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

"Wow."

Day one, morning.

I wake up on a soft bed.

Room about six tatami sizes.

This room is temporary, but it's my private room.

It's not maid clothes that hang on the wall, it's butler clothes.

Yesterday, it was given to me by Mary, a sheep tribe.

I'm his subordinate, apparently in the position of a butler apprentice with a lady.

"... Between today and three days, is it a condition of employment to have your daughter breathe blood"

If that is not achieved, it will be returned to the Slavery.

If they put me back in the slave house again, this time I might be bought for male prostitution.

"In order not to, good luck getting along with Miss Chris!

I get up from the futon in a mood.

When I changed into butler's clothes and went out into the hallway, the maid with the hamster ears was already waiting.

"Good morning, Mr. Merse"

"Good morning, Lute"

This seemingly faceless girlfriend is Merse of the Ham, a beast race who is the head of the Brad family maid.

Sleeves through orthodox maid clothes, hands layered in front of her body.

The chest is thin, slender and tall back.

It feels like a maid who can work at a glance.

Excuse me, I think I've kept you waiting.

"No, I'm just here too, never mind"

Merse talks pale without changing her expression.

"So, since Lute is going to take care of Miss Chris for three days now, I'm going to ask you about my assistant"

"Regards"

She is the maid who has always taken care of the lady.

That's why I'm going to take care of your daughter as her assistant.

Merse is also in my position as an eyewitness.

It was Mary the Butler who decided that.

Mary offered me conditions.

● To avoid leaving the lady and the man alone, use Merse as your guide.

● Follow Merse's instructions.

● If it does not become a lady's blood bag, it must not attract sympathy by saying she will be expelled.

● Be honest when additional items are available.

That's four.

Because of your role and the lack of facial expression change, I was a little bad at Merse.

I looked at the window frame of the room after the cleaning with my finger and said, 'Are you going to clean with this?' Are you going to say it? It's like a ghost girl or an OL station.

But the negative image of me is that Merce-

"I agree with Mr Gigi. I believe that it would be better for the lady to have a near-age lute on her side to make some changes. So do your best to stay. We're here for you."

"Thank you! Mr. Merse!"

Who's Ghost Girl, Ol' Bureau?

Mr. Merse was an angel!

She urges me to walk out.

"Then let's go wake the lady up first. Lute should go to the cooking area and bring breakfast in the meantime as I help the lady with her morning schedule. Do you know where the cooking area is?

"Yes, maybe it's okay"

"If you don't understand, speak to the servant on your side."

"Okay."

We get to the lady's room with that kind of interaction.

Mr. Merse knocks on the door.

"Ma'am, excuse me."

"Excuse me."

Mr. Merse opens the door without waiting for the lady to reply and goes inside.

I followed along slightly whimsically.

It tickles the nose with the sweet smell peculiar to women.

The room was dark.

The windows are drawn with thick curtains.

The lamp on the pillow is turned off and the only light source is the light entering through the open door.

Observe the room again.

The room is about two classrooms long and quite large.

Ornamental plants, carrots likely to be buried to the ankle, appearances, desks, tables, sofas, costume shelves, accessories made from stuffed animals and shining real jewels were worn. There is even more room in the back, complete with bathroom and kitchenette.

Looks like the Counts put money on it and built a room where they could really pull it off completely.

That's what ex-pulsors say - use it to correct my daughter... I don't have to think.

"Lady Chris, it's morning. Wake up."

Mr. Merse speaks to the lady buried in the duvet, in the center of the covered bed.

The golden hair spread onto the bed and the lady with the unusual face was freshly resting.

The faintly reddish cheeks look soft and I get the urge to stick with my fingers.

She looks so cute sleeping round like a kitten in a bed where three adults can afford to lie down.

"Lady, please wake up"

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Mr. Merse shakes his shoulder and finally wakes up.

But when my appearance enters my sight, I marvel with my tron eyes wide to the limit.

I immediately put the duvet back on.

The young lady, alert also turns an anxious gaze on the dew.

Mr. Merse introduced me to relax my vigilance.

"I'm a butler apprentice lute who will be your daughter's blood bag and caregiver from today on. Lute, say hello to the lady."

"Good morning, Miss Chris. I'm Lute, a deacon apprentice race who will be your daughter's blood bag and caregiver from today on. Later, get to know each other."

I'll say hello I learned from Mary last night.

Your right hand extends your fingertips to your left chest, and your left hand fists and turns to your hips, gently lowering your head.

This seems to be the way to formally greet the whole world.

The woman grabs the hem of her skirt with her left hand and is with the man except to lift it slightly.

The lady also used a mini blackboard yesterday - using magic tools.

"Boy, you don't have to be a caretaker because you're scared."

And the lady hid as well yesterday.

Thereafter, he doesn't show up when he speaks up.

Day one, morning...... I fail to communicate from the very beginning.

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Lady Chris didn't show up scared while I was in the room.

For that reason, I had no choice but to carry the breakfast to the front of the room and leave it to Mr Merse inside.

Me and Mr. Merse had a late breakfast in the servant's cafeteria as they cleaned up the lady's breakfast.

"It's impossible for Lute to remain in the Brad family unless you take the lady's vigilance first"

In bean soup, Mr. Merse affirms while eating bean salad, thickly chopped bacon.

But you've had a lot of unusual bean dishes since you came to the Demon Continent.

"I think so, too, but how do I actually lift the lady's guard?

"Right......"

Mr. Merse stops eating bean soup and thinks about it.

"... Lute, it's been a while, but I'm glad we could work together."

"It's too soon to give up!

"It's a joke."

Mr. Merse's joke is too true and doesn't sound like a joke.

She suggests stretching a spoon into a bean salad.

"Why don't you make some sweets?

"A treat?

Merce-san said - The demon race seems to love sweet treats.

The lady doesn't leak into the example either, she has no eyes for sweet treats.

It doesn't suit a small body at an afternoon tea party held in the lady's room and eats cakes well.

That's why Mr. Merse teaches you how to make it, so you can make sweets with Lute's hands and have the lady eat them.

Now that we can't make it to the afternoon tea party, it is advisable to make and serve jellies and cookies to the evening club (Yakai) that will be held after dinner (which will also take place in the lady's room).

In other words, the operation is to feed it, unwary it, and reduce the distance.

"I see that's a good idea. By the way... do you have jelly?

"Isn't it in the demon continent? This is a treat made from slime flour. There are fruits and the like inside a soft solid that's as clear as water."

You make it with slime...

"If you have jelly, do you also have pudding?

"Pudding? No, that's the first name you'll ever hear. What does that look like?

Mr. Merse tilts his little neck adorably.

Hmm, apparently there's no pudding in this world yet.

"It's a soft solid food that resembles jelly"

"That sounds like just the right treat for a nightclub. Can I make a lute of that pudding?

"It's okay. Because I used to make it."

"Then after breakfast, tell me what ingredients you need. I'll be ready in time for the night club."

"Thank you!

Thus began Operation Confectionery to unwind Miss Chris's vigilance.

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Leave the afternoon tea party to Merse, and I'll interrupt the cooking room to make pudding.

She asks the young lady to tell her to serve the pudding I made at the night club.

After that, whether or not the lady likes the taste of the pudding.

The ingredients for the pudding are eggs, milk, sugar - that's it.

Previous life, the age of living alone.

Occasionally I want to be elaborate on the dish and made it several times.

Eggs are peacock chicken eggs that I have looked after in an orphanage.

Milk taken from hairy cows.

Sugar was imported from the demonic continent.

This world is surprisingly full of spices and seasonings.

It took little effort to align the materials.

Thank you from the cooking side.

Start making pudding quickly.

Start by adding sugar and water to a small pan and sprinkle over medium heat.

There is nothing convenient about gas stoves, so adjust the heat reduction by putting in and out burning firewood.

Change the colour like black honey and, when thickened, move away from the fire and into a vessel made of ceramic.

Mix eggs, milk and sugar to make pudding solution.

Through the tea, pour pudding liquid into the ball. Place water in pan and place on fire until boiling.

Caramel sauce was placed in the bottom of the cup before carefully pouring in the pudding solution.

Later, put it in hot water and cover it with a lid for ten minutes.

Take it off the fire and wait another ten minutes.

Take out the cup and chill it in the fridge and you're done.

The refrigerator in this world is an old type of thing that cools ice at the top.

Cool carefully so that the smell of other ingredients does not shift by having the space cleared.

Ready.

All you have to do is wait until the night club.

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The habit of drinking tea before going to bed at night is called a 'night club' in the Continent of Demons.

Even if it is a meeting, it is not an exaggeration for the night, it is a serious thing, and the husbands come from time to time, but the basics seem to be only the ladies and the accompanying ones.

I brought handmade pudding for this evening's club.

The lady's room for the third time.

When the lady sees me, she wears a duvet again and hides in the shadow of her bed.

It's the way I expected it.

At first, I left it to Mr. Merse, and I was only going to ask her if she liked it or not. However, Mr Merse rejected the proposal.

It was forcefully argued that it would be better if I went into the room and directly appealed to her to make the pudding in order to reduce the distance from the lady.

'And if it's such a delicious treat, the lady will definitely love it. So be confident'

In serving it to the lady, Mr. Merse gave it a taste.

It was unusual for her not to change her expression much, and when she took a bite she was astonished by the deliciousness of the pudding which made her cheeks red.

I was so confident in Merse's reaction that I visited the lady's room for the third time.

"Ma'am, this is a treat I made myself named Pudding."

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The lady reacts to a treat with the name 'Pudding' that she has never heard of and only takes her eyes out of the duvet gap to see how it goes.

I move slowly so as not to frighten her, turning the cup upside down on the plate.

Waving his arm two or three times, the pudding fell on the plate and swayed full left and right.

A lady nails the move.

I felt a response.

The caramel sauce is slightly intertwined with the pudding solution, and it doesn't look good from me knowing the finished product, but the lady will have no problem because it is the first time she sees it.

"I made it out of eggs, milk and sugar. It's a treat. Eat with a spoon as soft as jelly"

Serve the plate with a wooden spoon and hand it to Mr. Merse.

Upon receiving it with cautious gestures, Mr. Merse offered it to the lady hiding in the shadow of the bed.

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But I don't show any signs that the lady will receive the plate.

I'm concerned, but my fear of the opposite sex still seems to prevail.

(Shit! Is' Operation Confectionery 'a failure!?

That's what I thought, Mr. Merse spoons the pudding, transporting it to the lady's mouth.

"Ma'am, 'ahem' please"

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I cruised forward the spoon I was offered, but the sound of the effect seemed to come with 'Ha Mu', and the lady mouths the pudding I was offered.

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The lady's too white skin turns red as the flowers bloom.

The eyes glistened as the stars blinked and the mouth blew happily.

Mr. Merse just offers a second bite.

"Lady, 'Ahem'"

Next time, mouth the spoon offered without hesitation.

I ate up the pudding on the plate as it was.

The young lady washes away the lingering sweetness in her mouth and exhales as she wraps her re-fried incense tea (Kaoricha) in a small palm.

To such a lady, I spoke in a calm tone to keep her from frightening me.

"Did the pudding I made fit the lady's mouth?

It's obvious from the finished plate and the look on your face.

As expected, the lady takes her hand off the cup of incense tea once and writes a letter on the mini blackboard.

"It was my first treat to eat and it was so delicious"

"May I bring you another treat I made for tomorrow's tea party and night club, if you will, my lady?

The lady hesitated only a little, but nodded her face out of the mini blackboard.

"I want pudding again tomorrow, thank you"

"Yes, sir."

I carefully bow my head as I gut pose in my heart.

The first time Operation Confectionery was a success!

Make sweets at this rate and let the lady open her heart. And be the lady's blood bag and caregiver and stay in the Brad family at all costs!

Even for my chastity!

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The following is for the record.

After the lady's room, Merry, the deacon, stopped her.

Your husband and wife seem to be calling for you.

With all due doubt, I went to their waiting room.

"Ha-ha-ha! That's really delicious. This' pudding 'treat! That means it was worth buying a lute!

"Oh, you haven't officially welcomed Lute home yet."

"Ha ha ha! It was, it was!

"You're already an accidental shopkeeper."

The reason why my husband and wife called me was so that we could bring the pudding that both the lady and we ate because we wanted to eat it ourselves - instructions.

The two of them eat the remaining two, which they have made extra, looking delicious as they collude.

A back-length Earl with rough muscles, dark skin and more than two metres was quite surreal eating pudding.

Your wife was picturesque as a troll......

But the pudding is something I haven't looked forward to eating in a long time, even tonight.

I can't even say no to 'why for me', I offered to cry.

Ugh... I thought I hadn't had pudding in a long time.

Thus I safely reduced my distance from the lady and finished day one.