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

We are headed to the Demon Continent to meet Count Dan Gate Blood, Chris' father.

For this reason, we discussed going back to our headquarters on the Beast People's Continent to set up a complete system.

Get rid of your rental home on Dragon People's Continent and have your personal belongings placed at Maya's Mansion once. Others were doing chores.

I thought Gigi was going with me to headquarters in the Beastman Continent...

"I'll keep heading for the Demon Continent and be ready to move quickly over there," he said.

If you do think about efficiency, that's best.

If there's a problem - Mr. Gigi doesn't want to receive the money and he makes his own money.

To that end, he said he would first go on a quest at the Adventurer's Good Offices Association (Guild) on the Dragon People's Continent.

Me and Chris speak up again to the preceding Mr. Gigi.

"Mr. Gigi, I appreciate you getting ready to take the lead on the Demonic Continent, but that's how much money we're going to give you. So you don't have to bother taking the quest."

'Yes! Lute, your brother is right!

But Mr. Gigi stopped and looked back...

"Thank you for your concern, Miss Chris. Thanks for the lute, too. But don't worry. I'm Mage B Plus. If you're funding it, do the quest and you'll save right away," he tells Kime on the face.

(No! Because that's not where I'm worried!

Once again, Gigi walks out to the Adventurer's Good Offices Association (Guild).

Mr. Gigi knows nothing!

How dangerous I am on my way to now!

To live by that receptionist on the verge of demonization - whoa, whoa, whoa, as a matchmaker, Gigi also thought of him as a candidate, but I can't dedicate him with respect.

The proposal was immediately rejected.

Yet Mr. Gigi is trying to jump into the dragon's mouth unconsciously himself.

We have to stop our legs somehow......!

Me and Chris nod with their eyes.

I relieve the SAIGA 12K, a semi-automatic shotgun that I brought on the pretext of being protective.

A non-lethal loaded (shot shell) beanbag bullet has already entered the medicine room (chamber) in the magazine.

Now he shoots Mr. Gigi from behind, stuns him and detains him with a rope & sorcery collar.

Force me to take you to headquarters on the Beast People's Continent.

This is all to protect Mr. Gigi's future, too!

(Sorry, Mr. Gigi! But this is all for you!

I try to target Gigi's back of the head, walking forward, whining in her chest about words of apology.

A moment when I slowly tried to set up a SAIGA 12K with great care not to be noticed by him -!

"Is that Mr. Lute and Mr. Chris? That's an odd encounter. I can't believe I'm meeting you here."

The receptionist called from the road on the left!

She looked like she was in private clothes today.

He held goods in his hands like he was shopping home, and for some reason he carried a great sword on his back like an adventurer.

"Duh, thanks..."

"Hello there..."

I can't just ignore it. Me and Chris respond.

But this is the other way around.

When they spoke, a merchant carriage passed between us and Gigi.

Thanks to you, the distance opens up.

That's when the receptionist spoke to me. I mean, I was able to keep Mr. Gigi away in a natural way.

Besides, I guess she's off today to say she's in private clothes.

Then you still have every chance of detaining Mr. Gigi.

We have to cut through here smartly for that too.

But at first, when the receptionist spoke to me, I wondered if I had to take that dark aura again, but now she's as bright as what happened then was a lie.

Could it have blown you out?

I put in an exploration of what psychological condition she is currently in in in the mood of the bomb squad handling the mines.

Let's start with a lighter jab.

"Ho, that's really unusual, seeing you in a city like this. Shopping?

"Yes. For some reason, my colleague begged me to 'rest'."

Well, if they scatter those dark auras, they'll get in the way of business.

Seems to be off today, as expected for now.

Make sure Chris held his fist from joy at the edge of his sight.

But that joyous expression didn't last long either.

"So it's a corner, so I thought I'd use this holiday to get ready."

"Are you ready?

"Yes, get ready. In the end, because no one took my quest - Dattara Himself, De Traitori, the late Sini Row, Koutsutte."

Dark aura overflows from all over again.

You're a lighter jab, but you stepped through a mine in one shot!

Oh, I knew no one would take that quest!

So you're the hitman hired by the Yakuza to go and finish with your own hands!?

I mean, it seems that the great sword on his back was bought to end the traitors.

Chris showers the dark aura from the front again, rattling and trembling.

She manages to stand on my arm.

I laughed lovingly,

"Oh, really? Good luck, you're here for me. Then we'll be around."

My voice rubbed slightly upwards, but I do the spot in a very natural way.

We walked out slowly to keep our backs to her and not irritate her.

Okay! Okay! All right!

After that, you can follow Mr. Gigi to the Adventurer's Good Offices Association (Guild)!

- But that was not wholesaled by the inquirer.

"I'm sorry about both of you. I walked too far ahead."

Gigi, come on. Awwwwwww!!!

Mr. Gigi, who was walking ahead, came back to discipline.

The bitter aura that I had felt from behind me until earlier is misty.

On the contrary, that's the bottom of my mind.

Me and Chris slowly look back at the receptionist standing behind them, as if they were the protagonists of a horror film.

Until earlier, if you were a new adventurer, she was releasing a dark aura that was breaking my heart - now she had a glowing look like a heroine coming out of a girl's comic book.

That's the look on the face of a wholly in love maiden.

"Mr. Lute, Chris, do these lovely lords know you two?!?

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Look, I ate it!

I thought you were gonna eat it!

"Eh, this guy..."

"You know Lute and Miss Chris?

Gigi opens her mouth first when I'm not sure how to introduce her.

Luckily the receptionist answers this with a 100% smile.

"Yes! I am a receptionist at the Adventurer's Good Offices Association (Guild) in this city. I used to work for the Adventurer's Good Offices Association (Guild) on the Wicked Continent, and I got to know Mr. Lute and the others in that relationship. So I've known them for a long time. I was admired as your sister by Mr. Lute and the others. Hey, Mr. Lute, Mr. Chris?

"Hi, Soudes"

"O Sister Santo Muttemas"

The receptionist smiled, but we felt the bottomless fear and said the response she wanted to keep.

Sorry, Mr. Gigi.

We don't have to stop anymore.

Gigi replied in a rare and polite tone when she found out who we were looking after.

"Really? Lute and Miss Chris are taking care of you. I was a magician, B Plus, a beast, a werewolf, a gigigi - and now I'm searching for someone for a reason."

"Are you looking for someone? It's tough. But isn't it troublesome for your wife or lover to be away from home looking for someone?

The receptionist rocks her body with Kunechne and gives her a voice of 120% sugar.

You let this guy in!?

"No, I am celestial solitude. I'm not related to such a person."

Me and Chris are out of line.

Gigi didn't realize what they intended, because I answered dumbfoundly honestly sooner than I would follow up.

The receptionist's eyes turn to those of a carnivore hunting for his prey!

Magician B Plus is guaranteed to receive a high salary. You don't have to worry about living with your step-parents or dating relatives because of your lifelong loneliness. I don't have a lover, or a wife. Plus personality is as honest as it looks, serious.

The receptionist's eyes gleam and complain that it's a superb property.

"Yep! Really?! Even though he's nice!

"No, I'm not such a big guy..."

"That's not true! It's so tannic, you look great and nice!

The receptionist hartmarks her eyes and praises Gigi for the momentum she is still about to push down.

That's why I didn't want her and Mr. Gigi to be involved!

Mr. Gigi does not notice the receptionist's love rays and asks, as he recalls.

"Actually, I'm on my way to the Adventurer's Good Offices Association (Guild) to take my quest now. Wouldn't a receptionist in this city know what a good quest it is for?

"Yes! I'll take care of it! Now, it's a corner, so I'll show you around!

"What, but I was off today - huh!?

With that, I get zero puffiness and doubt out of my mouth.

Then the receptionist needles her killer so that she can only pass it on to me.

I can't help but hold my breath.

"If you're off, don't interrupt. Now, if you'll excuse us,

"No, I can't believe I'm in the way! Plus, I was on my way to the Adventurers' Good Offices Association (Guild) after a half break!

"What about that luggage and sword?

Mr. Gigi turns his attention to the luggage of travel goods in the hands of the receptionist and the great sword he carries on his back.

The receptionist lined up the question with a lie 800 with 100% smile.

"This travel luggage is a purchase of equipment for the Adventurer's Good Offices Association (Guild), and the sword on my back is for personal protection. It's a safe city, but I knew one weak woman was afraid to walk."

There's no one in this city who can help you!

It's weird at a time when a generally weak woman is outfitting herself with a big sword that looks like she could break an oak's neck just by weight!

I almost accidentally put a scratch in it and held my mouth in a hurry.

Against such a plain lie, Mr. Gigi said,

"I see. That's tough."

Mr. Gigi agrees with one of her explanations.

"No, because it's the usual. Besides, this is on the brink of something, so I'll be in charge of Mr. Gigi at the Adventurer's Good Offices Association (Guild). You'll unleash a great quest for what you deserve!

"I appreciate that"

"I'm glad to be of service to Mr. Gigi. Well, that's a corner, so why don't we join the Adventurer's Good Offices Association?"

The receptionist then urges the Adventurer's Good Offices Association (Guild) to act naturally.

Mr. Gigi walked out as she said without any doubt.

Me and Chris followed them like prisoners, cursing each other's helpless selves.

We can't stop the receptionist anymore.

Mr. Gigi had a hell of a lot of attention - and I felt even sympathy in my chest.