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

Lute, 13.

It's been months since I took care of you at the mansion of Maya Dragoon, a magic tool developer in the Dragon People's Continent.

Instead of taking care of my clothing and accommodation - I made Maya my apprentice, as requested.

I was to teach her to make guns when I became a disciple, but of course I conditioned her.

Not spreading it on your own, not abusing it, following my instructions if anything else goes wrong - that's three points.

Maya has assured this condition with clear eyes: 'If anything breaks this condition, I will bite your tongue off in front of Master Lute and let him die'.

Damn this kid, he's too scared.

With clear eyes, I didn't even think I was going to swear my sincere self harm.

But on the contrary, Maya would hardly betray me.

But no matter how many genius magic tool developers he was held up with, it seemed difficult to produce.

First of all, I can't make parts out of magic liquid metal.

If you pour magic into it, it's supposed to harden, but the metal plates you can make are strong on the right, and terribly brittle on the left - what a terribly unbalanced object you can only do.

Inconsistent shape, incomplete thickness and strength.

Is the image power too low or a different problem......

I also let them do ammunition (cartridges), but they can't imagine smokeless gunpowder first.

It's not like you can just pack rupture magic in ammunition (cartridges).

But to Maya, who has never seen or heard of smokeless gunpowder or anything like that, imagine converting magic into ammunition (cartridges) - that was the first mistake.

In the meantime, I decided to teach her the difference between revolvers and assault guns (assault rifles) ammunition (cartridges), the meaning of rifling, and metal strength issues etc used for handguns - first and foremost basic gun knowledge.

During the lecture, simultaneously and in parallel, Miss Chris will be coached on the control of magic.

Your daughter's magic is as good as mine.

Then if you learn to control magic, you can be about me.

It took me about thirty days to remember this control technique, except for the research period.

The lady also acquired skill in more or less that number of days.

Noon.

Dragon races eat morning, noon, and evening.

If you go into town, follow the town - the lady and I ate three good meals.

In the afternoon, build your daughter's strength and train her battles.

The lady dresses in a ruffled fit, ties her long hair and prepares for gymnastics.

At first, run around the outer perimeter of the Mayer Mansion.

Running for strength.

The lady has no strength because she was in a cage.

For this reason, he was first trained to apply basic health.

When you're done running, practice your body surgery and swordsmanship.

Physical surgery even carries out simulated combat with me.

Swordsmanship makes me hold a wooden knife and swing barely, making a meeting with me.

This practice menu is just like Gigi taught me.

(Mr. Gigi wondered why he betrayed the Count Brad family that he loved so much...)

No matter how much you think, if you don't ask the person, there's no way you know the answer.

We also need to empower ourselves to do so and return to the Demon Continent.

At night, the lady takes a bath and falls asleep right after dinner from the peak of tiredness.

I encourage Maya and I to make sniper rifles in the workshop.

The rifle to be made is - Remington, M700P.

I intend to produce it on the basis of M700P to be exact.

First of all, what is a sniper rifle?

Until around World War I, infantry units were spreading from hundreds to 1,000 metres away into the sidelines for shooting with bolt-action rifles (what is bolt-action - a method of manually operating a bolt (a cylindrical part located behind a pharmacy) with a handle and single-loading and firing a bullet). However, the infantry formation (which can only be loaded with a single shot) was easily shot down by the advent of a machine gun (machine gun).

If the infantry attacks the position where the machine gun (machine gun) is positioned as before, it can create a pile of dead people. So while raiding at night and digging trenches, I often brought them into melee and riot warfare. But in a bolt action rifle, enemy soldiers attack you while you back and forth the bolt every time you shoot them.

As a result, infantry guns are required to be faster at close range than to shoot at close range.

Short machine guns (submachine guns) (small machine guns using pistol rounds) and assault guns (assault rifles) were then developed, and tactics to expose many bullets to opponents in a short time became more prevalent on the battlefield.

However, long range and precision shooting firearms are now required to force the elimination of those who are at a distance (enemy commanders, those in charge of communications or shooting machine guns, etc.).

The bolt-action rifle met new demands and was improved with the necessary elements for precision shooting.

This is how the Sniper Rifle was born.

But even if you say 'sniper rifle' in one bite, the applications required differ depending on the military, hunting, shooting competition and the target and the circumstances in which it is used.

For example, for hunting - a lighter bolt-action rifle is called a 'mountain rifle'.

"Mountain Rifle" means "a gun that has a long range, has a relatively light weight on the gun body, and is capable of hunting big men".

When lightweight shoots a strong bullet, recoil is intensely applied.

However, the emphasis was placed on walking around the mountain with a gun heavier than the recoil, making it lighter.

For shooting competitions - Competitive rifles do not have a magazine, they are uniquely shaped because they are specific for competition, and are not built with the idea of carrying them.

For this reason, sniper guns for shooting competitions are not practical, even if they have hit accuracy.

There are no examples of competitive rifles being used as sniper guns.

And for military use - the "sniper rifle" used by the military and police has a shape that is thought to be carried, and since it also has its own weight there, it is not as reactionary as a mountain rifle, but a powerful and balanced gun. Generally speaking, it could be called a 'sniper rifle' for military and police use.

This time, the rifle I'm trying to make is also a sniper gun classified for military and police use.

Incidentally, automated (automatic) rifles may be chosen that are less precise than bolt-action rifles in the military and elsewhere.

The reason for this is that the bolt action can only be fired once, but if it is automatic (automatic), it can be fired two shots and three shots, so the immediate stress is high (for example, even if there are more than one terrorists, they can handle it).

However, the automatic type (automatic) is automatically reloaded immediately after the bullet is fired. At that time, the vibration of the moving parts inside affects the projectile, causing the hit accuracy to be lower than the bolt-action rifle.

Because they produce AK47, they also had the option of making a semi-automatic sniper rifle, SVD (Dragnov sniper gun), which was formerly adopted by Soviet forces.

Dragnov's engine section is based on AK47. Even including the scope, it weighs 4,3 kg and is light for automatic.

H&K's automatic (automatic) rifle called PSG-1 has as many as 8,1 km.

But this time, when rescuing your husband or wife, one or both of them could be held hostage.

In that case, the husband would be able to escape on his own if only the wife was sure to help.

So I sought a sniper rifle with high hitting accuracy of 2cm or less allowable error at 100m and 6cm or less allowable error at 300m, based on M700P.

The M700P is a high-performance sniper rifle developed for police and military special forces based on the hunting rifle M700 from American firearms manufacturer Remington. This M700P has a long barrel length and a very high hit rate. It is a bolt-action rifle used for police special forces, hostage rescue operations, etc. where a reliable first bullet hit is required.

The specs are as follows:

Caliber: 7.62 mm x 51 NATO Ammo

Overall length: 1662 mm

Barrel length: 660 mm

Ammo Loaded: 5 shots "Inner Box Magazine"

This sniper rifle is the most suitable for this purpose.

I'll start by making a core stick to carve the rifling.

Sniper rifle production requires more precision than AK47.

All work must be carried out with caution.

Concentration is important.

"... you're getting a little tired. Let's keep it around here today."

And after a few hours of work, finish in a well-cut place and return late at night to the assigned private room.

He fell into bed and fell asleep as soon as he closed the eye lid.

Now this is how I spent the day.

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Afternoon, physical training time.

In the courtyard, I was in a mock fight with my daughter.

The lady is a rough fit, tying her long blonde hair up and beating her with all her might.

While of course assisting the body with physical enhancement.

I dodged lightly in the circling around the lady's right straight to the side.

Stop with the left jab and kick in the right side kick.

"Huh!?

The lady guards the kick where it's at stake.

But lose momentum and roll down the ground.

"Ma'am, the attack is cluttered. I need to assemble my moves in anticipation of my opponent's next move. If you just beat each other up, even kids can do it. Come on, stand up."

The lady does not attempt to move roughly and breathlessly, with her hands on the ground.

I didn't mind cursing her.

"How long have you been heba like you fucked me at all? Be decent! You bug!

The lady leaves her rough breath and looks remorseful.

"The lady is the lowest creature in this world. The lady is not a demon race. It's only worth it for collecting amphibian shit! What's the matter! Show me your guts if you regret it!

The lady stood up and stood, eating her teeth away.

"Well stood! Good guts. I'll siggo you for the reward. Wild drool till you die, Sigo. I'll do it! I'll take you down shigoku till you drink milk in your ass hole!

"Here, uh!

Looking back in anger, Karen Bishop of the Centaur tribe, one of the lady's childhood friends, was angry.

A maid stands behind Karen and keeps a large travel bag in her hand that looks like her stuff.

Karen pissed off her shoulder and walked over to me rocking her ponytail.

"Lute! What a way to talk to Chris when you're a servant! I don't know the meaning of words often, but you definitely mean jealous!

"!? Good to see you, Master Karen! Safe, I got a letter..."

When I am delighted with Karen's appearance, Maya, the Lord here, rises blue and rages and blocks the dialogue.

"How disrespectful! I can't believe you're such a mouthful to Master Lute, the great genius who transcends genius in the midst of the demonic race! Guards, what are you doing? Knock this disrespecter out now! Why is there such a thing in the mansion!

"Easy, Maya. She is the daughter's friend, Karen Bishop of the Centaur tribe. You told me before you sent me a letter to see what was going on over there.

"... were you a friend of Mr. Chris's? I thought he was cute and cute. Nice to meet you, Mr. Karen. My name is Maya Dragoon and I am Lute's best disciple. Think of it as home and relax."

"Nice to meet you."

Maya behaves as friendly as people have changed when I scold her.

Karen was also surprised at the change in her attitude and her voice rubbed up.

Karen coughs and again, turns to me.

"How dare you speak to Chris, the Lord, despite his horns and fleeing?"

"No, that's part of the training"

"Of training?

"The lady is convinced, too. It's an army-style sparta. Otherwise, you won't talk like that. Hey, lady?

"Yes, Lute, your brother is right."

The lady writes a letter on the mini blackboard and shows it to Karen.

'Karen, thank you for taking the time to come. It's been a long time since I've seen you.'

"That's the dialogue over here. I was really surprised when you got a letter to me after I heard you were missing. The name doesn't sound familiar, but when I opened it, it was written in a familiar Chris letter."

Karen walks over to the lady and hugs her.

"I'm so glad you're okay... I was worried about Vani and Muir, not just me, when I heard Chris dazzled his whereabouts"

The two embrace each other as if they were sisters and rejoice in their safety.

We asked Maya to write to Karen some time ago.

I really wanted to send it to the other two, but I could not help noticeably if the letter arrived at the same time to three of the lady's best friends and they all acted in unison.

As a result of the discussion, it was decided to send a letter only to Karen, who is familiar with military relations.

Her parents run a big weapons and protective equipment store.

It wasn't just for sale, it was actually made as well.

Karen's parents held mercenaries privately and handed them weapons & protective equipment to dispatch them everywhere. They're letting them actually use the weapons they're trading to sell their names on the battlefield or something and connect them to business. After the battle, mercenaries are asked to provide improvements such as weapons, and user-friendly modifications are also being made.

My parents do, but therefore she is also educated as a samurai, so I can safely entrust her to act.

No one else called Karen to the Mayer mansion on the Dragon People's Continent.

To keep you up to date and safe with what's going on.

For once, I asked the young lady, 'Isn't it up to you to lend other clans a hand in the house commotion?' I asked, 'but I didn't lend a hand directly, so there was no problem - I got the answer. So I was able to write to Karen without hesitation.

As Karen leaves the lady, she wipes her fingers down the tears that have come to her eyes.

"Lute is safe, too. More importantly. Thanks so much for protecting Chris."

"No, I'm just doing what I deserve as a butler to the Count Brad family. So I got there early. I'm sorry, can you tell me what's going on?

"Well, it's a beautiful day, so let's get your tea ready in the courtyard"

When Maya raises her hand, the maids install tables, chairs, sun umbrellas, tea (cha), and tea treats in the courtyard as they had already prepared.

Less than three minutes later, we can have a small spilled space in the courtyard.

Once she stopped her physical training, we listened to Karen over a cup of tea in the courtyard.

According to the information Karen gave me,

After his capture, the husband apparently sealed his magic with an anti-magic collar and was sold as a slave.

I can tell it wasn't a demon continent, until it was sold to another continent, but the destination is unknown.

His wife is imprisoned on the top floor of a spire in Count Blood Castle.

She also has an anti-magic collar around her neck, which seems impossible to escape on her own.

The castle currently houses a vampire princess, his eldest son, Puruckenen Blood, and his second son, Rabino Blood.

They have received considerable backlash from the craftsmen because they have taken away the business that their husband had been carrying out and are making loud mouths, furthermore using violence without darkness and unduly lowering wages. The business seems to be at a standstill because of this.

Mr. Merry and his surviving servants are lurking all over the place after they escape, but they seem to be unable to do so with little fighting power.

Without your husband, the difference in power is overwhelmingly unfavourable.

In addition to his eldest brother Puruckenen and second son Rabino, the castle is also home to several vampire sorcerers, alert to external raids. That's why I can't get my hands or feet out.

Fortunately during your misfortune, your wife's safety is guaranteed.

The status quo where the hostage is the only one she has, and if she gets hurt badly and even harms herself, the Marys and other clans who have been dating Count Brad's house have not shut up. I can also argue that it's a matter for the Brad family brothers if it's up to your husband, except about your wife. If anything, her relatives won't shut up either.

If your wife dies, you're just over the limit of cleaning up in a house commotion.

It becomes a battle to wash blood with blood.

Of course they don't want that. That's why your wife's safety is guaranteed.

Also, that's why they're looking for the lady separately from the grass roots.

Because if you have a lady, even if your wife dies, you can prevent the outbursts of Mary and the others by taking your daughter as a new hostage.

Karen bites her teeth remorsefully.

"If I could, I'd like to help, but it's up to you to do something else about the family home commotion. I'm sorry I've only been able to provide information."

"No, that's still helpful enough. But is that okay? If it's up to you to get your hands on home disturbances, even though it's informative, you can do this."

I had got the answer 'it's okay' from the lady, but I'll ask Karen as well, just in case.

She grins' niggardly 'and bottomless at my question.

"I just know and ask about the safety of my best friend and I'm just talking to the public. There's no way I know what kind of information they're extracting from it, is there?

I mean, to this extent, they don't hit 'give me a hand'.

I'm not sure what the criteria are, but if there's nothing wrong with it, fine.

"Dear Karen, thank you. Thanks to this, we were able to get an accurate picture of the current situation. This is going to be one of the operations I've been thinking about."

"Well, what kind of operation is that?

I spoke to Karen, a samurai girl with a private mercenary at her parents' house, and asked for an objective opinion.

The contents of the operation are not difficult.

A small number of people broke into the interior from the escape route they used to escape the castle.

After you rendezvous with your wife, get out of the castle.

At this time, in order to defy the eyes of the castle security, I want Merry and his servants to flashly storm somewhere as a positive move. It would be less powerful, but only once would it be possible.

That way the vampire lord will be vigilant and dispatch the magicians to the Yang Dynasty. As a result, the security of the castle becomes thin.

Karen puts her arms together and examines the operation in her chest.

"... I see. It's simple, but it's much more realistic than attacking a castle with a force push. But with Chris and Lute, isn't it tough to rescue Mr. Sellas?

I frown at her pointing.

Certainly, as things stand, we don't have enough fighting power to break into the castle.

"The lady won't be in the intrusion group. She'll be working as an auxiliary during the retreat."

"So you're going to do it alone Lute? Not even a magician. Omae?

"Oh, um... ugh"

Maya raises her hand in silence.

She blushed her cheeks and has been running for office with moist eyes.

"Then this I, Lord Lute's most apprentice, will serve as the other side! I would make Lord Lute like a lover, like a wife, like a loyal servant - no! I'm confident I can assist you with more attention than that!

"No, Maya can't. Sorcerer B minus, but you're motor tone deaf, right? You can't just take him as the other guy."

"Ugh!?

He holds his chest down and falls in like an arrow stabbed him in the heart.

But in fact, she was athletic tone deaf, trained with the lady once, but only with her feet together.

At that time, I just didn't have time, and I was interrupted, so I was asked to decline my training.

How about hiring adventurers at the Adventurers' Good Offices Association?

"That's never going to happen"

Quickly reject the lady's proposal.

Other adventurers... you can't add someone you can't trust to such an important operation. They are only other people who hire them for the money they earn. What kind of problems do you have...... ugh.

A bitter trauma tricked by a fake adventurer passes the back of his brain.

I want Mary and the others to be in charge of the Yang Dynasty, so I can't get into the war.

First, they are watched and constantly monitored by the Vampire Lord.

You can't add to a covert ambush.

I want at least one more person to break into the castle.

Sorcerer B minus or better, someone I know and can trust. There is nothing to say if you can learn magic and are good at handling handguns.

There's no such thing as a person - no, I know one person.

We grew up together in Dr. Elle's orphanage, my fiancée Snow!

"If Snow, my fiancée, who goes to the School of Mages on the Wicked Continent, is here, I'd be quick to talk. It takes about a year or more to get back and forth even if I hurry to pick you up... just can't do it? What's the matter, Maya, you look pale."

Maya was sweating like a waterfall and had a blue face.

"No, the truth is... I don't know, um..."

Maya has a broken tooth and a bad mouth.

Karen reacted to Lute's words more than Maya's attitude.

"Did Lute have a fiancée? I didn't know that."

"I'm a childhood friend from the same orphanage. Sorry I didn't get a chance to talk to you. But I don't know if it's convenient to show up. Delivery, my voice! Oh, my God."

"Lute!

The moment I spread my hands to heaven and offered the right prayer as a joke.

One girl emerges from the shadow of a tree planted in the courtyard at a time as if it were a target.

Silver-haired ponytail. White skin like dog ears, tails, snowfields, and a beautiful girl with big tits, even from above her clothes, is in tears in her eyes.

"I missed you...... I missed you, Lute!

Snow, my fiancée, who was supposed to be at the School of Mages on the demon continent, stood in front of me for some reason.