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

When Woodcastle was expelled, I joined Snow and the others and left the country on an airship.

It's just outside Enor's border.

For once, as requested by the kidnappers, they are out of the country.

We descend from the airship and wait first at the border.

Fully equipped, of course.

Maya sighs in a grumpy manner.

"But there's a rude limit to really kicking Master Lute out!

"Well, well, they're taking my daughter hostage. You can only be cautious. Besides, Luna's gonna need our help, right?

"When I say help, Lute, did you get Luna's things from Mr. Reese?

"Of course, there's no drain."

I answer Snow's question with a handkerchief I took out of my pocket.

"Later, as instructed, I wonder if he's coming this way... Chris, give me a call"

"I understand."

Chris takes his hand off the mini blackboard once and puts an O on his mouth with one hand.

Breathe in heavily,

"Fushiyu," he rings.

A few seconds later, Lexi, the serverwolf Luna had always ridden from the shadows of the grass trees, shows up. Apparently, he followed me on schedule.

Chris is not frightened, but squeaks and strokes Lexi's jaw.

I suggested using Lexi from Serverwolf like a police dog to find Luna.

Dogs smell far better than people.

1,000 to 10,000 times sharper than a person's sense of smell.

Saberwolf goes on top of it.

I remember watching it on the internet and on TV when methods of searching for people using that sense of smell and discovering cancer with dog sense of smell are being studied, even in drugs and medicine.

Incidentally, in the United States of previous life, we have trained dogs to detect explosives by olfactory sensation, helping them to discover explosives installed by terrorists, etc. (especially since the terrorist attacks of 911).

Even in Japan, explosive detection dogs are not as good as in the United States, but have been introduced to help police guard the area.

Dog breeds include Labrador, Germain Shepherd, and Belgian Shepherd.

There are many explosive detection dogs active in the United States for the protection of presidents and others, and the United States Secret Service provides a wide variety of training in Beltsville, Maryland (not just dog training, but training for a variety of protections. Sometimes the president himself was bringing in his own bike to train).

Incidentally, explosive-detecting dogs are trained to sit on the spot because when they find explosives during an investigation, they can explode if they bite them (there are numerous videos of demonstrations of explosive-detecting dogs abroad on famous video sites, etc., but all of them sit perfectly on the spot when dogs sniff and surround multiple placed suitcases, etc., and discover anything suspected of explosives).

It is said that such explosive-detecting dogs can even sniff apart the types of hazardous materials and have a 90% or more chance of sniffing them off for what they have trained (depending, of course, on the condition and sealing of the explosives, etc.).

It is said that American ports, airports, and secret services use these explosive detection dogs and combine multiple means to prevent terrorism.

Returning to the story - I bring a handkerchief that smells like Luna closer to Lexi's nose.

"Please, Lexi. Your husband's life depends on Omae's hard work."

When you take your face off the handkerchief, you move towards the Enol border.

"Maya needs to be ready so she can move the airship at any time."

"I get it! Master Lute, ladies and gentlemen, good luck with your martial arts!

When we lifted our arms and responded to Mayer's words, we ran for Enol.

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- Third Perspective -

Late at night three days after the Lutes left the country.

Around the junction stone, the light of sorcery is lit and guarded by about fifty soldiers for 24 hours.

The condition of a soldier who can get security for a junction stone is a narrow gate called Mage B or higher.

Sometimes it's a particularly honorable job within Woodcastle, and no soldier to get a job even lacked one in the middle of the night.

I guess that's all I'm proud of for my job of guarding the junction stone.

"- Become!?

That's why I'm stunned.

Around fifty guards, above mage level B, continued to monitor their surroundings unabated.

Yet one person, a black-crusher, was touching his hand in front of the stone of the junction.

A jacket that hides perfectly to the head.

There is no air hole in the mask that hides trousers, gloves, boots and face.

He was like cutting through the sky at night and making a human form.

I don't even know if it's a man or a woman or gender because of you.

"You! What are you doing!

"Take him down now and rip him off the junction stone!

But no one could even touch the blackheads.

Because, soldiers, there was a wind hole in the head, chest and torso of about fifty people.

In an instant, a sorcerer class B or higher soldier, about fifty corpses can be made.

Despite the smell of choking blood, the blackcurd keeps touching the junction stone without being slightly mobile.

Go-

At first, a small swing like a swing.

Gogo...

Gradually, the wobble grows.

If you realize it, it swings like volcanic activity before the eruption only around the junction stone.

The ground breaks, the walls are carved, and the trees fall.

- Bhagahhhh!!

And then a pyramidal junction stone erupts so that the volcano eventually explodes.

Fragments of the junction stone pour down to the blackcrumb as if it were a shower, but the person in question doesn't care at all.

(i) Neither the sense of accomplishment after work nor the satisfaction of the results of using one's own power. It's pale as finishing the clerical work I just needed.

Over the head of the blackheads, a certain fragment of junctional stone falls for more than a handful.

Fragments fall into the ground, but there were no blackheads on the spot.

As if it were a bad dream or a monster in a suspicious conversation, Blackcrumb disappeared from the spot.

Hell's cauldron opens the lid.

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Leasing private room.

She had a blurry view of Shea's brewed incense tea.

"Are the Lutes finding out where Luna is..."

"It's all right, ladies, I'm sure you'll get Luna out safely."

"Right. We have to believe in Mr. Lute and his people."

Reese tells himself to comfort himself.

- Don!

Destructive sound in the belly.

Shea, a maid of escort to a sudden event, falls back and stands ready to protect Reese, the Lord no matter what happens.

Rupture sounds will subside,

"Piiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!

Hissing in my ear.

Reese scratches a lot of cold sweat.

"No way, the junction stone has already been destroyed!?

I expected it to be within a few days, but it's too soon!

As she rises out of her chair, she rushes out to her own door.

"Hihi, princess, which way!

"I'm going to see how the junction stone goes. Shea...... would you come with me?

Perhaps the junction stone was destroyed, as it says in the record book.

I mean, over there is a battlefield full of 'basilisks' and 'dragon cavalry', hell. It would not be difficult to let her get away with it if she was still about alone now, because she was supposed to commit suicide, such as heading to the spot.

But Shea smiles forcefully without fright.

"Of course it is. I am a maid of protection for the princess, and I am one of the young men."

"Thanks, Shea"

When Reese thanked his escort maid, she ran out to the backyard with a junction stone in a court dress. Thereafter Shea continues in made-up clothes.