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

Day three, morning.

Get out of bed and change into butler clothes.

(They say humans get used to any situation... but you do get used to imitating deacons these days. Chris, I'm simply glad your lady's happy for you.)

Of course, the environment is good.

Husbands and wives, as husbands, are easy and easy to talk to.

Mary, the deacon, still keeps her distance from me, but it doesn't mean she's going to get in the way of girly cartoons like 'being mean to kick me out'. I'm just watching.

The chief of security, Gigi, and the maid chief, Merse, have been cooperative in reducing the distance from the lady and have been well taken care of in the last two days alone.

Had it not been for the two of us, the lady would still have scared me.

(One day I'll have to thank you both when I settle down)

I write on my mind's note and check for disturbances in my dressed butler's clothes.

I greet Mr Merse, who was already waiting when he opened his own door.

"Good Morning"

"Good morning, Lute. Let's wake up the lady."

Today is the third day of our commitment. I need to get in the mood.

And the day at the Brad's begins.

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Enter the lady's private room.

Yesterday, she was still asleep because I was letting her talk to me late.

A bed with a canopy where three adults can afford to sleep.

The lady closes her eyelids and shakes her long eyelashes.

The cheeks have a pearlescent color and the lips are red and hydrated like roses.

The long blonde hair that spreads on the pillow is divine enough to illuminate with a gay princess.

Yet you can't play with your sleeping face, so much so that you want to decorate the museum with the title "Angel Sleeping Face".

I wanted to have a few more views, but Mr. Merse is going to wake me up.

"Miss Chris, wake up, it's morning."

Mr. Merse speaks to me and strips me of my futon.

The lady is adorable as a cat all round in the cold.

But Mr. Merse pursues relentlessly.

"Ma'am, please wake up. Today is the day you have friends. Sleeping too late will keep you all waiting, okay?

A lady reacts to this word and wakes up her body with a norm.

The eye lid is only half open and looks obviously sleepy.

"Good morning, lady."

"Good morning."

I hear the lady is still asleep. There's something wrong with the mini blackboard lettering.

Yesterday, even though she's falling asleep, it's not like yesterday. Even if I'm close, she won't be afraid anymore.

To a great achievement, I pose as a gut in the chest.

The lady writes more letters with sleepy eyes.

"Karen and the others are coming to the tea party this afternoon, so could you make the crepe cake we had yesterday?

"I don't mind, but who are you, Karen?

"It's a childhood friend of a lady. We're all three women, the same age as a lady."

Mr Merse explains it to me.

I see. What is the childhood friend of a young lady close to her age?

Plus the lady writes letters on the mini blackboard.

'Mr. Lute must also attend the tea party. The last story I heard last night was the most enjoyable, so I want everyone to hear it.'

"Yesterday's...... oh, that's BAOTH"

"It's Bass."

Looks like fun. The lady writes letters on the mini blackboard.

He told a popular story and a forethought in my hometown, replacing trains, guns, cars, radars, etc. with objects from this world appropriately, but they were still interesting enough.

I've never seen a lady so entertaining.

Apparently, Giori works in different worlds.

Seriously, that's awesome.

I open thick curtains like a dark screen in good shape and let the lady in the light.

Of course the lady realizes her intentions, writing letters with pleasure and then holding her eyes.

"Eyes. Eyes."

"Exactly, ma'am"

I was reincarnated into another world for eleven years.

I myself, for the first time in a long time, enjoyed exchanging geek communications.

For a while, me and the lady hold their eyes and laugh at each other.

Seeing that appearance, Mr. Merse was solidified with a surprised look.

I was capturing him at the edge of my sight, but I just opened the curtain. I didn't know what it meant to be so surprised, and for now, I leave him alone and smile at the lady.

"Now, while we're at the tea party this afternoon, let me tell you a story, my friend."

When she hears my response, the lady smiles with pleasure.

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We'll have a late breakfast when we take care of the lady.

As soon as she finished eating, I headed to the kitchen.

Arrange ingredients in the corners of the kitchen that are now reserved for me.

At the tea party this afternoon, the lady wants the 'Mill Crepe' she ate yesterday.

I hear my childhood friend asks, and I get in the mood to make 'Mill Crepe'.

Yesterday I brushed the red straw caught between the crepes, this time crushing it and mixing it in the crepe dough.

The fabric stained pink.

Ask Malcolm, a sweetheart of the Lizard tribe who serves as the head chef, to light a fire. He's not a magician, but he seems to be able to use it if he's a magician specializing in simple cooking.

Fire reduction shall be adjusted with the entry and exit of burning firewood.

Worried about the kid's ole, some of the maids offered to help but said no softly.

You're too busy preparing to entertain your daughter's friends to let her take care of me.

I'm going to make crepes just like I did yesterday.

When all of the crepe fabric is used up, it is temporarily left to remove heat.

In the meantime, I finished making the custard cream quickly and left this one for now to take the heat.

Remove some fruit, not just red pickles from the fridge.

I cut them thinly and finished preparing the fruit to sandwich between them.

Later, apply even the custard cream to the crepe and repeat the task of putting the fruit on and layering the crepe further.

When you run out of dough, ask the chef, Malcolm, to cut 'Mill Crepe' into heart-shaped pieces.

Finally, Mr. Malcolm decorates it with the remaining custard cream & fruit from "Mill Crepe".

"Heart-shaped Seasonal Fruit, Mill Crepe" is complete!

I don't know what to say to myself because of the pink dough, but it was so cute that I didn't have to eat it. Thank you, Mr. Malcolm, for decorating me.

Since the lady's friend is only a woman, you should take this.

I thanked Malcolm and went on to make another new treat.

Place a deep pan on top of the pan and pour in the oil -

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The lady's friends arrive.

They exchanged brief greetings with their husband and wife, after which they were sent to the lady's private room.

Originally, when inviting customers to tea parties, they use gardens, terraces, halls, etc.

However, because the young lady is unable to leave the room from the trauma of the fig, there is a tea party in her room, although it is not common.

My friends know what's going on, and this isn't my first day.

Get a smooth escort without frowning.

A lady greeted everyone in her room.

I'm dressed in private clothes instead of my usual pyjamas just for the tea party where I call my guests. A light blue piece is so adorable with golden hair and white, clear skin.

The thick dark curtains remain pulled.

The interior is brightly illuminated by the power of magic.

As a caregiver for the Tea Party, I joined Merse.

A friend's gaze pierces an unfamiliar racial child.

"It's a first, deacon apprentice race, Lute. Later, get to know each other."

Say hello with your right hand on your chest and your left hand on your hips.

The lady introduces me to three childhood friends.

Bernie Bloomfield, a three-eyed family.

He looked like a regular semi-long cute person, but he also had eyes on his forehead. That's why they call it a three-eyed family.

The house runs a money changer.

That's why I pride myself on calculating my money very quickly.

"I'm surprised Chris hired a boy as a butler, even though he's racial."

Next up is Muir Head, a Lamian tribe whose lower body is a snake and upper body is a person.

"That's not good, he seems nice and he seems like a good guy. The Count still has eyes for people."

She shared her thoughts with Nonbiri as she gave out her tyrothiro and red snake tongue.

Apparently Muir's home owns a mine.

The lower body remained a snake and the upper body was sleeved through kimono-like clothing. Her breasts are big, and she looks so colorful that she doesn't think she's the same age as the lady.

These two were friendly, but the last one looks grumpy.

Karen Bishop of the Centaur tribe.

The lower body is a horse and the upper body is a woman.

I also had long ponytails about whether my hair was caught in the clan name.

He does not sit in a chair, folding his legs so that he is seated in the front seat.

"I'm not going to talk about hiring another house, but if I give Chris evil money, I'm not going to put it away for free."

He threatens me with Dos' questioned voice.

The tone is like a samurai.

Apparently, my parents manufacture and sell big weapons and protective equipment. He also does things like mercenaries in the clan, and for that reason he seems to have such a tone because of his commitment to martial arts from an early age.

A lady follows Karen.

'Mr. Lute is a good man. He's a good sweet maker, and he asked me to make it for today's tea party. "

Following the lady's dialogue, I arrange "Seasonal Fruit Heart Shaped, Mille Crepe" and "Potato Chips (Ursu Salty)" made today on the table.

"Wow, she's cute," Barney, a three-eyed man, gives a feminine voice.

"Hmm, that doesn't look bad. Looks like it," said the Centaur tribe, Karen Bishop.

"Not at all. Karen... But it's a really cute looking cake, isn't it? But this one... a bean potato," the Lamia clan, Muir tilted his neck.

"Exactly. It's a treat by the name of 'potato chips'. Slice the bean potatoes thinly, fry in oil, and the salt is shaken. It's not sweet, but it tastes like habit."

The bean potatoes were almost with the previous life's potatoes in appearance.

I tried to make it but it was properly potato chips.

The flavor is tattooed by Malcolm, the head chef who tasted it.

A friend of the lady's is coming, so she developed a new menu in the mood.

Quickly, the lady reaches for the new menu 'Potato Chips'.

"It's crispy and delicious"

Wipe your fingertips with a handkerchief and then write the letters happily on the mini blackboard.

The other three also reach out and mouth-wateringly say that each is delicious.

In the meantime, Mr. Merse can fry all of the incense tea (Kaoricha).

He had further cut the heart-shaped mill crepe and finished handing it out to the ladies.

The handiwork is vivid, and it is no exaggeration to say that it is a kind of art.

"This' Poached Tofu 'is delicious too, but the cake is delicious too."

"Sweet and soggy repetition won't stop you."

Barney with three eyes screams delightfully and eats cake, potato chips alternately.

"Bani is right," the lady manages, too.

"... Kuh"

Karen said, 'I regret it, but I'll eat it!' With the expression, he was eating sweets.

(I wish I ate more normally......)

The Lamian Muir sends a colorful gaze to me, eager for incense tea (Kaoricha).

"Did you call me Mr. Lute? I envy Mr. Chris. I can't believe you could eat such delicious food. If I could, I'd like to pull Mr. Lute out of the house."

'Even Muir can't do it. Mr. Lute is the butler of the house. "

"hehe, that's too bad"

A lady runs her fingers further on the mini blackboard.

"Mr. Lute is not only good at cooking, he's also good at talking. Yesterday, for the first time, he told me a fun story. I recommend you to Bani. '

"Chris, if you recommend it, I'm sure. The book you lent me before was very interesting."

The three-eyed Bernie seems to be a book-loving companion with the lady.

But there was someone to water those two.

"Isn't Chris and Bani's recommendation that brave men only save the princess? If you want to talk, I'd rather jump."

"You can't even tell Karen about people. Most of the books Karen reads aren't all about the hero Tan."

The muir is lightweight.

A lady writes letters on a mini blackboard.

"So does Mr. Lute know the story of the hero Tan that Karen is likely to like?

To the lady's question, I think.

You're going to love the story of Karen the samurai girl......

(Then this is perfect)

I cough to get the ladies' attention.

And it's a famous story often told in my country, he went on with the foreword.

"Now let me tell you one story as I cross paths. The title is -" Loyalty. "

Of course, they replaced it with this otherworldly position, weapons, tools, etc. to make it easy for them to imagine.

"Excellent! The acorns are just the mirrors of loyalty!

When Karen, a samurai woman, finishes listening to "Loyalty," she bursts into tears and is moved.

Especially at the end, the eyes are decimated in a scene where the built-in Oishi assistants self-determination.

Keep crying with no eyes.

Exactly. The ladies were also slightly drawn to Karen's cry.

Karen wipes her tears with a handkerchief and gives Lute a head up.

"Thanks for letting me hear a great story. I beg your pardon for my disrespect. I was worried about having a man on Chris' side, and I got tough. There's no way a lute can be a bad guy to tell a delicious treat or a great story like this!

(Too chocolate to talk to you about sweets!) Don't just say that, but smile and reply.

"I don't care, so Master Cullen doesn't care"

Karen regains a bright look in my response.

After that, the women's talk continued until evening.

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After your friend gets home, dinner.

After eating, the lady dived into the futon without holding a night club.

"I'm sleepy because I was up late yesterday, so I'm going to bed now"

I guess I got tired of making noise due to lack of sleep & bickering with my childhood friends.

But let me sleep like this. Tomorrow, I'll be returned to the Lano Slavery!

"Ma'am, I apologize for taking the day off. Actually, I have one favor for the lady..."

'Please? Say whatever I can. "

The lady runs her fingers to the mini blackboard and smiles favorably.

I think my distance with the lady has greatly diminished in the last three days.

But if they refuse, my stomach hurts so tightly just thinking...

I asked the young lady to keep her voice down when she was about to tremble.

"... for the first time I took care of your daughter. Day three. Today is the due date. So... as a blood bag, I want the lady to breathe blood."

A lady tries to write a letter on a mini blackboard, but stops that finger.

…………

The lady sees me. Straighten up.

To the color of its eyes, the heart sounds bouncing.

In the eyes of a moist Chris lady, I'm about to get sucked in.

"... Mr. Lute, come here"

The lady writes letters on the blackboard. He then wakes up his torso and invites him to sit on the bed.

I go near her, inviting her.

The lady's exhale is felt right around the corner.

'This is my first time too, so I don't know if I can do it well...'

Your daughter's lips open small.

"It's mundane, thank you."

She wraps my fingers around that little palm.

They're supposed to suck blood out of their arms and neck muscles, but I guess they're going to suck it out of their fingers.

With her little hands, the lady grabs my right hand and adds her index finger as' ham '.

Warm mouth.

My tongue, like another creature, licks my index finger to caress it.

Looks like he's looking for a blood-sucking spot.

The lady's dog teeth tear her skin.

No saliva, no other factors or pain.

fingers off the lady's lips.

A glowing thread of saliva arises between the lips and fingers and is extended.

I get stretched off on the way.

Strangely, there was no wound on my fingertips.

There are just red marks like a bug bite.

The lady uplifts her cheeks like she swallowed alcohol, moisturizing her tron and eyes.

She writes letters on the mini blackboard, fluttering like a drunk.

"I've never had a drink before, but Mr. Lute's blood, it was delicious"

"I'm glad you like it, and I'm glad to have it."

Mr. Merse gave me a handkerchief and wiped the lady's saliva off her finger.

Turn your back to leave your room in a courtesy, and they'll pull your hem.

Looking back, the lady writes letters on the mini blackboard with her intoxicated eyes in shame.

'Thanks to Mr. Lute, I had a great time with everyone today. Thank you for always sharing delicious treats and fun stories'

The young lady comes to thank me as she flirts.

Naturally cheeks relaxed to me for its cuteness and bullying.

"Even though I'm an apprentice, I'm your daughter's butler, so I did what I deserved."

When I reply with a smile, the lady smiles back as well.

Happy, warm air fills the room.

I felt something emotional about the attitude that had changed since I hit the first day I started my daughter's butler.

"Well, then, lady, let's not rest again"

"Good night, Mr. Lute, Mr. Merse."

Me and Mr. Merse greet each other and gently close their doors.

Going out into the hallway, Mr. Mary was waiting.

"... Looks like your lady's off, Mae"

I accept our silence.

"So you were able to play the role of a blood bag, Mae?

Yes, thanks to you.

Mary nods a few times in silence at the answer.

Well, where I fooled you, you can tell by checking with the lady tomorrow.

There is no point in lying.

"Merse, lute. Your husband and wife are waiting for you. Come with me, Mae."

Me and Mr. Merse followed his words and followed him.

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Sir, your wife will arrive in the waiting room.

When I went inside, I waited until Mr. Gigi, the chief of security.

When everyone is aligned, Mary proceeds with the moderator.

"Sir, ma'am, I'm sorry to bother you. I've got three days of exam results, so I'll report you, Mae."

"Three days of exams? Could that have happened?

"Ha ha, there you go. That's the result of the new magic lamp that came out next time, right? If the performance is better than last time, you should buy as much as you need! Hahahahahahahahaha!

"No, you don't. It's about whether or not to leave Lute at the Brad's as your daughter's caregiver and blood bag, Mae."

Sir, I make a face that both your wives forgot.

These two really...

In Mary's advance, the two recall the terms they put out.

Mary continued the conversation.

"The condition my husband was given was - 'If the lady doesn't suck blood as a blood bag within three days, I'll return it to the slavery'. Lute accomplished it brilliantly, Mae. but......"

And, Mary separates a word.

Whoa. Are you sending me back to the slave house, even though the conditions are met, under the authority of the Deacon!?

But it wasn't what I expected.

"I was going to advise that even if Lute didn't get sucked of blood, I should stay. According to Merse's report - the more a lady scared of men laughs and talks, the more successful she has been in letting the light shine and laugh at the lady scared of the sunlight that leads her further out. It would be a loss for both the lady and the Brad family to let go of talent that is achieving so much, Mae."

Mary, no, Mary bows her head deeply as she turns back to me.

"I apologize for saying that the first day should be returned to the slave house, etc., which is terrible. I want you to forgive me for rambling, Mae."

"Yes, no! Because if you're in Mr. Mary's shoes, it's not strange to disagree! I don't have it in my roots!

"I'd appreciate it if you could say that, Mae."

My husband watched us interact like that - and laughed luxuriously.

"Ha-ha-ha! Right, right! Is Lute getting along so well with Chris! Hmm. So it's about meeting the conditions, and let's welcome Lute into our Brad family!

"Nice to meet you, Lute. All the treats Lute makes are delicious, so I'm looking forward to it."

"Ha, ha, ha! Sure! Just the treats Lute makes are worth leaving behind! hahahahahahaha!

"Thank you! Sir, ma'am!

My husband and wife laughed and received my thanks.

Apparently, I'm safe, and I can stay at the Brad's.

Mr. Mary turns from a gentle look to a tight one.

"From now on, then, Lute will be asked to work as a butler and blood bag dedicated to the lady. I will guide you strictly so you can be worthy of the Butler of the Brad family, Mae."

"Yes, Mr. Mary! Best of luck and you'll be a fine butler!

The next day, I get just a little blood from the lady and press the official contract stamp from above the provisional contract stamp.

Now I am a full member of the Brad family as a dedicated apprentice butler and blood bag for the lady.