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

Departing from the Monster Continent, Harbor Street Heidingsfeld, we joined the merchants for Alberta, one of the relay point cities.

We've done several quests to protect and move the merchant squad, so it's not as difficult for us as it is for us.

But this is a demonic continent.

Unlike other continents, the quality of demons is high, unplugged in numbers.

Because of this, there are more escorts like us who protect the merchant corps than there were on other continents, and they pay the highest price for the scouts ahead and gather top talent.

The reason, of course, is to avoid a futile battle with demons as much as possible.

One of the scouts is still turning back with his face stretched.

"Stop, stop and make no noise"

The returning man tells everyone in a chopped voice.

"Ahead lies the great army of Butterfly Spider. If they find out, they're gonna kill us all."

Butterfly Spider is a unique demon (monster) of the Demonic Continent.

It's a demon with butterfly wings growing on the back of a spider the size of a human being by name.

When they discover their prey, they chase them, and in some cases they fly and attack them with their wings.

It's a nasty demon who jumps yarn off his butt, bites and prevents his prey from moving due to paralysis poison.

The outer skin is not so hard and can be defeated by swords, spears, or bows, but even if you defeat one or two, the Butterfly Spider, a hundred butterfly spiders, is attacking you because you are acting in a group.

It's a demon I don't really want to deal with.

Plus, the man says, what's passing now is a grand army about a thousand if you do poorly.

If we are encountered and discovered without thinking, we will undoubtedly be wiped out.

Everyone listens to the man and dives his breath.

Quiet enough to hear the saliva swallowed from the tension.

Is it about an hour?

Another man rushes over from the reconnaissance unit.

Make an O over your head with both hands.

Apparently, he was able to do it without being noticed.

A sigh of relief leaked from no one.

It is the land of demons where these demons roam.

Fool, if you were honestly fighting one way or the other, the merchants would be wiped out in less than three days. That's why we're avoiding fighting as much as possible.

If we get into the worst of it, we can get away with it if we get on Hanvey and leave at full speed.

Day six today with a merchant escort.

I get along quite a bit with other escorts, adventurers and merchants. I don't want too much money to abandon them.

Alerted in this way, we continued to move toward Alberta, a relay city today.

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And four more days later, we arrive safely in Alberta, the relay city.

Alberta is the only relay city on the Demonic Continent, with an atmosphere similar to that of Cocoli Street on the Beastman Continent.

Merchants carry large bags and escort-like adventurers follow. A naive boy clenched his luggage and paper in his hand and ran around busily.

The difference with Kokoli is that the city is more than double the size and the walls are doubled.

The walls are doubled, of course, for against demons.

A soldier-like figure stands on the first wall day and night.

There are also exceptionally no gaps above the waist compared to other continents.

Enter such a city and reach the store where you unload with the merchants you have escorted.

My employer offered me his hand, so I shook it back.

"Hey, thank you for your hard work. I'd love to ask Mr. Lute and the others to come home."

"Thank you. I'd love to, but we still have business ahead of us."

"Really, that's a total shame. If you ever get another chance, please do."

"Welcome and thank you for your time"

I shake a firm hand with a representative of the merchant corps and bid him farewell.

After that, present the tag to the Adventurer's Good Offices Association (Alliance) and claim your reward to complete the quest.

But it was in the evening that we arrived in Alberta, and the sun sank while we were in the process.

I'm tired, and reporting to the Adventurer's Good Offices Association (Guild) will be fine tomorrow.

I'll get confirmation from everyone.

They all spoke in favour.

"Well, let's go inside and pack first."

"Hey, let's have dinner when I get my stuff. I'm so hungry."

"I'm hungry, but I want to take a bath,"

"I agree with Chris, too. I knew it would be the limit to wipe your body with hot water on a long quest."

Speaking of which, Reese had Shea wipe her back with hot water and other towels at night, before she went to bed. Inside the invisible carriage, of course.

Let's just say I was seen as a husband privilege.

But there is one strange thing.

"But Shea shouldn't be able to bathe or wash on long journeys. You're always clean. Is there any trick or even some kind of wisdom in life?

I'm not even getting one dirt stain on the maid clothes Shea is wearing right now. It was like freshly grated made-up clothes.

Shea assures me of my doubts without changing her expression.

"If you insist, that's right... because I'm a maid"

No, no, what's that?

Shea is that one, isn't she? If you say so, there's a verse you think I'll shut up.

Shea corrects the dialogue if my dissatisfaction has been conveyed.

'Cause he's a maid of honor.'

... I'm not stuck anymore.

"Master Lute, which way would you like to stay? I think Master Lute deserves a nice place to stay."

Maya pointed to a luxury store where the wealthy stay.

The nostalgia is warm enough because we defeated a lot of heavy rocks at Harbor Street Heidingsfeld and collected demonic stones. There's a bath here for every room, and you won't have to go outside to get a meal on the ground floor.

It also saves time moving outside.

"Well, it's a hassle to choose between here and here."

Adopt Meyer's opinion and decide on a place to stay.

We dived into the doors of luxury stores.

But I wasn't very lucky tonight.

Both the luxury shops Maya showed and the other two common lodgings were turned down at full capacity.

All the lodgings Mr. Gigi had last stayed in were also buried.

Apparently, there are butterfly spiders across the road to Harbor Street Heidingsfeld.

It seems that merchants, adventurers and others are stopping at the streets ahead of Alberta because of other demons wandering in the herd.

As a result, every inn is full.

"Master Lute, let's do it. Do you want to eat first?

"No, the more time passes, the fewer inns you can stay in. First, secure the inn. I don't want to get too close, but let's find a lower rank than the usual inn"

Usually, it's a little more inn than the inside.

Of course, for a reason, it is clean, safe, mostly at this level, it has a small but narrow bath.

Kechi enters a cheap inn, gets tangled up in a break-in robbery, chimps, attacked by kidnappers, etc., and I don't want to lie down on a sheet saying 'how many days ago did I wash it' to stay in a corner inn is a affair.

That's why I usually stayed in a little priceless inn, but I can't replace my belly on my back. I've been tired of camping & night sentinels for ten days, and I don't want to sleep in the right city square.

We give up the front street lodging and choose a slightly more dangerous path on the back street.

I immediately discovered a lodging.

The appearance is blurry and the dirt is noticeable.

The sign in the inn also came off one hardware, and it's going to fall off now.

Another three houses next door are so-called shops that handle the desires of men - whorehouses, where demonic magic light leaks through the doors of the stores and women's demonic voices are heard.

Mr. Gigi wrinkles over his nose.

"Are you sure you want to stay here? Chris, it's a little too much for your lady to stay. - No, it doesn't look good."

Mr. Gigi glances at the whorehouse.

He doesn't like the boredom of the inn either, but he can't allow there to be a whorehouse right on his side.

Mr. Gigi is still overprotective against Chris.

"For now, I just wish I could stay tonight. When it's tomorrow, let's go around and look for vacancies. I'm just tired today..."

'I'll be fine.' Cause I don't care. '

He said the same thing.

"... ok. I'll see if the room is empty. Wait a minute."

Mr. Gigi enters the lodging room, convinced by Chris' unacceptable shooting.

The entrance to the inn is too small for everyone to come in and check.

While they are checking, I observe a stalking whorehouse in my spare time.

I don't want to go in there... I'm scared of everything, and I have a cute wife x 4 + daughters (tentative).

I'm just a little interested because I'm a man!

A man would understand! Hey!

I could immediately notice the anomaly thanks to it.

Something seems to have begun to haunt men and women in the whorehouse.

A woman with ears pops out of the store.

Afterwards, an adventure-style man came out chasing his sword down from his waist.

I go out in front of my daughters to protect them.

I laid my hands on the USP I was lowering to my hips just in case.

Shea will be next to me at some point and will be in the same position to protect the leashes behind her.

Men and women start to fly their anger without worrying about their surroundings.

Men scream more in tears.

"Why not!? We spent that morning in the same bed whispering words of love and vowing a future!?

"Oh, my God! I told you that was a sales talk! Don't be serious about playing!

"Were you playing with me?!?

"So! These stores are for paying to have fun with girls! How many times have I told you, you asshole!

"Then why did you happily receive my gifted necklace or ring! If it was a game, give it back!

"I can't. 'Cause I already sold that one"

I don't know... they're both terrible conversations.

In a way, it's trouble everywhere.

There is nothing wrong with the rubbing of this hand.

I usually watch out for secondary damage (not to get caught up in magic, flying tools, etc.) and ignore it - for some reason I couldn't help but notice the rubbing.

To be precise, I sound familiar to the voice of a woman arguing with a man. I don't know his face because of his hindsight, but he looks intensely familiar with his ears and long stretched pink hair, and I can't keep my eyes open.

"... what's all the fuss?

Mr. Gigi comes out of the inn.

I immediately noticed the men and women arguing.

The woman who was turning her back on us looked back and noticed the sound of the door coming out of the inn.

To the appearance of Gigi, who is so resilient to see, she broke her face.

I'm rushing over.

Thanks to you, I was able to see her from the front.

He's in his mid twenties, his back length is high for a woman, and he has enough breasts to classify him as a boob.

Camisole in thin fabric with clothes currently coming, adjusted to a length where critical underwear cannot be seen. Thanks to this, the luminous thick crotch is sparingly exposed to the night sky.

The hair color is pink and long and suits the ears well.

Camisole like underwear combined with razor ears, boobs, etc. is unusual color. I can see that this makes a man serious, not play.

And most importantly, it's her face that catches her attention.

Her face looked familiar.

He raised me and Snow until I was ten years old. Algio, he's an orphanage teacher in a small town called Hood!

Everyone but Mr. Gigi stops moving like time has stopped because of it.

"Hey brother, help me! He's in trouble because he's persistent."

Dr. Elle, dressed like a whore, hides behind Mr. Gigi's back.

"Holy shit! What the fuck! If I disturb you, I will not forgive you!

A man pulls out the sword he is lowering from his waist with one breath.

He wets his eyes with tears, runs blood and turns hostile.

Mr. Gigi was irritated by the attitude of the man,

"... a whip of wind tangled in my hand. Wind Whip (Wind Wip)"

The basic attack magic of the wind finely chops the blade part of the sword a man holds.

And a word...

"Get lost," I say.

The man compares his own sword to Mr. Gigi one or two times, and blues his complexion if his blood has fallen.

"Oh, remember!

Understanding that he was no match for Gigi, he left behind a small throwaway dialogue and ran away with his back to us.

Confirming that the man has completely left, Dr. Elle presses his chest against Mr. Gigi's arm and hugs him.

"Awesome brother! You're strong! You can't make a sword like that. You can't be a magician!

"... it's not a big deal"

Mr. Gigi is not proud at all, but rather tries annoyingly to keep his arm away from Dr. El. But she doesn't try to let go. Instead, she pushes a bigger, more shaped breast against Mr. Gigi.

"Brother, why don't you buy me a thank you for your help? Your brother would keep it cheap, wouldn't he?

"I don't want it. We're busy right now."

"Don't say that. My mouth technique and cock tightness have a reputation as Demon Continent 1. I'll make you feel better."

Dr. Elle... Dr. Elle is proudly selling himself in.

"I'm telling you I don't need it. Let go of me."

Mr. Gigi seemed really annoying, slightly abusively releasing Dr. El from his arms. But for her, that seems attractive to him, too.

There is a light in Dr. Elle's eyes that looks like a favorite color.

Dr. Elle has a carnivorous look on her face.

That Dr. Elle!

I'm too shocked to let go of consciousness at that point.

The last thing I heard was a shout from my worried daughters.