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

I was still working on paperwork in the office today.

The non-lethal weapon (NLW) took some form, so I later asked Maya & Luna to work on it.

I'm not in a position to focus solely on weapons development.

"Mr. Lute, may I have a word?

After the door knocks, Muir shows his face.

Sure she should have gone to HQ due to the origin (01) issue, but was she coming back?

"Tired. I was just gonna take a breath, so I'm fine."

"That was just fine. As a matter of fact, Lance Mertier, Mertier's next king candidate via Ten Ron, told me that he wanted to say hello to Mr. Lute."

Ten Ron is a dragon race, mage a negative.

He is the former head of the Dragon People's Continental Branch and is now asked to serve as a compiler for the headquarters of Kurihara (01).

Someone who interacts closely with Muir.

And Meltia is the largest nation in the demonic continent.

It's also my birthplace in this world, a nation that crushed the Kingdom of Keslan - I don't remember myself as a baby, so there's no special grudges or anything.

But now that they say 'hello', I think I can't help but feel a little bit better and doubt it.

"... what do you think of Muir? I can't believe I said hello at this time."

Asked Muir, who is entrusting the diplomatic and intelligence departments of PEACEMAKER (Peacemaker).

She smiles and mouths her opinion.

"You think Lance Mertier and Altrius, who was originally the former head of Harahara (01), have been friends for years? But I was wondering if it was hard to think that you said you wanted to say hello or something for his hatred. It's just risky to be hostile to us for breaking that origins (01), and it's not beneficial. And if you're after Mr. Lute's life to take the enemy, I don't think it makes sense for you to ask the pros to do it directly."

Convinced by Muir's words.

It's hard to believe that a prince, the next king candidate of a great power, will be targeting my neck as a direct assassin.

I myself, to the extent that I have heard rumors - the prince seems to be a brilliant magician and someone with the qualities of an exchanger.

No matter how many friends such opponents were murdered, they wouldn't be the type to put the country and friends on the scale.

"The opponent is the prince of the great Meltia. You can't say no. Can I ask you to set me up for a face-to-face meeting at any time?

"Rather, thank you. Now you don't have to smash Ten's face."

Oh, sure, if I say no here, will I smash Ten's face?

Plus he is now the virtual top of the orihara (01).

If you say no, the table won't be hostile to us, but it won't be funny.

Don't make any adjustments.

"Yes, I've been entrusted"

When Muir replied with a smile, she told him that she would come back later to exchange opinions and adjust the date and time before coming to the report.

And about a month later, the day of face-to-face meeting with the great Meltia, the next king's candidate, Lance Meltia, falls apart.

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The day Lance Mertier, the next king's candidate, dropped the PEACEMAKER headquarters.

The escort maids, Shea's troops, were busy moving around in the morning.

I'm not intent on 'fully escorting me on suspicion of a possible assassination' because the prince of a quasi-enemy country has arrived (although I would be careful about that, of course).

With the coming of the substantial top of the great Meltia, I'm just making a final confirmation so that I can respond well without being ridiculed.

I have also been forced by Shea to continue wearing the same day's clothes for about ten days.

She said that when she came forward in a similar new garment on the same day, she would be treated as a country man with a good look. It seems that from time to time clothes of this magnitude are used to making appeals.

I mean, you don't want to be dressed in clothes, you want to dress in the wind.

For that reason, I used to wear the same day's clothes through my sleeves for about ten days.

I put my sleeves through the clothes I was used to wearing for the day and leaked a light sigh of sigh.

"I think it's okay with my usual clothes..."

"No, young lady. Now PEACEMAKER is the top legion (Legion) that has defeated Original Plains (01). Because the young man is its leader, he will not be treated as the person who should look good."

Shea doesn't stop checking out the costumes I'm wearing and complains.

I finally get OK from Shea after being checked into my hair, eyebrows and ears.

She's usually faceless, but she's kind of overflowing with a sense of interaction. I head out into the hallway, breathless on my collar.

They're already in the guest room.

I'm taking Shea and the other escort maid to the guest room.

On the verge of reaching in front of the guest room, one of the escort maids leaves first and stands in front of the door.

Shea checks my outfit again and then nods silently to her men.

After she nodded too, she knocked slowly at the door.

Measure the timing and open the door while exploring the signs of the person who is indoors.

There was a beautiful man in the guest room and a person who had hidden his face and body from his head with a soothing cape, standing behind him on the couch where he sat.

It is a much more unusual outfit for an entourage of the great prince.

The beautiful man didn't care about this reaction or anything, he got up off the couch and welcomed me with a smile.

"I've always wanted to see you since I first met you, Sir Gunsmith. I'm Race, Mage A Plus, Lance Mertier."

"Thank you for your kindness. PEACEMAKER Team Leader, Race, Lute Gunsmith."

Finish greeting each other and sit face to face on the couch.

Place the incense tea that Shea sometime finished brewing in front of the two of us.

When they finish handing out the incense tea, they stand at the wall, away from this one.

He kills his breath as if it were a conditioner and stood up to erase the signs.

Isn't that closer to an assassin than a maid?

For now, leave Shea and the others alone, and I will observe Lance Mertier again.

He is about 180 cm tall.

He's tall, but he doesn't feel 'fit'. Is it because the blonde hair is stretched to her back and her face is so neat that she mistakenly sees her as a woman?

He is smiling with a constant lack of grasp again.

However, the frigidity and unreliability were free of fine dust, creating a kind of charismatic atmosphere that attracted people.

Is this Lance Mertier, who is seen as the next King Mertier sure?

... but why not? It's supposed to be the first time we meet. Somehow I get a sense of ready-to-see on him.

It's like meeting someone you miss for the first time in decades.

Lance doesn't realize this confusion and cuts out the story with a friendly smile.

"Thank you for making time out of your busy schedule. I really wanted to hear from you sooner, but there's something about you that's less freedom. I beg your forgiveness for my tardiness."

"Such a big deal. Instead, you came all the way from afar where you should be distracted to greet me from here. Isn't it natural to welcome them?"

"I'd appreciate it if you said that. There's one more thing I'd like you to take off the maids' seats, if possible. There's something I don't want you to hear."

"... rest assured. They are excellent maids. I won't say anything else about what I've heard here."

For a moment, he said, "Is Shea and the others in the way because of the assassination? 'and the suspicious reaction was delayed.

I manage to smile and respond amicably.

Lance tells this answer with a vague look on his face that makes him laugh sorry.

Cold scares ran through my head to my toes in that dialogue.

"I don't mind if I stay myself, but I was wondering if the scandal was bad for Mr. PEACEMAKER (Peacemaker). 'Cause' I want to help people in need and those who seek salvation ', was it? A captain with such a slogan ran away abandoning a friend who was being jerked off behind a school building - wouldn't it be a lot worse if they found out?

"- Huh!?

How the hell does this guy know about my last life!?

Even Lara, who has the power of "Predictive Dreams," can't possibly know it's not from her previous life.

The only ones who know that must be the parties who were there.

No way - he's in front of me right now...

"Shea...... I'm sorry, will you take your seat off? Make sure no one gets in this room until I give them permission."

"... Yes, sir."

Slight rounds.

But Shea leaves the room with her men without defying this instruction.

Once again, I turned to Lance, who sat on the front couch.

He still has a smile with no grasp.

After Shea and her maids graciously left the room and made sure the door was completely closed - Lance spoke sooner than I opened my mouth.

"... you're finally out of the way. You don't have to pretend to be someone else. Oh, you don't like altered language because you're tired. Long time no see, Horida-kun (...). Is it the first time in decades? I never thought I'd be reincarnated into this world until you."

Even though his appearance, race, back length, and voice are different, he understands exactly who he is with rough speech and tricks.

Not to mention his forehead, but a shocking cold sweat flowed from his entire body, and I spoke with an unconsciously trembling voice to squeeze out his - previous life's name.

"Takaji..."

In my previous life, I went to the same private high school with a friend who had been jerked off by Somas.

When I advanced to high school in two years, I was freed from figs because I was the only one with a split class.

As a result, Somas' spearheads are directed at one Tanaka.

And I witness the scene behind the school building where Tanaka is being jerked off by Somas.

Tanaka noticed me and turned to me for help.

But Somas got scared and I ran away. As a result, Tanaka hanged herself that night.

After that, I was reincarnated into the other world.

I vowed to be strong in this world because I would never do anything like when I abandoned Tanaka again.

I vowed to be courageous, to help those in need, if anyone ever asked for help.

That's the least I can do for Tanaka.

... But I couldn't imagine that Takaji Tanaka, the person in question, was reborn into this other world just like me.

Contrary to my stunned and bewildered, guilty face squirting out of my chest, Lance - no, Tanaka,

"Good. You remembered. That's right. Takaji Tanaka (...) that you abandoned. It's been a really long time."

He revealed himself with a refreshing smile like a breeze blowing through the plateau.