Maou Gun Saikyou no Majutsushi wa Ningen datta

Looking down at the city through the window of Ivaris' office, one Dwarf artisan after another creeps through the castle gate.

They all carry large baggage on their little bodies.

Probably a business tool.

They Dwarves are bought the dexterity of their hand and treasured as artisans everywhere.

Among them, a selection of dwarves have come all the way to a country town like this, so I have to thank Gunter.

Looking down the window at the sight, Satti raised a strange voice.

"Mr. Dwarves will come one after the other."

"Oh," I reply.

"But it's strange that so many people, other than Mr. Dwarf, and human beings, are getting together."

Satti points her finger through the window.

There was a merchant there with a barrel in his carriage.

"It's probably a bunch of Dwarf craftsmen, and the merchants who purchased the information came to my ears."

The merchant's information network is not insulting.

Step on it and you'll be right there.

If this creates a new industry, the merchants will look at it and bring what they want.

"Amazing. This is how the city gets richer."

"If people get together, they can make rice balls and rice balls, they can process livestock, they can make ham and bacon, they can make liquor, and they can provide it in stores."

"That's what your husband used to say about primary and secondary industries."

"That's the thing. If they were all farming, no one would be able to do any other jobs, right?

"Yes, it is."

"So it's better to have as few people working in agriculture as possible. I wish I could harvest more crops in fewer people, to be precise."

"So the rest of us can make things and open stores."

"That's what I'm talking about"

Precisely speaking, I'd rather make that stuff in a handful as well.

If they can make a lot of things in small numbers, they can do other things.

That way the country flourishes, culture develops and industry promotes it.

That's how civilization evolves.

"... is that too exaggerated"

It's a world of war now.

The destination of people freed from labor may still be 'soldiers'.

If we are to build a peaceful time like Sati wants, we must first have those soldiers unemployed.

That would make the world easier to spend than it is now.

When I thought of it that way, I heard a knock on the office door.

Dong Dong!

This rambling beating would be Oak's staff Giron.

I'll let you in.

"Sir, it's tough."

You must be in trouble for everything, I wanted to be sarcastic, but it's troublesome, so I said, "What? Answer."

"The mass production of a guy named Iron Gun is on track, but there's a problem."

"Problem? Was mass production of screws still difficult?

"No, I'm not."

"So you're on gunpowder? After all, is it faster to find and produce nitrous stones than to synthesize them..."

"No, still not. Lord Gunter says it's harder to make bullets."

"Oh, the bullet."

I totally forgot.

He was captured by all the gunpowder and screws and completely forgot who the bullet was.

Fire rope guns and gunpowder alone do not make sense as weapons.

If you don't make a bullet, it's literally just an iron cylinder.

"A bullet is that round little one, right? Is it hard to make?

Satti asks modestly.

I'll be honest.

"Pretty hard"

"But can you do it if you wrap it round with your hands like you make meat dumplings?

"Does Satti have the courage to wriggle a bright red chunk of iron with her hands?

I joked and said, Satie shook her neck sideways when she blabbed, "Well, you can't do that".

These places in Sati are really cute.

I guess you take everything truly and imagine it.

"Well, I guess the easiest thing is to make a template."

"Is it a template?

Satti asks.

"A template is an object that becomes a big book to make when you make the same thing, I wonder if that's okay. Make a big book and pour iron into it. Used to make swords and spears."

There are as much boulders in this other world as there are in the technology of the template, but it would be difficult for Sati to understand.

"So, sir, would you just ask Lord Gunter to make a template?

"Hmm, that would be nice"

I'm worried.

Probably making screws now, making a barrel full of hands.

I didn't want Gunter to go through any extra trouble right now.

Besides, with this world's template technology, it should be hard to make something close to a true sphere.

If it's a slightly distorted ball, ballistics become a mess.

The point is that the hit rate is going to be worse.

That doesn't make much sense.

As a matter of urgency, I decided to make a tower.

"Is it a tower? Does that have anything to do with bullets?

"Yes. If you make it, you'll see. Make it quick."

Giron admitted yes, he started making arrangements at best.

A few weeks later, a simple tower made of wood can be raised.

I ordered my men to pour down a drop of hot, melted lead from above it.

Then, while falling through the air, the air resistance causes the lead to cool and to solidify in a circular state.

I won't go into detail around here because it's a field of physics, but the people who see the sight will be engulfed in excitement.

"Oh Lord Ike has done a miracle again!

"It's like magic!

Praise comes from the people who were watching this sight, but for now it seems that knowledge from previous life has helped again.

It's science, not magic or anything.

I thought so, but it's also useful to mislead the city's residents here.

If you assume that I have the unwitting power of intelligence, that makes less disobedience.

I'm not willing to rule my inhabitants with fear, but I also have trouble being insulted.

My grandfather used to say that, too.

"I wish others would be afraid of me. Don't be a fearful person."

and -.

As far as the reaction of the city's inhabitants is concerned, you would be right to have made bullets in public.

Politics and governance are also about performance.

Staring at the people of the city with such certainty, Giron came for a small run.

"Sir, the captain is here for you."

Giron says so with his breath out.

Apparently it's an important matter.

"... Something went wrong."

I squeal like that in my mouth.

That guy is free, so sometimes he calls me in just because, and sometimes he suddenly uses metastatic magic without any meaning.

But if it's really important, and if it's official, use regular procedures.

Use the demon or the messenger.

Calling me in a formal way would mean that there has been a problem with the size of the legion.

For the first time in a long time, I made my way to Valenzelle, Sephiro's castle.