which he lived.

I looked for Sargas as my escort, but he wasn't in the room, and when I gave up and the two of them went down the stairs to leave the mansion, at the doorstep...

"If you think there's someone hot and bitter in the morning, it's sagas. I managed to blame that wasting buoyant muscle. You're ruining my refreshing mood."

"Hmm, that's a lot of greetings if you try to get back from early morning workouts, Creston. Unlike you, who continue to sit in a chair, Noon remains a young flesh by working out. Scratching a refreshing sweat on a refreshing morning is what keeps you healthy."

"The smell of sweat in that waste is probably why your Lord can't remarry. Do you always expose yourself to body odors?

"I'm about to wash my body. Even if you don't tell me, I know about basic etiquette!

"Well, it's what I grew up with. I used to say it stayed that way after I built up my workouts...... After all, it's the effect of being run away by your wife once. I don't know what's good for you."

"Are you fighting and selling to Nong in the morning?

"It's funny, isn't it light exercise before breakfast? I'll settle for you last night."

"Easy!!

And the second round that begins.

The front lobby of the mansion turned into a venue for battle by two old demons.

Like last night, the two old men talk to each other with their fists looking fun.

For the twitching between the best friends, it sounded like a lousy blow.

"... let me, Doctor"

'... Grandpa. What are you doing?'

It's not that we hate each other, it's a ritual that deepens friendship with each other.

Talking to friends is not just words.

But as blood relatives and godchildren, I am ashamed.

Zveit and Christine snuck out of the mansion before the noise got louder.

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Blacksmithing is the talk of fire and iron.

Identify the firepower, identify the state of the iron heated, and strike it with a hammer with predictability and accuracy.

Sparks splash, high golden noises sound, know how iron can be forged with sound discernment, pass it through the embossed vegetable oil and repeat the heating and forging with fire again.

Sometimes rice straw is added and bent and stretched into tough, sticky iron. It's easy to say, but it takes a lot of years to do it.

"............ that's still sweet"

Zeros, so whining, looked at the burning heat emitting metal in his hand and sighed.

It's an easy blacksmith to do at Sword and Sousalis, but when you actually do it, you don't get the feeling to follow. This was the first time I had done this to the reality of what is not sufficient as knowledge.

"... Lord Zeros. Why do you have a blacksmith factory?

"I tried to make my own in my spare time. It was a good job, but hey."

Reinvigorate iron chunks sandwiched with iron whilst regulating the firepower with (fudge).

The tempo sounded golden.

"By the way, what can I do for you? Mr. Kreussus."

"You've completed the prototype weapon. I would have loved to hear Lord Zeros's opinion, but apparently you're taking it in. Now I'm going to come after I get an appointment."

"It's not that I'm taking it in. Wait a minute, whoa!

Place iron chunks in the water in the tarai and immediately pull them up when cooled, placing them unwrought on the gold floor.

Wash your face and hands with a pre-drawn bucket of water and wipe with the towel you hung, Zeros faces Cloisas.

"So, what is the weapon of prototyping? Something long...... no way!

"Magic metal ejectors… we call them [Magic Guns]. Lord Zeros understood well without confirmation."

"Magic Gun, huh? I was targeted with a weapon in my hand as I headed to Atorum Empire. The recovered volcano gun also crossed to the Duke of Delsassis, and I was treading on it all... Still, it was quicker than I thought."

"The Dwarf craftsmen did their best."

"Dwarf......"

Behind Zeros's brain...

"Build the parts now! Gawa can do it all the time."

"I can't, give me a break!!"

"Huh? Whatever it is, rest forever. I'm not gonna make it any easier on you right now."

'Don't be impotent, I'm carving out such a fine procedure!!'

"Craftsmen do something about it, don't they? Gudagda, I didn't say move your hand! '

"We are magicians, we are not craftsmen!!"

'Everyone is an artisan at the point of being here. I'm not willing to listen to any weak noises or crying. They don't die after working!

"Hino, no, no, no, no, no!

- I thought I heard a conversation between an artisan and a magician.

I guess because Zeros himself is more familiar than anyone with turning it into a hell of a snort cry there at the time Dwarf got involved.

"The wizards... they must have been in terrible shape"

"I had fun, though. It was too late for research until the prototype was complete, as the necessary surgical ceremony was completed. Fortunately, there were quite a few interesting research materials."

"You seem to be doing well with those job addicts unexpectedly. I feel sorry for the victims..."

Just experiencing Dwarf's insanity, Zeros sympathized with the sacrificed wizards.

For some reason nature and tears overflow.

If you engage with them, there are two paths. Either you become a job addict of your kind, or you fall for overwork.

Worst of all, there's no doubt that you'll be so mentally cornered that you want to die.

Zeros also said, 'Enact the Labor Standards Act quickly!!' As much as I'd like to say.

"Whatever the victim's story is, let me just show you. I'm a little interested, too."

"Okay, let's get this wrapper now."

"Ho ho ho"

Unwrap the package you received from Cloisas and hand the demon gun that was inside to Zeros.

The shape of the received Magic Conductor gun is close to that of a volcano gun, but the next bullet loading is the bolt-action type of the structure that pulls the lever of the body.

"Can I shoot this, please?

"Ammo is this. I feel like it could be a little bigger, but the Dwarf was rejected because of the shape. How unreasonable it would be to increase the number of rounds loaded"

Upon receiving the metal magazine, pull the plug lever into the hole in front of the trigger.

"The loading is manual and the continuous firing mechanism is nasi. The problem is it's powerful, but if you shoot it normally, it doesn't taste good."

"If a stray bullet flies into a private house, it won't taste good. I don't want the dead to die from a trial shot, and let's normally shoot at the sky."

"Even if we look at performance, we don't know about this."

I fired a demon gun at the sky as I said it.

The sensation seems to be sufficiently lethal.

"If I shoot this, the barrel will jump, won't it? Shooting with shoulder support is more likely to hit you, and the next time I shoot you, I think you'll stabilize?

"Sure, it's also a problem to pump up every time you use it. There was a suggestion that it would be better to stretch the fixture around the grip and keep it down with your shoulders, but the Dwarves weren't convinced."

"Ahhh... they're weird obsessed, so hey. Can you even think of putting in a play that takes precedence over appearance?"

Why the Dwarves deliberately diverted the shape of the firerope gun as it was.

That's nothing more than playfulness as an artisan. He abandoned the convenience of a stable gunbed and ran into an archaic hobby.

If you're Zeros, for example, you choose a useless, sophisticated form like a modern heavy weapon over a volcanic gun shape that has no stability. But the Dwarves are the opposite.

I'm just not sure if making a user-friendly weapon is the result of not being sexually appropriate or stuck with an artistic point of view, but I chose a design that was deliberately hard to handle.

It may be something of an artisan will for the work, still as if the painter were drawing into the painting with the back circumstances within the court as a message.

But I don't know what kind of messaging you put in the gun. Even if the artisans' thoughts were included, there would be no extrapolation for ordinary people.

No matter what you think, the Magic Gun is only a weapon of destruction to defeat your enemies.

"At the initial design stage, it was a more rational shape. We diverted the shape of the exhumed demon gun."

"If Dwarf chose this shape, it's no use where we said it. They also seek artistry for weapons. Because if you say anything extra, they'll beat you up..."

"I don't know what they're thinking. Is that because I'm a fake?

"Come on? I wonder..."

It is true that in Japan, a fire rope gun is also valuable as a work of art and is sometimes exhibited in museums.

Decorated as a weapon used in warfare, it offers a playful glimpse into the techniques of the then artillery blacksmiths. Probably because weapons and people were closely connected.

Even in the West, technology and art may be inseparable when cut off, because musket guns sometimes have beautiful decorations on display in museums.

"Maybe Dwarves prioritize shape beauty."

With that in mind, Zeros fired his demon-guided gun at the sky.

I could understand all the power of the prototype, albeit somehow, to the shock resulting from the firepower applied to my hands.

It's less powerful than a heavy weapon made by Zeros, but it can kill people enough.

If we count them, the enemy won't be able to attack us.

It is also expected to have a considerable defensive effect if used to defend forts and fortresses, and you can expect a full effect even in the field if you let the infantry have it. But there is a good chance that the war will turn into something quite inhumane.

"Will times change...... It would be bad if we didn't rush the firearms control bill any more than it took shape this way. You'll need strict control over your military equipment."

"Is it dangerous to spread it to society? I think I can fully contribute to the demon crusade."

"The problem is that it's easy to handle. What if, for example, you miniaturized this, and it was used in crime? So far, it's hard to identify the killer."

"I think you can manage that there by qualifying?

"If they say it was stolen, that's it. I think if they even sidelined you on that pretext, you'd just increase the number of crimes in the labyrinth. I don't think it's going to be as tough as a maximum sentence if you lay it aside."

"That's what my father would think, but I'll tell you from me."

"Please. But you're worried because you're gonna forget to tell the story for some other reason."

"I won't deny it"

I was an old man who wanted to tell you to deny it there, but Cloisas is like Zeros.

I'm a hobby-piercing explorer everywhere, and I don't look at anything I'm not interested in.

Zeros also had the experience of pursuing what he wanted to do when he was younger, and became concerned about his surroundings, also after he took a responsible position.

I can also say that being promoted to a responsible position put safety on the line.

"It's a different story, but in the meantime, you haven't finally created a male sex change drug. I have a recipe. Do you want one?

The moment you hear Zeros' words, Cloisas glasses gleam brightly.

"Let me know! What's the material? What's different from female sex change drugs? I've changed the material a few times and tried it too, but I couldn't make a magic drug to masculine! Tell me! Right now! Come on, come on! Come on!!"

"... you're a great eater. Do you remember telling Lord Delsassis what you said earlier?

"What are you talking about? Besides, the quest for knowledge will take precedence over all others. I don't think I'm wrong about anything, though?

"Mr. Kreussus...... You know, I've already forgotten something you shouldn't forget."

"If it's to the point of forgetting it immediately, it's sure not a big deal. That's right, fix the recipe now. I want to verify a lot of things. Oh, it's a waste of time!

It was you, Kreussus, greedy for knowledge everywhere.

He looks beautifully shaped, but to much of a pity gap, that's just the old man being a dongle too.

"Before I do, would you like me to inform Lord Delsassis of the enactment of this law on guns? That's what you forgot. [M] After you do what you have to do, but you can verify the recipe..."

"So is that. Yeah, but do we really have to see if it works? Shall we try the prototype for the maids?"

"Stop it, if I let him drink it while it's still in the liquid, he'll fix it to a man!

"Isn't that where it goes back to normal with female sex change drugs?

"You don't bother the average person even though you don't know what side effects you'll have. Try death row if you want to."

"... Indeed. It doesn't taste good to sacrifice an innocent servant for research. Would you ask your father to prepare about a few death row inmates? Anyway, a sex offender would be nice."

If the old man makes an outward suggestion, Cloisas was quite an outward one, too.

Well, if you're a sex offender, you deserve it, so even if they use male conversion drugs after they make you feminized as a dosing experiment, there's no problem. Rather, I have no choice.

In experiments with new drugs, felony death row inmates have become subjects, and there are facts that validation of various dosing experiments was carried out. It is a world in which science and technology have not developed that such inhumane practices are tolerated. This is common sense now.

But around these words coming out without getting lost, these two consciences may be somewhere broken.

No, not now.

"By the way, Lord Zeros..."

"What is it?

"My father told me that Lord Zeros was also producing the Magic Gun, right? I'd like to take a look at it, too, if I may."

"............... are you serious"

It was in the neighboring country that Zeros and Ado doubled with guns.

In view of the fact that Delsasis already has that information and is further embarking on the production prototype of the Magic Gun, there will also have been intermediaries in the neighbouring countries. It's an information network to the point of horror.

Sure, I may have felt somewhat threatened with the fireline guns of the Metis Holy Law Reich, but if I knew what to do, I wouldn't be a menace to the Devil's Guide.

However, it seems that Zeros himself was the trigger for this early start in the development of the Magic Gun. The old man immediately guessed there.

'No way, I didn't know I'd pull the trigger to raise civilization levels... it was just a detour to the gun. And yet, how much intelligence does that guy release?'

Even now, he was an old man who learned about the intelligence-gathering power of the Duke of Delsassis.

It's not like I was watching sweetly or alarmed, but still the old man didn't notice the intelligence. Looks like more hand work is under Delsasis than you can imagine.

But at a time when we were already making deals at the Magic Mottle Carriage, it was even more so now.

The old men are moving through the ages.

"Come on, let me see it! Sounds pretty high-performance, doesn't it, come on! Come on!!"

"... I'll show you even if you don't come that close. You look handsome, why don't you just have that much vision for something magical? My eyes are running blood and I'm scared..."

"Isn't it a time of bliss for the Wisdom Master to be slightly touched by pieces of Wisdom! More than a trivial thing like that, Lord Zeros' magic gun!

"Yes, yes...... This is it."

Exactly did you think rifles and shotguns were unsavory, my old man handed Cloisas a dessert eagle...

"Hey!?

The handgun dessert eagle was heavier than Croissas had recognized as it seemed.

No, it was too heavy.

It gives way to too much weight.

"Hey, what is it... this, weighs..."

"Is it heavy? Me or Ado, it's easy to hold..."

"If I see it as a weapon... it's too heavy... Kuck, I won't take 10,000 people..."

"Really? Well, I'm using Damascus steel and other heavy mass metals, so I think it's somewhat heavy, so much?

"Damascus... mineral, isn't it the heaviest metal... Besides, the magic has been taken away and I'm dizzy..."

"Ahhh..."

The Zeros Magic Gun is a mechanism by which magic is automatically absorbed from crystals embedded in the grip, flushed into the chamber by pulling the trigger, and ejected bullets with magical explosive power.

In other words, the magic of the user is being forcibly deprived.

Plus, it's strengthening the gun body. It's magically bottoming up endurance, and overflowing excess magic increases the power of the bullet as well as the gun body. Briefly, it was a defect.

What you're trying to say is that Old Man's Dessert Eagle is a substitute for the overwhelmingly low levels of pull and strength and magic compared to Zeros.

On the contrary, I can't fix the weight of the gun with my arms alone. Even if I could shoot a dessert eagle, it would have blown my body apart with its power.

"Couldn't handle it?"

"Ma, out of magic...... I haven't even shot him yet..."

"Sorry, a weapon made by my standards, so it seems tough on you, Cloisas. I've lost my mind."

Constantly consumes magic with enhanced magic, so in Cloisas, where the amount of magic held is low, the magic runs out immediately. It was a forceful and cluttered weapon that made Zeros say things to his vast magic.

Conversely, there will be no one to deal with in this world, so it's like safety has been established in a way, but I can't feel safe.

Magic is energy that can be saved. If someone made it with a magic battery, it would cover its safety as well.

Well, that would be a long way off too......

"A powerful weapon will need the magic it deserves... I experienced it myself."

"If this doesn't work, I wonder if the other guys are the same. And you don't have much magic or strength."

"Is it time for researchers to say something about their health too...... So that I can work out in earnest too..."

"You can't do that, can you? If you had time like that, you'd be immersed in research."

"It's hard not to deny it"

While dragging some regrets into Zeros' demon-guided gun, Cloisas restored his magic by drinking the mana potion he received.

As a researcher, I regret it.

"Well, just convince yourself this time with a recipe for a male sex change drug. If you look at something extra, you don't even know what you're working on right now.

"Who's after the two rabbits? Maybe that's true...... I have no choice, that's about enough for today to convince you. It seems too soon for me."

"So far today...? Are you so untrained by the magic gun I made?

"Naturally! Besides the prototype we developed, there's a different kind of demon gun, right? Wouldn't it be natural for researchers to want to look into it!

"The basics are the same. What is it? Oops, I forgot. This is the recipe for male sex change drugs. I'm willing to make it, but I don't want you to think about trying it with the people around you."

"Is that a reminder? You'll be fine around there. We will have affordable criminals looked after, so we will not make any casualties. Probably..."

"Probably!? Hey, you. I just said maybe!?

I tried to hear a lot of poking around, but Croissas, who received the recipe, was pretty floating and hadn't even listened to people.

The cool look collapsed unbroken, retreating without greeting in a very small leap of joy.

It would be useless to chase him in that state.

The old man only slightly regretted giving the bad guy a dangerous recipe.

"I don't care, I forgot my prototype demon gun..."

After Cloisas left, only the prototype's demon gun was left behind.

When I have a research subject in front of me, I immediately forget anything else. That is a young man named Kreussus van Solister.

The old man was worried about what to do with this, with a prototype demon-guided gun that would probably be treated as confidential.