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

Since I became friends with Alto, I have met him about once a month to talk to him.

The location is set and within the castle of Mertier.

Drink tea indoors, on the terrace, in the courtyard and discuss recent developments.

Because we are new to each other, as an implicit understanding, we started with an easy to understand relationship.

You're going to step in from me today. [M]

Set up a tea party set in the courtyard and talk as usual.

I made a request to him.

"You know... I need a favor from Alto..."

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He does not put his mouth on the cup he carried to his mouth and returns it to the saucer.

I feel the heavy pressure exerted on my surroundings has increased due to further pointing my sharp gaze.

Still a short relationship, but he's not mad.

I'm just trying to figure out what kind of demands my first friend makes.

Rather, that's what makes him smile.

"... what's funny. If you have a request, say it quickly."

"Sorry, sorry. Actually, I need you to put me on the back of the dragon that Alto is following."

At the next top of the world's oldest Legion (Legion) Kurihara (01), he, Alto, a magician S-class certainty, said, "When you capture a demon and give it its own magic, the demon becomes its own user demon. If you give magic to the demon while portraying an even more imagined figure, you can degenerate the figure just like that '.

As a result, we are accustomed to numerous demons.

Even when you come to Mertier, you're on a dragon like the one in the story.

When I dropped him off, I saw him every time but honestly envied him.

Alto looked at my request like he ate a shoulder blush. [M]

"... is that all you need? I was wondering if they would want me to kill my political enemy's brother."

I have a belly brother under the age of three.

High status for both mother and second lady.

Assuming I was born a little late, it was possible that my brother would be the first prince and in the future the throne.

That's why the Second Lady wants to put her own son on the throne, and she's plotting things behind her back?

But it's hard to say that it's working.

I myself have achieved results in my internal affairs, and the top magician A is almost certain of strength.

It is almost impossible to chase them down, but those who do not want to see reality will never look directly at that reality.

It is difficult to have a single rock if the tissue becomes huge again.

There are forces that do not feel comfortable with me, and they are joining hands with you.

Honestly, I was sick of dealing with them, too.

Alto, who was sensing the signs, apparently dreamed that he would be asked to kill his real brother.

I'm not as bloody sick of asking you to kill my brother because I'm sick of how much you are.

I rather think about that and in some cases smile bitterly at Alto for trying to execute it.

"Damn, what kind of eyes does Alto usually see me in?"

"Right... I don't have a grasp. I'm supposed to be in front of you, but sometimes I don't feel like I'm here. I wouldn't be surprised if Omae disappeared."

Alto gives his opinion sincerely, with a serious look on his face.

I didn't expect to get a serious response, and it came in the form of an impression.

His words stab him deeply, unexpectedly.

I still have nightmares of my past life.

'This power... if I could return to my previous life while I could use magic, I would be able to avenge it' is often considered.

Mind - No, the soul remembers the past.

I guess that's why Alto said such a dialogue earlier.

"... you wanted to ride the dragon. To that extent, it doesn't matter. Follow me."

Alto speaks out and takes a seat to care of me, who is hardened and unable to move.

He's afraid of others because of his difficult face and abilities, and he's a step toward it, but he's not what he looks like.

I smile and thank him for his care. [M]

"Thank you, Alto"

"I told you I don't mind the extent to which you put it on the dragon"

Are you aware of my intentions to thank him or not, he answers and goes to the place where he is waiting for the dragon.

I laughed bitterly at that back and followed Alto.

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"Wow......!

I am now flying in the sky with Alto on the back of the dragon he is traveling on. [M]

The dragon is as big as a two-story house in a Western dragon.

Thanks to you, there's plenty of room for two kids on board.

The color is called red 'Red Dragon'. "What is a dragon? 'It is a standard species that anyone who is a resident of this other world would imagine first.

He was waiting for the return of the Lord, as the dragon on which Alto was sunbathing in the vast garden in the castle.

Because of being kept, I also felt somewhere loving rather than ferocious.

"Wow, it's expensive. I can't believe the castle or the city is going to be that small."

"Naturally. You're flying."

Alto's tone is as sharp as ever, but he manipulates the dragon to make it easier for me to look under his eyes.

He's a really sweet guy who doesn't look good.

In my last life, I've never been on a plane or anything flying in the sky.

Because I've never traveled with my family.

But I can see that dragon flights are different from previous life planes, helicopters, and balloons.

A view with no cheeks, feelings or blocks to cut the wind.

The smell of the sky, the warmth of the sunlight - including in previous life, fresh surprises I've never experienced penetrate my entire body.

"Beautiful. The world was so big and beautiful..."

Words come out of nature and mouth.

Alto didn't say anything to disturb my emotions, he was dedicated to steering the dragon.

Really he's a good guy.

I fall in love with the world silently for a while.

I almost cried out for so much beauty.

(... Enough about the last life. I'm in such a beautiful world right now)

It was really hell in my previous life.

Still enough to have nightmares at night.

But literally in a different world, it happened in the past.

There is no way back to Earth.

Forget it and live in this beautiful world...... thats the happiest thing.

I wipe my floating tears with my sleeves.

"Thanks, Alto...... Thanks"

He took the attitude that he could not be heard by the wind cut noise and showed no reaction.

I still squirm naturally. [M]

"Thanks"

My thanks still seem to have vanished in the sound of the wind.

At the same time, I was struck by the beauty of the reborn world.

If this world is in a reborn position now, I wonder if we can live a whole different life than we did in previous life.

But I completely forgot.

The world is beautiful.

But beauty alone does not make the world.

At the same time it possesses cruelty.

A few days later - I know what that means with my own hands.

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A few days after the dragon flight.

My father, King Mertier, will take me to the cellar.

The deepest underground place in this country.

Beyond a number of guard soldiers and confirmations, open heavily iron doors aided by witchcraft.

The location we traced was the information room.

It is about the size of a classroom, with bookshelves lined up neatly between walls, or empty.

Table between sofa and center. There is no other piece of furniture in particular.

According to my father's story, thick iron is also laid on the walls, floors and ceilings, and magical treatment is carried out?

He affirmed that there was no more severe place in the great Meltia than here.

My father takes a few books from the bookshelf and places them on a table between the couches.

I sat on the couch pinching the table and facing each other.

And my father explains the 'true history' of this world.

A heavenly god was murdered by six direct disciples.

Of the six, five devote themselves to brutality known as the Demon King.

Our ancestors, the five brave men, joined forces with the last disciple to defeat and seal the demon kings.

At the end of the day, the ancestors fail to plan the murder of their disciples who do not know when to storm like the other demon kings.

The last disciple lives on the demonic continent.

This is the truth about The Demon King lurking on the Demonic Continent.

Since then, the brave men of the other five races have cooperated with each other to preserve the world's peace.

Hachihara (01) is also a cooperative organization, and if there were anyone who wanted to explore true history, someone who knew, it was arranged to bury him in the dark.

In addition to running the state, the king of Meltia also carries a mission to stabilize the world.

As the next king, I want you to be aware of the truth and protect the world from an early age. [M]

So now that you're ten, you think this is how you told the truth about the world?

I guess it's like a kind of imperialism.

But I have a strong interest in a certain point over true history, peace and order in the world.

(Divided from the divine nucleus to the magic nucleus, followed by the magic nucleus. Then isn't it possible to do the opposite?

There is no reason why we can split up and not integrate again.

If there is a way to do this, and you can have the nucleus of God...

(If God's power holds, I can go home. original world with power - to Earth)

If I can go home with my strength, I can avenge it.

To the hell that tormented me, he thought I was a school, a family, a fighter, a classmate, a friend - only with the power of God could I avenge all that world!

I can avenge myself unilaterally, thoroughly, and cheatfully. If we could avenge it, we could get out of the nightmare, out of the trauma, out of the inferiority!

My father has something in his mouth, but it doesn't come in my ear.

Only revenge on a previous life blows like a storm in my head.

How did I know this...

'Pandora's Box' packed with all sorts of disasters.

In that box, why was' hope 'in it?

In previous life stories, we often gave positive interpretations, as in 'even if people were exposed to disaster, they were putting them together so that they could hope to the end'.

But I don't think so.

Hope is a disaster, so they put it in Pandora's Box.

It doesn't taste as sweet and desperate as I hope.

Even the earlier hopes of the needle are so powerful to drive people crazy that no drugs can even reach beneath their feet.

I've tasted that desperate thing many, many times in my previous life.

"Someday my friends, teachers, family, classmates, the world will help me," I believed. But many times, many times, I was betrayed.

I know the taste of hope. [M]

Taste bitter, iron smell, despair.

On this day, I remember not only that the world was beautiful, but that it was cruel everywhere.

That day, I was possessed by Hope.