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

"So long, young lady. You're leaving the room, right?

"... eh"

Speak to the lady caught in my left arm.

She shuddered like a small animal in outdoor clothing, but nodded at her temperament.

Lady Chris became caged because of the fig.

I got scared out there, and for about two years - I haven't been out of my room once.

But today, I was finally trying to get out of my room.

'Lute, if you're with your brother, I think you can get out of the room,' because the lady said.

The lady squeezes her hand as declared, leaves the room with me and walks slowly down the hallway.

The courtyard is over there.

I've been training here all the time lately.

The courtyard was awaited by her husband, wife, Gigi, and a maid of honor, Merse, who served.

My husband and his wife speak in a casual tone when they notice us.

"There you are, Chris. Today's treats are cookies. Eat a lot because you have a change."

"Ha-ha-ha! If you don't exercise properly after you eat, you're gonna get fat!

"If you are, you can't tell a girl how many daughters she will gain weight. And Chris is too thin, so I'd rather have a little meat on him."

My husband had already taken off his jacket and warmed himself up like shadow boxing.

Her wife is sitting in a chair under her sun umbrella drinking Ms. Merse's roasted incense tea.

Today's tea party is cookies.

Mr. Malcolm, your handmade custard cream is placed in a small pot.

Preferably, they apply custard cream to cookies and eat them.

I think I'm going to have heartburn.

Mr. Gigi held his eyes with one hand and was leaning over.

There is something somewhat scary about one lady being moved out of the room, even though her parents and Ms. Merse are as usual without changing their attitude.

When I let the lady sit in a different seat from her wife, I slowly let go of my hand.

"Then I will go, my lady. Regards, Observer"

'I'll do my best. Lute, take care of your brother. "

"Thank you"

I stand in front of my husband as he turns his shoulder.

This afternoon's combat training begins today.

I managed to complete the challenge of 'enduring twenty seconds in a simulated battle' with my husband.

Gigi's next assignment was to 'scratch your husband even if he is small. or stomping on a dance'.

The point is that from defense to defense, we trained to attack.

But this was harder than I imagined.

A blow to your husband will not scratch your skin for a millimeter, and any attack will not cause you to step on it.

The lady also came down to the courtyard to see the simulated battle on her side, feeling the limit to observe from the window and look for weaknesses.

Mr. Gigi thought - an operation to restore confidence to her by completing a goal with a lady and two tripods.

The effect has been enormous so far, and the lady has finally been able to go outside for the first time in about two years.

But not yet.

To make the operation a success, and to reward the lady's determination, I will definitely let my husband scratch or stomp today!

"Okay!

Slap your cheeks back into the mood.

"Ha ha ha ha! Today's lute is in the mood!

"Of course! Today is the day I will let my husband step on a dance!

"Uhm! Try your best! Then I'll have to keep my temper up! hahahahahahahahaha!

It is only now that we can afford it.

Last night, my lady and I had a secret idea.

I turned my gaze to the lady sitting in the chair.

…………

Nod to confirm with her.

"Well, then we'll have a simulated battle with your husband and Lute."

Ms. Gigi leaves her eyes held, lady, back to where her wife is and raises one arm.

... Come on, let's get back from the emotion.

"Don't be too temperamental, you."

"Good luck, Lute brother!

Support from the women.

Mr. Gigi waves his arms down with his eyes held down.

So come on, stop crying. It's too much tears even though you're strong.

"Then mock battle - get started!

Improving eye and foot capabilities with physical strengthening at the same time as signaling!

Move to the left to make a cut.

But my husband follows me as if I were a matching mirror - but so far, as planned!

I believed my husband would follow me with an absolute super reaction, as soon as my second leg got to the ground - this time flying to the right.

My husband was dropping his center of gravity forward and striking down his right arm, so he can't come about me moving right to the other side and gets one-tempered.

It circles in from the right side in the meantime.

"Huh!"

My husband comes out with a back fist waving his left arm.

I kneel and dodge.

Low, go around behind your back like crawling low on the ground.

My husband looked back impatiently and defenselessly.

This is as planned too - the other person is confident in his toughness. So low awareness of defense.

That's the gap that goes in!

I concentrate my magic on both legs, as per the meeting!

At the same time my husband looks back, he jumps up all over his body and grips his right hand fist painfully.

One chance at a time.

"So hey ah!

As per the lady's meeting, her right fist captures her husband's jaw!

Of course, he gathered magic in his right hand and formed a small resistance to protect his fists.

My taller husband couldn't spot me as soon as he turned around, bowing low. Thanks to this, my vigilance was further diminished and I was able to put my fist against my jaw.

My husband has more than a head, too. If he gets punched through the tip of his jaw, his brain should shake and kneel.

It is more than an organism, it is inevitable.

The problem is - my husband was tougher than I imagined.

"Huh?"

My fists went in so beautifully that there was no more. Nonetheless, no change except a blood vessel floated around your husband's neck. My jaw didn't move up a millimeter.

"Hmm!"

"What!?

My husband flashed his arms so he could pay for the worm.

Opposite the seat where his wife and ladies would sit, I flew, clashed against the wall, destroyed and finally stopped.

Of course consciousness blacks out there.

My husband failed me miserably today.

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"Isn't your husband too strong to accomplish this special training? and I recently started to think,"

'I agree. While my own father, it's too out of standard'

Have a reflection today at the regular night club.

Recently, in the hope of the young lady, I was the only one to serve her.

That's right, Mr. Merse is on his way in the morning.

"Did the lady ever notice you watching up close?

'Yes, some. The best thing you can do is find out about your father's terrible attacks. "

"Don't you like it?

Erase the letters on the mini blackboard and write new.

'Lute, there's a height difference with your brother, so you're giving in when you attack. At that time, I really need to do something about it. The center of gravity is leaning slightly too far forward. If you poke that gap. Or -'

Sure, you could poke that slight gap and throw it away, and if you tap it to the ground, it could be enough to clog your breath.

…………

Imagine two silent with the lady.

No. I really don't want to be in the sight of that.

Apparently the lady had the same idea, smiling face to face with each other.

This attack has no effect. Yet the opponent has the power to disable this one with a single blow. Plus the toughness comes with origami - it's a good place to get stuck.

"If you have AK47 or something, if you shoot all the bullets at zero range, you can put them on if you want to plunder and scratch..."

"AK47?

My thoughts came out of my mouth.

The lady tilts her neck adorably and shows her a mini blackboard.

Think about it a little bit, but you won't have a problem talking about it. Anyway, it's not here, and it's not like I can make it. Because there's nothing to hide now.

"AK47 is a magic tool that kills an opponent by flying small pieces of metal over long distances in rupture magic."

'I've never heard of such a magic tool. Medium, that's an interesting magic tool. I'd like to see it for once.'

"Is the lady interested in magic tools?

The lady leaned down uncomfortably.

"Me, I don't have any talent as a mage, so there was a time when I wanted to get a little bit of magic related work and I was studying a lot..."

That's why I got interested in a new type of magic tool called AK47, the butt-slumped, smaller letter told me.

The atmosphere in the room darkens.

The lady just drank the last incense tea (Kaoricha).

"... Master Barney and Master Muir will be here tomorrow. That's all for today's reflection, and I was wondering if I should take the day off."

'Right. I have an important story to tell tomorrow, so I'm going to bed now'

The lady smiled and showed a mini blackboard to brighten the air.

I also exchange words in the brightest possible tone to match her attitude.

Help the lady get ready for bed.

She goes into bed and turns off the lamp.

"Good night then, my lady."

The room is dark and the blackboard is invisible.

Instead, the lady has waved small.

I smile and thank her, leaving her private room behind.

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The next day, the afternoon tea party was held in the lady's own room.

Bernie Bloomfield, a three-eyed man, in the room.

The Lamia (snake in the lower body), two of Muir Head's childhood friends sat down.

Besides me, Mr. Merse is in charge.

The absence of Karen Bishop of the Centaur tribe at today's gathering is not something we're keeping out of the way.

The Lamian muir cuts out a cup of incense tea.

"So it's time for Karen's birthday party."

Until the age of fifteen, the Demonic Race has a habit of celebrating its birthday like Japan did in its previous life.

Today's gathering was a meeting to throw Karen's surprise birthday party.

That's why two others, except her, gathered in the lady's room.

Bernie, a three-eyed man, breaks his finger.

"Is it about birthday gifts, birthday venues, cooking and decorating that you decide?

"Well, maybe that's the place. I'll let the venue use this private room, okay?

Lady Chris presents the mini blackboard forcefully to Muir's inquiry.

'Then let's use the big hall of the house. I will prepare all the decorations and dishes over here.'

"So, but in the Great Hall..."

Barney, a three-eyed family, clouds his expression.

The lady smiled sadly.

'I'm sorry for taking so long to worry. It's okay now that I can get out of your room.'

"Oh, yeah! Good! Good for you, Chris!

I hear the lady and the wavelength match. Barney joys together his hands.

Meanwhile, the somewhat adult Muir stares at me with his red tongue tying out.

I smiled as if I understood something.

"I see... I knew there was only one reason for a girl to change."

The language content is somewhat understandable, but not at all.

There is also a lot of mistake.

I also wanted to solve the misunderstanding in the honor of the lady, but there's no way a servant would open his mouth on his own without permission.

Muir doesn't say it's all a prospect, but she smiles with a soot face.

So you're mistaken!

"Then don't hesitate to use the hall of Mr. Chris' house. I'll prepare the dishes here. Because I'm sorry to push it all."

"Yes, yes! If you bring it from the two houses, it won't be long!

'Well, let's bring it over at the three houses. That'll take a third of the effort. "

Put forward a proposal in which the lady takes everyone's views into account.

The other two immediately voiced their endorsement.

"Next you have a present. As you bring it in on the day, just decide what to give each to avoid wearing, and the direction. By the way, I'll get you some pretty clothes for Karen."

"Because Muir is already mean. Absolutely, Karen, I'll flutter with a bright red face." I don't look good in these flirty clothes for myself! Harassment! '"

'I'm sure I'm going to say it'

A lady laughs bitterly at Bernie's monomane.

"I'm going to send a safe deposit box. Where's Chris?

"I haven't decided yet..."

"I still have time for my birthday next week, and you should take your time deciding"

"Right. If you look for anything other than clothes and safe deposit boxes, you don't have to worry about wearing them."

Hiraki, and the Lamian Muir look at me.

"If we can get out of the room, why don't we go out to the city to find a birthday present? I think you'll find something better to look around at than think of one person in the room."

"Is it a city......"

I only left the room once.

Exactly. Suddenly I think the city is overdoing it.

But the lady clenched her fist with 'Guh',

'Right. I'll go out and look for you, too, Karen.'

"Yeah, yeah, I like that."

"Good luck, Chris!

The lady is encouraged by the other two and is totally concerned about it.

If Ms Gigi finds out that the lady is going shopping in the city, she'll keep her hands off her face for at least three hours.

With that in mind, the lady looks up to me.

I've been giving away mini blackboards with a nasty and shy look.

'So I want you to come with my lute brother to the city... okay?

"Of course, ma'am. If it's okay with you, make sure you let me carry your stuff."

Barney was just purely happy to let go of the way his friends were getting back on their feet. Meanwhile, Muir turns a profound eye.

So I just answered with my gaze that there was nothing she could imagine.