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

Legion Festival, Day 3.

Staff headquarters were occupied by the masked men, and there was an incident in which hostages were taken and caged.

But we also rescue the hostages safely and prevent indiscriminate terrorism.

The explosion of the box trap was also significant, thanks to the 8.8 cm anti-aircraft guns (8.8 Flak) and the band members, which were accepted as a form of performances to avoid poor confusion.

I'm so glad the dead didn't come out.

It's a shame we didn't see any gunplay on stage at Cowboy Cos by the Snows, but it could be human death or injury.

I'll have a chance to reveal it someday.

Vote by the customers - 'What was the best regiment at the Grand Festival?' The results are awaiting aggregation, but there are also the effects of this flashy stage, which means that PEACEMAKER (Peacemaker) is likely to take the lead in almost chisel.

We worked hard to avoid hostage rescue and indiscriminate damage, but it is still a pleasure to be evaluated in a visible way.

By the way, the ranking of the legions, gems and coal (Gem & Cole) to which Rizzlina belongs - seems to be at the bottom of the bluff.

Lizrina woke up, but seems emotionally unstable and frightened: 'We need to get married soon... be like that guy... ugh'. The third day didn't open the space because other Legionnaires are also shocked by the takeover of the masked men last night.

During the festival, the guests who visited the space said, 'Aren't there twenty?' They even say.

That golem was awesome, but the original stone of the demon stone etc was too plain......

At the end of the night, the festival finally gets time to interrogate the masked men who occupied the staff headquarters.

The location is one of the temporary accommodations where we are stopped.

There was one piece of furniture indoors, no windows. It's a big space. I don't have to worry about my voice leaking outside because of the thickness of the walls.

It was a room built for me to use as a warehouse or storage, but I left it because of the infinite storage of the lease.

I didn't expect to use it as an interrogation.

Why was it so late...... after the performance, I also cleaned up the 8.8 cm anti-aircraft gun (8.8 Flak), but I was surprised by the explosion at the festival venue and ran to see if there were any injuries or serious injuries.

He also ran around to investigate simultaneously and advise on whether there were any other similar box traps.

Of course, the festival staff was not enough, and our PEACEMAKER members worked together.

Thanks to this, the space could not be opened after the stage.

In the meantime, I really appreciate it because it means I'm almost at the top of the list on the ballot.

As a result of the investigation, there were no substitutes like box traps outside the staff headquarters.

"I can't make so many of those substitutes," Mayer said, but I'm relieved to get confirmation.

"But Maya helped me a lot this time. How to analyze and solve box traps. It was really helpful to bring in the band to play on stage, especially so quickly."

"There is no more joy in helping Master Lute!

"I'd also like to thank them later, are you still at the festival venue? If it wasn't for the inn, I'd be just like us, but I'd free up some space."

"Yes, no! Never mind! I will give them my full thanks! And don't worry about the inn! Because they have already left the venue!

Maya speaks out in a panic.

It's like you don't want to make contact with me and the band.

What the hell does Maya and the band have to do with this?

"Well, now we should give priority to their interrogation over that!

She hurriedly turns the spearhead to the interrogation of the masked men who are being held in front of her - former masked men who are now taking masks and exposing their faces.

Two of the three were racial, and the leader-like man was a dragon race.

Based on my last failure this time, I'm even checking my mouth.

The leader dragon race man answers on his behalf.

"Kuck, kill him!

It's like a female knight caught by a demon.

I'm just sick of being made a man.

"You can't do this anyway. First, we need to talk to the Omaes about the" leader "who's giving them instructions and why they're after Maya."

"Hmm! No matter how harsh you are tortured, there's no reason to talk about a great leader!

"Another great leader..."

Last night, the men I captured had a similar reaction.

You really have a lot of hope for that 'great leader'.

It's just that last night, unlike the men I captured, I was turning a slightly frightened glance at White in his presence.

After I realized what White looked like, I asked her to follow me because the men were showing fright and wondering if it would help me interrogate her...

I sneak up on White to make sure the men don't hear me because I care.

"That Mr. White, how do you know they're scared?

"No, there's no reason to think of it in particular..."

She leans her neck strangely.

Is it true...... This man is the highest peak of the ice system, "The Ice Witch," a magician s class. He is an elite among the elite as a mage, but spent a few days with him and understood he was a pompous person.

Snow is also an elite ice maker, but she's an asshole's daughter.

Will magicians who are good at the ice system be equally pompous, and did they also pompous their disciples similar to their teachers, or vice versa?

I think about something extra.

A man of leadership grins deeply at me like that.

"Come on... I honestly regret I didn't give you Maya. You turned us against the enemy. Even if we were to be killed on this occasion, a second or third assassin would be sent."

I know it's a threat, but I'm not scared at all that their previous words and actions are too dumb.

It's just depressing to think of someone like them coming towards us in the future.

Nevertheless, if I turned them over to Muir, I would certainly try to make him crack his mouth even if he did something 'better dead'.

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Look back at the entrance behind you.

From the entrance gap, there was a muir who complained with his eyes that he would hand over the men with a disastrous aura.

In this one case, we still haven't been able to identify the men's identities. Her pride is in the midst of being greatly hurt because of it.

Muir's eyes were complaining, 'Hand over your figure quickly'. I'm going to hang them in pride and let them crack the men's mouths, even if they're mean.

But now the Legion Festival - it's a festival.

It doesn't look good to bleed at a festival, the dead or tortured, and I don't want to let the injured out.

I can't just leave the guys like this...

Put your arms together and think about it.

I immediately thought of a certain figure.

I have a mean grin and talk to the men.

"I ask again, are you honestly going to tell me why you're after the leader or Mayer?

"Shit! I'll never break your mouth! Don't insult our loyalty, kid!

Everyone, including a man of leadership, finds a strong will in his eyes.

"Come on... let's see how much loyalty you have."

I accidentally leak a bad grin at the way I feel about my blame.

The men are only frightened for a moment by my mean laughter, but quickly regain their ready expression.

"You can try as much as you want. But no matter how much blame, how much hunger, how much torture we suffer, we never break our mouths!

"Blame bitterness? Hunger or torture? Oh, come on. You think you're gonna get that kind of raw eye? Then you'd better get rid of that consciousness. We're waiting for more than the Omaes think."

The men swallow saliva with a pressing look.

I gave them an abusive grin and affirmed myself.

"I'm going to send you to a healthy hell."

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After the Legion Festival, the next day.

Leaving the trail to the Rayalas, we headed all the way to the Demon Continent on the new airship Noah.

By the way, the aggregate results came out and PEACEMAKER (Peacemaker) won first place. Lizrina's legions came to the bottom.

I wish I had won the bet with her, but now that I'm in a hurry, Lizrina's dungeon will be when she returns.

But as far as I'm concerned, I plan to make a demand instead of grounding her.

When we reach the Demon Continent, we head straight to the Brad family at Chris's parents' house.

The person of interest is of course the husband.

I was interrogated before by pirate-style men on an isolated island where a 'black' lower organization exists.

This time, I will also talk about the situation and ask my husband to hand over twelve men who committed acts of terrorism at the Great Festival (please) and give them "muscle training" as he did to the pirate men.

Last time, the pirate man gibbered up in about an hour.

The men are unusually loyal this time, so I might have them for a day or so.

I tell my husband, "Please don't bother."

Sweat instead of blood.

Training instead of torture.

Instead of starvation or a crude meal, have them eat at least a glass of fine meat to grow muscles.

Here we go, fun, fun workouts!