Gun-ota ga Mahou Sekai ni Tensei Shitara, Gendai Heiki de Guntai Harem o Tsukucchaimashita!?

That night I talked to Marton, the merchant.

I was in the men's room, sleeping in a futon laid on the floor, sandwiched by the same orphanage boys.

(... t... kun)

"Phew."

A slight voice heard in the sensation of being slapped on the cheek and in the ear.

It all feels real to me.

(Li...... lute, mm...... lute kun)

"Hmmm...... ha!?

(Shh! Don't raise your voice. Everyone will wake up)

It wasn't a dream.

When I open my eyelids, Snow is peeking into my face.

Her hands held her mouth so that I wouldn't speak.

There are several rules for orphanages.

One of the heaviest sins of all is men and women sneaking into each other's rooms at night.

In case of violation, the meal will be skipped for one day.

Yet I can't believe Snow, an honorary student, broke the rules and broke into the men's room!

I think about why she came to see me until she broke into the men's room.

(... No way Snow is up all night!?

I am not the dull protagonist of anime or lanobe.

A living human being.

Indeed, I had recently felt in moderation that I was not hated by her.

For example, I would be happy to stroke my head, or my afternoon job is mostly with me...

Even I have feelings of being attracted to Snow, but not to the opposite sex.

Close to love for my sister or daughter.

But if they grow bigger in the future and still think of each other... maybe they'll be lovers and couples.

But whatever it takes, you're five years old and the night is too early! Besides, I can't believe a girl attacked a boy!

Snow horrible kid trying to make a fait accompli at this age!

The flesh is the same five years old, but the mental age is 32 years old. As an elder, he says, 'Bishi!' I seem to have to preach.

Snow puts his face closer and whispers in his ear.

(Shut up and we'll all wake up, so be quiet. Okay?)

Kokukoku.

Snow nodded and slowly let go of my mouth.

(You know, Snow, how does Omae feel -)

(Shh! We'll all be up when we talk about it here. Follow me)

I follow Snow's instructions and leave the men's room quietly.

There is no electricity in this world. Infrastructure such as gas, water, etc. also does not exist.

So, at night, the world darkens as blindfolded.

I hold Snow's hand and keep walking as she leads me.

As a sensation, I found out that the end she was headed for was the dining room.

Starlight plugging through the window.

In search of light, we sit by the dining room window.

It's a gym seat.

Warm during the day, but just chilly at night.

Touch each other's shoulders to keep warm with each other's warmth.

Sometimes this one is easier to hear whispers.

"So why did you bring me here until you broke the rules?"

"... Yeah, you know, I really need to ask Lute something"

At this level of voice, the people who sleep in the room won't wake up first.

But girls say they grow faster than boys, but I didn't know they wanted to know how I felt at this age......

I know what it's like to be in a hurry because there are other girls close to my age, but I wanted you to wait until the sun came up.

(It's true that it's hard to be a man.)

I play my forehead jokingly all over my chest.

Snow has asked with a dark look.

"You know, Lute would like to see your mother or father?

"... Huh?

"So do you think Lute would like to see a mother or father who abandoned herself?

That, I want to know how you feel about this, confession or 'my favorite Lute!' Not a sweet-and-sour event like that, huh?

Rather, it's a serial consultation.

I had a sinister imaginary apology for Snow in my chest, then I switched my mind and asked her.

"Why would Snow ask that?

"... Lute told the teacher today, 'Nothing, I don't want to see you now,' right?

Snow leans down and tells of his pounding and mood.

"Snow wants to see your father and your mother. I want to see him and ask him why he dumped Snow. I want to live with your father and your mother...... Is Snow weird to think so?

The situation between Snow and me is similar.

On the same day, we were left in an orphanage together.

I assure you that I do not want to see my parents now.

I guess I got worried that it would be a mistake to have the emotion of 'I want to see you' and 'I want to live with you if I could'.

I let Snow taste the sadness I didn't have to go through.

I don't want to see my parents because I'm a reincarnator who took over memories from my previous life.

It's not weird to meet abandoned parents to know why, make up and live together. Normal. Instead, I'm the one who's unusual - and I can't explain it. Because it would make me worry the other way around.

Then let's show it by attitude, not words.

I broke my leg from my gym seat and took a Wallace.

Snow, come here for a second.

"Why?"

"Fine."

Slightly forcefully nodding, letting her sit on her lap.

It made Snow feel cramped because of his proximity to health, but made him push her ear against my left chest.

"Heart sounds, can you hear me?

"... yeah, I can hear you. Tong, Tong, Tong."

"People are relieved to hear the sound of their hearts. 'Cause when you're a baby, you grow up listening to your mother's heart sound."

Oddly enough, Snow now circles like a fetus.

She closed her eyes and left her body with me.

"It's not weird that Snow wants to see his parents. So you don't have to worry about it"

"Really?"

"Oh, it's true. I don't want to see my parents because I don't have the means to find them."

Races are the most populous of the five races.

"The only thing is, if you have a clue, it's a star-shaped mole on the back of your right shoulder, but you can't even show it to everyone you're going to meet and ask. Besides, I have no talent as a magician. That's why it's hard to imagine the parents you dumped coming back to pick it up. So I broke it off that I would never see my parents again while I was alive."

I held Snow in my arms and stroked his head to continue the conversation.

She also listens without showing a bare gesture of rejection.

"But Snow is different. Unlike me, Snow has a gift as a magician. Besides, the White Wolves are a minority of people living in snowy mountains on the North Continent. If we go north, we might have some leads. And I'm sorry I said," Now I don't want to see my parents. "

It is rare to dump a child in silence.

If that's a child with even more magician talent, there must have been a good reason.

I hate to say it, but if you become a magician, you get a lot of money.

Even if you're poor, there's no reason to let go of gold eggs.

If you really wanted money right away, you should just let the upperclassmen without children out as adoptive daughters.

For example, one of the reasons for having a magician's talent and being taken to an orphanage - the death of his parents, the taking of relatives, resulting in the child being wounded in the heart and also being taken to Dr. Elle in both rehabilitation - and so on.

For a variety of other reasons, there are children who are taken to orphanages with magician talent.

"... Snow's the one who's sorry. Lute asked me something insensitive without even thinking about her feelings."

"There's no need for Snow to apologize. It's my fault."

"Then Snow and Lute, it's both bad. You're welcome."

"Right. Oh, maybe."

"Only to Lute to apologize, I'll teach you Snow's dream"

She slowly speaks out her own dreams.

"Snow does. When I grow up, I become a magician. And then you go to the North Continent to find your father and mother, and when you find them, you ask them why they dumped Snow. If we can make it up to each other, we'll live in the same house together. This is Snow's dream."

"That's a good dream. Snow will make it happen."

I take a breath and go on.

"... but if you don't find me, if you can't make up with my parents, Snow has me, and Dr. Elle and the orphanage kids. Just remember that."

"... yeah, thanks Lute"

Embrace her. As Snow conveys in warmth, not just words, that he is not alone in this world.

"Can I just hear Lute's chest a little more?

"Oh, you can ask as much as you like."

Snow rubs his ears against his chest to hear more heart sounds.

Out of my mind, it's awkward.

Me and Snow kept leaning against each other for a while, in the light of the stars.

- How long has it been?

Get your body away from Snow.

When I went back to the room with her, I asked.

"Why don't I sleep with you tonight anyway?

"Lute-kun's Etsy - Eh"

Yeah, you slept in a futon with me until a year ago.

She then returns to the women's room without turning around.

"I knew you didn't have a girl."

The old man's grunt, thirty paths past his mental age, dissolved in the dark corridor and disappeared.

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Lute, five years old.

Marton, a merchant specializing in magic tools, has a shop in the commercial city of Tubel.

There are several routes from Tubel to the defensive city of Turkas (which is called to have high defensive walls in the remnants of the old war and is the next flourishing city in Tubel around here).

The most popular central street can be reached in about ten days each way.

The least popular is the street through a town called Argio Horde, which houses an orphanage.

Despite being almost halfway between the commercial city of Tubel and the defensive city of Turkas, we cannot reach Hord without bypassing the forest.

When you get to Horde even more, it takes an extra ten days to get through the detour. This means that trying to travel from city to city through Hood takes twenty days to calculate.

Not many people go out of their way to get here through Hord, even though the central streets are half way there.

That's why the town is small and lonely.

On the first day I met Marton, the merchant, I hurried to make him sign the contract.

Because I wanted magic liquid metal as soon as I could.

He said about ten days from now until he gets back to the store.

It takes a day to prepare and a total of 21 days in 10 days to transport.

He asked me to see how it went for a plus a day or two because something even more unforeseen might happen.

It is not the world that if ordered as in previous life it would arrive the next day.

I apologized for my haste and thanked him.

I broke up with Marton on the 21st, afternoon, after lunch.

His men deliver the magical liquid metal to the orphanage.

One inner barrel was transported into the carriage where two horses (two horses) (horses with raised foreheads and looking like horns, which are well used for carriages, etc., because of their strength) were pulled.

Still, there is about 250 kilometers of one.

I really wanted just some magical liquid metal, but I still don't know if I can really make a handgun out of this material.

Besides, it is expensive, so they only sold one medium barrel.

Still, they're worth about 25 gold coins at the very least.

I also studied currency in Dr. Elle's class.

Including this sense of living, if you replace it with modern currency, it would be like '1 gold coin (100,000) = 10 silver coins = 100 large copper coins = 1000 copper coins'.

1 copper coin = 100 yen.

The price of wheat required per day is 2 copper coins (wheat quantity per person per day: as about 1 kg).

3 silver coins (30,000 yen) for about 1 kg of pork pork meat.

One large copper coin 2 copper coins (1200 yen) for about a litre of cheap wine.

Twenty-five pieces of gold feel like 2.5 million, about one silver coin (10,000) for a litre.

That's a magic tool, even if it rots.

However, it would be cheaper to negotiate if it was stored as a defective inventory for a long time because it was not popular and was not very well distributed. Because it's rare, prices fluctuate depending on the circumstances.

I just close my eyes around it because all I've provided is knowledge.

My men unload the barrel from the carriage and call me.

"Just in case the contents are incorrect, can I have them checked?

Quickly remove the barrel lid.

The contents were filled with silver liquid.

It looks like mercury, and when you tap a barrel, ripples spread.

Is this the magic liquid metal?

You're really liquid.

"No problem. Thank you for carrying me."

"No, because this is the job. As my husband tells me," Say hello. "

"Now please tell me, 'Thank you very much for listening to me.'"

"Okay. I'm on this."

My men take the hat and when they bow their heads they head back to the carriage.

When I finish dropping him off, I improve my physical abilities with physical enhancement and carry the barrel into the men's room.

Get this afternoon's work done quickly with Snow to start the magic liquid metal experiment we've been waiting for.

Take the inner barrel in the corner of the men's room out into the open.

The laboratory is an empty backyard after the magician's basic class.

I'll touch the magic liquid metal first.

The feeling was limp.

It spills out of my palm like water.

Heavier than water feel.

Maybe this is what happens when I touch mercury with my hands.

Quick, experiment.

I put my hand in a barrel and think of an image on my head.

It's a 10-cm metal plate that I want to flatten.

Moves and releases magic into both hands while maintaining the image.

I feel it in my hand.

"Oh, it's really done."

When pulled up, a metal plate was formed of about 10 cm.

However, it is very poorly completed.

The surface is not flat but spilled and not uniform in thickness.

The shape wasn't rectangular either, it was distorted.

Slightly tap the board with your fist.

Is the strength about iron?

"That's definitely hard to handle. Imagine more clearly the feel, the material, the thickness, the strength - that's what you need to paint as clearly as the metal plates you want to make are present on your head."

It's quicker to pay and buy than to take the time to train to articulate your image and build weapons and protective equipment.

I can also snort that it becomes an unpopular product.

However, I have worked in a former metalworking plant for about seven years as an employee.

"... remember the old days. Get your senses back."

Place the metal plate aside.

Inhale and exhale to concentrate your consciousness and again get your hands on magical liquid metal.

In my previous life, I was able to discover scratches on metal plates in 1 μm just by the feel of my fingertips.

I just heard the sound and found out which metal parts had scratches.

It's all a technique that was coached and annoyed by the craftsmen of the factory who were there at the time.

Even once you die and lose your flesh, technology is engraved in your soul.

Again, imagine a metal plate and pour magic into it.

Instead of making a vague chunk.

Images of sharpening, finishing, and smoothing the surface after creating a shape once. Think of it strongly and pour it as magic into the liquid metal.

The feeling of metal being created in your hands.

Pull up from the magic liquid metal.

"- Okay! Success!"

A rectangular 10 cm metal plate with a smooth surface, uniform thickness and beautiful shape.

"With magic liquid metal, you could really make a gun - a handgun!

I've been most excited since I was reincarnated into this world.