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

One morning.

A messenger from the Adventurer's Good Offices Association (Alliance) came to us as PEACEMAKER (Peace Maker).

Chris, I hear you're nominating me for a job quest.

Every time, the quest is about the Adventurer's Good Offices Association (Alliance), and the client wants to explain it to you.

There's no reason to say no.

Me and Chris were temporarily asked to replace clerical work and the city's outlook and took to the Adventurer's Good Offices Union (Guild) after noon.

When I show my face to the Adventurer's Good Offices Association (Guild), the receptionist who always takes care of me speaks to me.

We headed straight to her client, who was waiting in a private room.

It seems to be the cousin of that receptionist of the demonic race who is in the Dragon People's Continent who is guiding me.

She looks just like a one-egg twin even though she's my cousin.

How surprised I was when we first met.

Speaking of which, would the receptionist from the Dragon People's Continent be doing well?

I hope I'm not in a hurry to get married and caught up in some weird guy......

But when it comes to the Dragon People's Continent, you haven't been back in a while.

Don't worry, the rent on your rented home is automatically debited from your Adventurer's Good Offices Association (Guild) account.

I have left Luna here now, so I have nothing to worry about & worry about. I'd rather go back once and sort out the rental and move over here in earnest.

With that in mind, we get to a private room at some point.

In the private room, a middle-aged man, this time a client, waited in a restless manner.

In front of me and Chris, I get a joyous look like I've met an idol I admire.

My client's middle-aged man started introducing himself with momentum when he rose off the couch.

"Nice to meet you, nice to meet you! My name is Negendunk and I'm a racial!

"Nice to meet you... I'm Lute Gunsmith, head of the PEACEMAKER (Peacemaker) delegation and racial. This is Chris Gunsmith, my wife's demon race and vampire."

While I am pushed by the momentum of Negendunk, I finish introducing myself.

Chris, when introduced, lowered his head cutely and peppery.

In the meantime, we sit on the couch and wait for the incense tea that the receptionist will brew to line up in front of us.

In the meantime I observed my client, Negendunk.

Height is around 160 cm.

Not too big, but it looks bigger than its height because of the guttering muscles on it.

It also has a width and a face covered with a mustache, so it looks more like a dwarf than a race.

The fingers were thick and the skin was thick and scratched from the look of it, and he had a hand called Craftsman.

When the receptionist finishes handing out the incense tea and sits in the lower seat, Negendunk cuts out the story.

"Sorry for being so quick, but let me talk to you about your quest request"

"I don't mind. So what exactly is the request?

"Actually, I'm a sculptor..."

Apparently Negendunk is a known sculptor and artist with a name for it.

There are two main sources of income.

Production of stone statues, etc. requested by nobles, large shopkeepers, etc.

Wholesale and sell stone statues carved as their own inspiration to commercial atelier stores (once sold, they receive the price in a '8-to-2' ratio).

That's two points.

Lately, however, both have been sluggish, and if nobles and atelier customers have not asked to see if they are tired of his work, the stone statues in the store can no longer be sold.

Worse things went on, and there were days these days when I fell all the way into a ramp and couldn't hold a flea and a hammer.

However, when I became useless, I began to build horn pieces on the raven.

Apparently, the customer's legs gradually came back because of that.

Furthermore, he decided to open a private exhibition to regain his reputation and boost his reputation at once.

All works have been produced and moved to the warehouse where the individual exhibition hall is divided. They will replace it with Negendunk's as soon as the exhibition of the works of others currently performed at the individual exhibition venue is completed.

Do you think the exhibition will last for 30 days?

But there was a problem here.

This eye-catching sculpture was wrongly wrapped and sent as a mistake that I should have noticed and discarded in the middle of production.

At that time, an unfortunate accident occurred because fatigue had been breaking the limits all night.

By the time I realized it was a foot late and all the pieces had been brought to the warehouse.

"But as an artist, if I now utter the word 'missent' my self-confidence and failures, my aesthetic eye doubts me if I can't even tell my work, and waiting is my ruin! But if the exhibition stays open and touches people, you'll soon know it's a failure, and you'll be branded 'No Talent'!

I mean, he wants to trade it for real now, to exhibit, either way, it seems to be his ruin. In my previous life, I also feel like an apology would be a problem if it was Japan, but I guess that's what's tough about in this world.

And after thinking about it, Negendunk came to the conclusion, 'If that's the case, it's better if it's broken and there's no eyeball main'.

So they heard Chris from PEACEMAKER, famous for rumours that it would make any impossible.

Says Chris Gunsmith, even though he's not a magician, "Destroys Twin Dragons Alone" and "Shoots and Kills Basilisk Eyes with Petrified Demon Eyes". There are many more stories to mention, such as that hunting difficulty and the famous "I Stopped Shishigi with a Nose Symphony".

If she did, she ran into the Adventurer's Good Offices Association (Guild), hoping that she might destroy the stone statue she had sent by mistake.

Negendunk rubs his forehead against the table and begs.

"Please! Please! Take on this request! If this solo exhibition fails, I... heh, I... heh."

I am too stuffed with cutting feathers to say the words to the end.

Chris turns to me.

Her eyes complained 'I want to help him'.

The philosophy of PEACEMAKER is to help people in need and those seeking salvation.

I have no reason to say no.

I nod and agree.

Chris nodded back as well, squeezing his hand gently.

Negendunk gives a face.

Chris releases his hand and writes a letter on the mini blackboard.

'Okay. I'll take on that request!

"Oh, thank you! Thanks!

Now Negendunk starts rubbing his forehead against the table so as to express his gratitude.

Thus Chris and I officially ordered the quest in the presence of the Adventurer's Good Offices Association (Alliance).

But at this time, I felt slightly uncomfortable.

Negendunk rubbing his forehead against the table to show his gratitude felt an unpleasant grin on his face that was lowering and becoming invisible.

The discomfort disappeared quickly, with Negendunk just bowing his head and repeating his words of gratitude.

(... are you out of your mind?

While I tilted my neck, I listened to the detailed job description.

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The city with its own exhibition hall is located in Umigliani Street, which takes about three days from here.

The date is now six days from now.

I raise my hand and ask questions.

"For once, can't you sneak into the warehouse and replace it instead of destroying it?

"I can't. It's not just my stuff in that warehouse over there, but there are other famous people's pieces in storage and constant guards - private soldiers hired by the exhibition hall side, cemented with the latest magic and sorcery tools. It's impossible to break in or replace and get out."

"Then what about aiming through the window and breaking it the moment you decorate the exhibit? Do you have a map of the building?

"Yes, I let it draw on paper as long as I can remember"

Negendunk retrieves the hand-painted view.

"... doesn't this building have windows?

As far as the schematics are concerned, there are no window descriptions, and the entrance is much larger than the average building.

Negendunk speaks.

"This exhibition hall is eliminating all the windows to prevent the works from deteriorating in the sunlight. Instead, they attach magical light everywhere, making the entrance bigger, creating openness."

"Then what about aiming and destroying it from the entrance to the building? Where will the work be placed?

"From Mr. Lute and the others, it's the back right side of here."

The exhibition hall is shaped like a reverse T.

They say the part that is on the horizontal line has an entrance and exit in the front and the exhibit is placed behind the right edge.

"This is impossible to snipe through the entrance."

'Right. You don't have enough angle to reach the back.'

Chris in charge of the shooting assures me.

That Chris says, so I guess it's impossible to destroy a target placed in the back right from the entrance.

If the pieces were carried on that pedestal, they'd be checkmates.

"Then can't we move the sculpture from the entrance to a destructible position now?

"I'd like to do that if possible...... I've already finished building a pedestal and have a thoughtful meeting with the vendor in advance, and when it comes to further changing the location, there's a combination of other pieces and I really get crushed for two days at work. Due to the suspicion of the vendors, the noblemen who are sending invitations are busy and may not be able to come when the dates are off."

I mean, moving the work is also 'impossible'......

By the way, when carrying luggage out of the warehouse, it seems impossible to snipe because every carriage enters the building.

"Then I knew I had to aim for when I brought the exhibit into the building."

Luggage is brought inside from the back of the exhibition hall.

Exactly unlike the warehouse, there is no room for each carriage to enter and unload.

At this point, we have no choice but to target and destroy the gap moving from the carriage to the interior of the building.

Negendunk tells us the date and time of loading.

"It is the day before, in the morning, that the loading begins. I will take a day to carry my luggage in and arrange my work. At that time, please make sure that all the pieces are carried in crates and cushions."

Wait a minute.

I've never heard of crates or cushions.

So how do I identify and destroy my target pieces!?

Negendunk rushes to offer a solution to our grievances.

"Rest assured. The target piece is in a crate, and the outer plate has the title of the piece all but the bottom. It's a procedure to make sure you're not mistaken because some things come in similar sizes."

"I see, then you can immediately discern the work of the goal. So what's the title of the piece?

Negendunk puts his chest up here all the time and tells him with a masterful look.

"The title is" Irresistible Arms, Absolutely Unbreakable ". Wonderful title, isn't it? How did you attach this title? When I was producing my work, the title came to me like this, coming down from heaven. As you can see from this title, this work has people's arms. This is people - and hence all four other races - generally not as powerful as that. But! We have arms and a heart that wants to protect someone! By keeping the will to protect it in this world in the form of..."

You should have heard the title, but at some point the artistic description of the work "Irresistible Arms, Absolutely Unbreakable", which was supposed to be the highlight of this exhibition with confidence, begins.

People rap when they become their specialty, but I feel particularly inclined to do so by those who create them. Although it is a sort of bias.

However, it was possible to grasp the name and shape of the work.

To sum up the story of Negendunk - the name of the work is "Irresistible Arms, Absolutely Unbreakable". The size becomes something so big that two big men can't carry it from either side without holding it.

The material used in this work seems to be stone, but it is not so strong, and if a strong impact is applied, it becomes brittle and broken?

So they also use nerves to sharpen them out with tonkachi and fleas.

But the work that Chris is going to destroy is "Unbreakable"......

I somehow learn to be sarcastic.

When we get a whole lot of information, we still speak up to Negendunk, who talks about his own work.

"I understand the name and shape and material. Once we're ready to head back to HQ, we'll head to Umigliani Street. Now I want to see what's going on around here. Are you sure you want to get a plan for the building?

"Yes! Please help! Sorry, I can't stop talking about art..."

"No, it was an interesting story. If I had time, I'd like to hear more."

It can't be 'boring' just face to face.

Properly clouds words and rises off the couch.

Negendunk has also stood up in a hurry and bowed his head deeply.

"All the best, then! I'm already on my way to Umigliani Street, so let me know if you need anything."

Ask for the name of the inn to stay in Umigliani Street, and me and Chris will leave the private room behind.

After the Adventurer's Good Offices Association (Guild), we both took a sigh of sigh without thinking the Negendunks would lose their eyes.

"It was hard for me to talk to you earlier and I had no idea what you were talking about."

"I don't even know if they talk about art. As far as I'm concerned, I think Chris' cuteness is more artistic."

"Also, Lute, your brother will tease you soon enough!

Chris is happy to be praised, but he dyes red as he swells his cheeks when embarrassed because he's in public.

That looks really cute!

Honestly, seriously, I think Chris' cuteness is more artistic than the work around there!

Thus we went back to the headquarters of the Knights of the New and Pure Maiden, obsessed.

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As soon as I get back to HQ, I'll get ready to do my quest.

I want this quest to be a handful of elite.

For this reason, only me and Chris will be participating.

The merchants of Cocoli Street are hitchhiking to Umiliani Street, so they plan to take a ride. It makes camping a lot easier.

The carriage rents to be in the New and Pure Maiden Knights.

Prepare food, water, weapons & ammunition, clothing, bedding, etc.

As soon as we finished the preparations, me and Chris just left because there was no day until the solo exhibition.

Three days after we leave Cocoli Street, we reach Umigliani Street.

Since it was late at night, I picked up the inn and stayed there.

The next day, after breakfast, we take a look around the private exhibition hall.

The venue was built at the far end of the commercial establishment.

The neighborhood is therefore open, with people tired of shopping sitting on the bench, feeding the little birds, and children sneaking around.

It feels like a civic retreat.

"Surprisingly, there are no sniping points around here..."

'Right,' Chris agrees.

When we check the front of the exhibition hall, we turn to the back.

The back of the venue is shadowed and the temperature is lower than the square in front, due to the proximity of the walls.

I was secluded because of it.

Does the surrounding area also take into account travel by carriage or is it idle?

I'm sorry, it's planted at equal intervals.

Me and Chris look for a sniper location.

The position is too high to aim from the walls.

The shade of the tree being planted is just round sight.

"And then the position is here?

"Right."

Approximately 150 m from the exhibition hall entrance.

It's the entrance to a residential area for the middle and lower floors.

From here, we can monitor the entrance and exit directly from the side.

Because of the entrance to a residential neighborhood that seems to have a relatively high number of low-income people, things are flooding the streets with mess.

Broken stalls, carriages, piles of damaged wheels, waste materials, etc., were scattered.

Looking up, thin hippos stretch like electric wires between buildings made of stone. In the meantime, the forgotten laundry and sheets were in the wind.

I wouldn't have trouble hiding myself here.

I also checked the perimeter.

Try turning to the other side as well, or back to the front again.

When the sun tilts and the evening falls, Negendunk shows his face in the inn where he is staying.

Tell them we're in town to do the quest, and make sure they don't have any new information or problems.

We ate on the ground floor of the inn where Negendunk was staying and exchanged information with each other.

Dinner that day will be a treat for Negendunk.

When we returned to our inn, we dived into the futon to avoid leaving us tired.

This concludes the day in Umigliani Street.

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The day before the Negendunk solo exhibition.

Early in the morning, the footsteps of the horned horse and the sound of the wooden wheels echo the Umiliani street.

They're going to take a day today and place it in the exhibition hall.

The first convoy leads to the entrance behind the exhibition hall.

Me and Chris were already in position.

Approximately 150 m from the exhibition hall entrance.

entrance to residential neighborhoods for middle and lower floors. From behind a damaged and abandoned stall, Chris is sticking out a VSS that is finished assembling.

Why VSS is a silencing sniper rifle, because it can remove the barrel (barrel), stock, and engine part (receiver) and store it in a bag.

The mornings of this otherworldly people are early.

A lot of people work out early in the morning, though.

For this reason, I chose a VSS with a silencer (suppressor) that can be stored in a bag to avoid suspicion and reduce annoyance and firing noise in the early morning.

I use a 9mm x 39 subsonic bullet to reduce the sound, but I'm not worried because I have enough power to destroy the work.

I'm on guard around Chris so he can focus on sniping.

At one point, a 'USP Tactical Pistol' with a sound reducer (suppressor) attached to the hand was clenched.

The inn is already checked out.

When this sniping is over, we're going back to Cocoli Street in the carriage we keep before we get suspicious.

After the loading of the first row, the carriage of the second row moves to the entrance.

Two, three and the luggage that was packed in the carriage is carried out and gone.

In the sixth, the crate of purpose shows up!

Two race-like men support the front and rear of the crate looking heavy and head to the entrance.

It was written in red ink on the outside of the sides visible to us, "Irresistible Arms, Absolutely Unbreakable."

"Sooo..."

I can hear Chris breathing slightly.

She inhales and exhales.

I held my breath at the end.

Chris' fingertips touched the trigger.

Zo!

On the verge of firing, Me and Chris feel the magic flow.

Turning his face in the direction where he felt the flow, there was a man in a hood targeting this one from the roof of a building made of stone!

Hood shouted high.

"A whip of wind tangled in my hand! Wind Whip!"

Chris wasn't the one the wind whip was after - it was me!

"Kuh!

I bolster my body with physical enhancement!

Dodging from the spot, pointing straight at the USP muzzle, but the hood has already run away.

Chris turns a worried look at this one.

"It's okay, I'm not hurt. Was Chris any better than that?

'Yes, no injuries...... but'

She clogs the letters on the mini blackboard.

I immediately realize why she's dropping her shoulders.

"Hey, what!? All of a sudden, the ground's cracked?

"Hey! There! There was a sorcerer running wild over there!

The men who were at the exhibition hall entrance are bluffing, and several are running to get soldiers from the city.

The package that Chris is after is safely brought indoors in the midst of the noise.

Yes, that Chris Gunsmith failed to snipe because of the Hood Mage raid!

That Chris!

Apparently, he fired while I was dodging the Hood Mage attack.

I reactivate my consciousness, which was stunned and frozen, and give instructions.

"And for now, this place is getting away with it! Did you pick up the empty pod?

We make sure Chris snorts and we run out to the back of the residential area for the middle and lower floors.

Assist each other with physical enhancement.

Thus we escaped from the sniping point at the entrance to the exhibition hall.

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"Mm-hmm."

More than a dozen days after Chris' sniping failure.

I sat in a chair in the office I was using as the captain's office for the New and Pure Maiden Knights, and again, I glanced at the documents that came up in the findings.

After unsuccessful sniping, Ole and Chris jumped on the carriage and returned to Cocoli Street to escape.

On the way home, Chris talks about why he failed to snipe.

Says - I'm not the only one who's attacked the Hood Mage, he's shot in the whip of the wind to jam Chris' rays, so the bullet missed him in the aftermath.

But the main reason is that I was attacked by a hood magician, and my concentration was interrupted.

From the White Wolf men, Chris apparently didn't even care if the White Dragon swirled around. Yet I can't believe I'm just disturbed by a raid in front of me...

I seem really loved by the bottom of my heart, Chris.

Even I would definitely disturb my concentration if Chris was attacked in front of me!

It's bad for her, but her mouth looks nibbly unexpectedly.

Then we went back to Cocoli Street headquarters and told Snow and the others that Chris failed to complete the quest by failing to snipe.

At first, no one believed me that 'Chris failed to snipe'.

They thought it was some kind of joke.

But Chris himself dropped his shoulder and reported it and everyone finally believed me.

That's all we trust in Chris' arm.

Also in the end, what happened to the solo exhibition......

This raid seems to be calm with the assassins unleashed by rivals who are eyeing the Negendunk in an attempt to stop the solo exhibition -.

It was further targeted with the eyeball of the solo exhibition, "Irresistible Arms, Absolutely Unbreakable", which was placed safely on the pedestal without being plundered or wounded.

If you worship "Irresistible Arms, Absolutely Unbreakable" at a glance, there are euphemistic rumors going around that "No Raider Will Injure You" and "If You Have His Works, You Won't Be Attacked by Raiders".

It seems that the people who truly received the story were busy visiting day after day to see the work at first sight.

Especially the merchants traveling to and from the city packing up his work for an examination, etc.

On the contrary, millionaires and aristocrats were pushing for a price increase match to obtain 'Unyielding Arms, Absolutely Unbreakable'.

Because the price is so high, it seems that the small rich people are getting their hands on a fine Negendunk piece.

Even such a fine piece develops into a price increase match after taking away from each other. It is at an unusual price.

I mean, this raid failed, foiled, bubbling.

And no one has a negative opinion of the work that should be a failure even though people are packing it in the busy days.

Was it true that the work being carried was a failure at that time?

Now that's even suspicious.

I failed the quest, but fortunately during my misfortune it's rolling in the right direction.

Because of that, I haven't gotten a single complaint from Negendunk yet.

But I can do too much of anything.

Sniper day.

There is a sorcerer who resents me, and Chris unleashes a sorcery to assassinate him on the brink of sniping. As a result, the sniping failed.

But thanks to the foil on the individual exhibition, the venue is busy day after day.

The works are also crowded with nobles and millionaires, raising prices to compete.

I don't care what you think, it's too convenient.

It's like a third-rate movie.

"So, I asked Muir to follow Tute and let him look into Negendunk..."

Muir took on so much of my favor, and the next day he gave me all the detailed information on Negendunk.

I didn't know it was this early......

Honestly, it's handy enough that I want Muir to be in charge of the head of the intelligence unit that I don't think he'll set up as soon as possible.

Again, look through the documents that came up.

It did say exactly what it said at the Adventurer's Good Offices Association (Guild).

As for the new information - I also owe a lot from a pretty dangerous muscle to open this solo exhibition because of the no-income era &.

Besides, the amount is a little something that cannot be returned unless the individual exhibition is as busy as it is today.

"Maybe... you mean Negendunk used us as a trick to trigger this bubble?

All coincidences rolled in for Negendunk's convenience - and it's a much more convincing story than they say.

The rumors that are currently circulating may also be circulated by him himself.

The office door is knocked.

"Go ahead."

"Excuse me for being so busy"

Muir enters through the door with sulli.

She sleeves through her kimono-like jacket, exposing a valley of busty breasts.

Every time a red tongue comes out of my mouth tyrosis, I feel like an age-appropriate pheromone is released at the same time.

As usual, she said, 'Are you sure you're the same age as Chris?' And so colorful that you question it.

"Yes, I am. I'm fifteen years old and I'm exactly the same age as Chris."

"No, hey... stop reading your mind"

I accidentally respond with respect. [M]

She laughed joyfully.

I shrug my shoulders to declare my defeat.

"So what can I do for you? You didn't come all this way to make fun of me, did you?

"Naturally. I'm busy looking like this, too. But Mr. Lute's reaction is hilarious and he makes fun of me for sticking around. I'm sorry I got you in trouble."

So why is it so colorful just to say the dialogue?

I cough and rush to talk to her.

Now Muir shrugged her shoulders like she was bored.

"Here's the thing I asked you about - I've come to report the capture of a food mage who attacked Mr. Lute and Mr. Chris in Umiliani Street. It's now in the basement of HQ."

"Ha!? Seriously!?

"Yes, I'm serious. He admits it, too, and I'm pretty sure he's the killer from circumstantial evidence and the money he gets, surrounding listening, etc. Here's the paperwork."

Muir smiles delightfully at my reaction.

What the fuck!? I caught the Hood Mage in this short time. I've also compiled the information in the paperwork I give you!?

When I receive the paperwork from her, she reads it flush for now, but sees it through to the end.

Hood mage is a race, his name is Meoni. Mage B minus.

Because of my gambling frenzy & alcoholism, I immediately scatter no matter how much I earn. As a result, I owe a lot of money.

A dozen days ago, I get a job request from a man.

The face and features are not known because they were hooded. Beard that was peeking from his voice and hood, determined with the man from the thickness of his hands and body. It looked like a racial or fairy race dwarf.

The details of the work are - two men and women are preparing to raid around the back entrance of the exhibition hall at the date and time specified, so they ask me to interrupt the moment of the raid.

I was given an advance and promised I would pay even more double if I succeeded.

The day before, a further man comes in contact to inform him of the location of the raid.

Successful raid as requested by the man. Receive the promised amount within that date.

After that, I lived a life of gambling and drinking.

The hood he was wearing from his home as evidence, about a third of the money left comes out. Plus listening from the surroundings, I take the back that Meoni was talking about in the liquor store about rare and forthcoming big money coming in.

- The paperwork said more or less.

As Muir put it, the sorcerer who attacked me and Chris would almost certainly be this guy.

I pass by surprise and gaze at Muir standing in front of me scratching a cold sweat.

"I've found the killer a lot in this short time, you've gathered information so far..."

"Heh heh, I'm still in charge of PEACEMAKER's diplomatic department, so I couldn't forgive him for targeting Mr. Lute and Mr. Chris, so I used a lot of tricks to find out."

She smiles purely innocent here.

But instead of falling in love with such a smile, I swear to God, 'Wow, let's never piss Mr. Muir off'.

There are people in the world who should never turn to their enemies. She is one of them.

But this kind of talent is rare.

Honestly, maybe we should seriously leave Muir to set up an intelligence unit & captain.

When I think about it, Muir tells me to sing.

"On a personal note, in view of this information and the current situation, Mr. Lute and Mr. Chris were apparently used to raise the profile of the Negendunk."

"I guess. I don't know exactly where Chris is shooting, except for us, because only Negendunk knows."

Me and Muir, the two of us agree.

Negendunk is black.

"Mr. Lute, can I help you?

Muir smiles like the Virgin Mary, but her voice is frighteningly cold.

I put my arms together.

It's certainly not hard for us to get rid of Negendunk today.

Perhaps if you instructed Muir, the Negendunk would disappear from the world without anyone knowing.

But we, PEACEMAKER, are not our assassin legions.

Besides, turning him off is like, 'Is this really gonna be a used vengeance?' It also leaves doubts.

"In the meantime, let's report the current situation to Chris. She's one of the parties."

"Got it. So, can I call you now?

"Oh, please"

Muir left the room graciously.

As I told her, it would be better to tell Chris what's going on first.

Of course I wasn't going to cry to sleep like this.