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

Chris Gate Blood, daughter of Count Dan, is a pull.

Both parents, magicians b-plus or higher magic bearers.

But she had no talent as a magician.

At the age of seven, the children of the Demon Continent, who can afford the house, start attending school. Learn to read, write, compute, history, and more there.

Those who are talented at the age of ten go to the School of Mages.

Anything that is missing goes to a school that learns general education.

The fig started when Miss Chris was nine years old.

At the age of nine, classes are divided between those who attend the School of Mages and those who do not, as a prep.

Miss Chris was close. Class apart from three childhood friends. She was the only one who went to general education class.

And three months later - she has bitterly refused to attend school for a fig.

The fig... despite the talented magicians of both parents, was caused by the fact that the talent was not taken over by Miss Chris.

And because my childhood friends had talent, my class was separated and I isolated one person.

The environment for her to be jerked off has been set up.

Since then, Miss Chris has become afraid of the outside and the light, and she has apparently lived without a step out of her room until now, when she turns ten.

Bathrooms, toilets and kitchenettes are also provided in their own rooms. They went out of their way to carry out construction later.

Sir, your wife's sweetness gives me a headache.

I know it's hard for a lady. But how can you not make an effort to go outside and create a more attractive living environment...

But neither did they make good the status quo in which Lady Chris was pulling the cage.

As part of that effort, he bought me a blood bag and a caregiver.

Unlike the demon continent, there is a custom of celebrating birthdays every year until the age of fifteen.

Because fifteen is considered an adult.

It's similar to not getting a Christmas present when you graduate from high school.

And on my tenth birthday, I wanted to be cut off from getting back on my feet by giving Miss Chris a special blood bag, and when I contacted the slave traders, they recommended me.

My husband liked it at a glance and bought it without negotiating a price - leaving me mistaken for a girl.

Indeed, in about a year of sailing, my hair stretched to my chin, and my skin was bright white because I was almost in the cabin. My muscles were fading, my arms were luxurious like a girl.

You look one way or the other young, girly.

In that situation, you may have no choice but to mistake me for a girl if they say nothing.

Sir, ma'am, me, Mary, Gigi, and the maids come back to the room where they were drinking incense tea after Miss Chris' own room.

"Ha-ha-ha! I thought you were a girl because you look adorable! They took one of these! Ha ha ha ha!

"If you're already here, it's just a little bit."

My husband and wife laugh joyfully as if they were watching a comedy.

I had a headache and questioned him.

"But how did Miss Chris know I was a man right away? Nobody here noticed."

My wife answered my question.

"The Vampires have good night vision, good eyesight, and good motor vision. That kid has good eyes for jumping through one of them. So at first glance, you decided it wasn't a woman's skeleton, but a man's."

Merry, the deacon, bows his head deeply and apologizes.

"I checked the paperwork again and it did say 'man' in the gender column. It's my fault for failing to confirm, Mae."

"Ha-ha-ha! Never mind, never mind! I bought it in the first place because I didn't check it at the store!

"... I've noticed it by smell from the start"

"Yeah!?

I'm surprised.

For the first time Gigi opens his mouth.

As low as I expected, it was the voice Doss heard.

Mary frowns at Gigi's posterior dialogue.

"So why didn't you point it out right away Mae"

'Cause they didn't ask me.

"Mr. Gigi, can you only do the job you were told to do, Mae?

"You shouldn't get your hands on work outside your jurisdiction. Mostly because it's going to be a problem."

Gigi replies to Mary's tone without changing her expression.

The two stare at each other for a while.

Your wife changes the air that's gone bad.

"Mary, Gigi, we both have fights around there. It's no use arguing about what's past. Isn't it about Lute's treatment that we have to think about?

"It was. I'm so sorry I made such an ugly mess in front of your husband and wife, Mae."

…………

Mary bows her head deeply and apologizes, but Gigi kept her arms shut.

Your gaze again focuses on me to point out your wife.

If it were to be returned to a slave house, it would most likely be bought as a male whore next time.

What is required here in comparison is Miss Chris' opponent of the drawstring and her role as a blood bag.

The counts and wives of their employers are good people too, and they don't look like they treat slaves without a bottom.

There would be no more ideal buyers.

That's all I can assure you!

I desperately appealed because I didn't want to be returned to the slave house again.

"Please. Please let me work here! Good luck, because I will have my lady open her heart and act as a blood bag!

"I'm sorry, but I disagree. A man becomes the exclusive of a lady, etc...... First, the lady is afraid of Lute. His symptoms could get worse and worse, Mae."

"I agree. Instead, you should let him take care of the lady because he's a man"

Gigi opposes Mary's opinion straight from the front.

Mary is surprised and asks questions.

"Are you insane, Mr. Gigi!? You must have seen the lady scared, too, Mae!

"That's why I thought it was necessary. If you're a near-age girl, you already have your daughter's friends. It makes no sense to have more same-sex people close to their age than this. Rather, it's more likely that there will be some change when the opposite sex is near the age."

"Mr. Gigi..."

Until just now, Mr. Gigi was heartless and a strong face with a thousand severed ears.

I was frightened inside.

But now he looks like an angel with white feathers on his back.

Mary coughs once to calm her feelings.

"I understand what Mr. Gigi thinks. Then all the more so. Shouldn't Lute return it once and look for the slave that was on the condition again? The slave you buy this time is the slave you put on the lady's side. We should overlap caution, Mae."

Deacon Mary returns the product.

Security chief Gigi claims the residue, respectively.

I don't know which authority is above me, but I hope Gigi's voice comes through.

Come on, Mary, Omae's gonna make you Zingiscan one day, so get ready!

At the end of a stretch of speech, Mary and Gigi's gaze is directed at her husband, who is the Lord.

"Um, two opinions, very helpful. Then we take in the opinions of both sides, and if Lute can take care of Chris for three days tomorrow and serve as a blood bag within the time frame, buy it! Let's say I return it if I can't!

"Are you sure? For a tentative period critical returns are difficult to refund in full and will only come back in half, Mae."

"Ha ha ha ha! I don't care! It was originally my fault! If you don't give Lute a chance, your name as a gentleman will cry!

"Good for you, Lute. Good luck and be Chris' blood bag."

"Oh, thank you! Sir! Ma'am!

I bow my head in momentum.

Conditions were attached, but I managed to get a chance to stay in the Brat family.

Anyway after that, Miss Chris likes me, and I need you to suck my blood!

I'm still in made-up clothes, and I stiffen my grip with temper.

The Count, his wife watched with a smile, Mary dissatisfied, Gigi and the maid watched with no expression.

This is how I decide if I can stay in the Brad family, three days of destiny begin!