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

The enemy to be defeated, the Great Scorpion Giant Scorpion, lives in a forest called Green Horden.

It takes about seven days each way from High Elf Kingdom, Enor to Green Horden.

Early morning, departure from Enol, day one.

"Uh-oh."

Reese was in a drunken glocky state on the carriage.

Usually leashes are luxury carriages with cushions, even when there is movement, traveling along tidy roads. This would be the first time we have traveled long distances on dirt roads like this. He puts a handkerchief on his mouth and sits physically with a blue face.

By the way, whenever the carriage rocks, her abundant breasts are crushed and shaped softly by bumping into her physically seated legs. I'd say it's a great sight.

I'm used to Snow & Chris playing with the reversi I bought from Enol. Shea was on your stand, and I was on guard at the rear.

"Dear Mr. Reese, are you okay?

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine, Shea, uh-huh."

Shea is worried and calls from your stand.

Reese replies to her temperament, but is clearly pale.

I worry about her and give her advice.

"Dear Reese, if carriage sickness is painful, it seems that staring far away will improve your symptoms."

"Is that true? Then believe the words of the brave..."

Close to private therapy, but it would be better than not doing it.

Thereafter, Shea had a strange way of encouraging her: 'Because no one died of carriage sickness'.

In the meantime, day one leads us to the planned camp without being attacked by demons.

Start preparing the camp before the sun sets.

Get the supplies you need for the lease.

When she puts her hands together and tells her the name of the supplies she needs, the thing comes out.

Snow prepares meals.

Chris takes care of the horses.

Shea is the setting up of a junction surrounding the perimeter.

Inevitably, me and Reese will be in charge of picking up firewood.

"Shall we go pick up some firewood together?"

"You're picking up firewood. Leave it to me!

I put AK47 on my shoulder just in case and spoke to Reese.

For some reason she is strangely motivated and pulls out the thin sword (Rapier) that was lowering to her waist.

"Oh, that Master Reese, what the hell are you going to do?

"What isn't firewood picking? Oh, it's okay. This thin sword (Rapier) is not just metal, it is made of that rare metal, Divine Iron (Orihalcon), so it will never break. And to pass the magic very well, this level of trunk can penetrate and break easily."

Is there such a thing as Orihalcon?

Unsurprised to find out about the presence of Oryhalcon, Reese tries to snap a trunk about the torso of an adult man who stands on his side with joy.

I was about to hold her head unknowingly.

What a bummer.

"No, raw trees can't be used for firewood because they contain moisture. So you don't have to fold it."

"Oh, was I? Sorry, I was ignorant..."

Reese knows his world and gets a fine sword (Rapier) with a bright red face.

I'm glad I didn't have to waste my natural destruction.

"Shall we gather the dead branches that are falling around?"

"Yes. inconvenience."

Reese imitates me with a slight drop of shoulder, collecting the falling dead branches wide.

And dinner.

The sun sets and tables, chairs are arranged on the side of the burning fire to create a fabric roof. On the table are stews and bread, simple odds, and glowing lamps in magic.

These pieces of furniture, etc. are also carried by Reese.

The last time I took a level up quest, I camped for days, but I've never had all the tools so far.

It was like a camp I watched occasionally on TV in my previous life.

Drinking after-dinner incense tea (kaoricha), I notice a strange leash sitting in the front.

She is holding her lower abdomen down and moving Mojimoji and her thighs to rub together.

Reese whispered softly to Shea as I tilted my neck.

When Shea returns the ear punch,

"Oh, do you do it outside!?

It grabs Snow & Chris' attention and the leash dyes his face even more vermilion and leans down.

I ask on behalf of everyone.

"What's wrong?

"Yes, no, the, uh..."

Reese says - pins and surveys worked.

"Master Reese, I need to take something out."

"Yes. What the hell should I take out?

"It's a tall rectangular box. Just a little away from here, put it around here."

"Right here, I see."

I get up from the table and ask him to put the rectangular box he kept on the front carriage side.

As Reese is told, place the boxes that were stored in different spaces.

"Oh, what the hell is this..."

The lease I took out also asks me if it attracted interest.

I just answered with a chest tie that I was waiting.

"This is, right, a portable washroom!

This portable wash toilet is a version of a metal water bottle with a nozzle. However, the portable wash toilets developed by me are close to the simple toilets that are placed on construction sites, events, etc.

He surrounds all sides with a plate of magical liquid metal and installs a spare washroom. Store tanks with dirt in the bottom. It's a mechanism to throw them out in the open when they accumulate. The ceiling is also equipped with a lamp that glows with magic so that it can be used even in the dark.

After all, the toilet must be surrounded by walls on all sides and separated from a calming outer world. Yes, a toilet is perhaps the last healing left to the modern man.

Since I heard Reese could store supplies without worrying about the weight, I immediately went into production.

Because I don't want to live without a washroom anymore.

I recommend it to Reese as she strains her chest.

"The lights are right in and there is a switch on the right wall. There is a board inside that says how to use it, so follow it and operate it."

"Operate the toilet?

Reese twists her neck without knowing what it means.

I pushed her slightly more forcefully into the outdoor washroom.

After a while, from inside the outdoor wash toilet - "Hia!? '' Nh - '' High Elf Kingdom, Second Princess Enor, Reese Enor Memere lose to this extent, etc... Nh 'I heard voices.

More time later, the door to the outdoor wash toilet opens.

When I get out of the bathroom, I sit on the spot if my hips have fallen out.

I hear the washroom was too irritating for her sensitive.

"Hih, princess!

Shea rushed over to lend her a hand.

Reese dyes her cheeks red, moisturizes her eyes and squeaks.

"Wow, I couldn't beat the washroom. You can't live without a washroom anymore..."

All right! One more Wash Toilet Believer!