Survival in Another World With My Master

After the speech, four executives, Silfi, me, and a few other refugees came together to hold a conference on countermeasures against gizmas. There are four new faces, one of which is the face I saw earlier.

"It's Jagila. He fought for the Royal Merinard Army."

I named Jagira the last cat woman to wear a slave collar around my neck. It's more like a leopard or a jaguar than a cat.

"It's Pilna. I belong to the same family as Jagila."

This is a small, slender girl with wings on both arms. Is it a species called Harpy? I feel like Mr. Cool with sharp eyes.

"It's Gerda. He fought as a heavy infantry in the Royal Merinard Army."

Gerda is as big a woman as Da Nang. I don't know what ear it is, but it has round, not so big beast ears. I don't see a tail either. Bears, huh? I feel a little relaxed, but my arms seem to be strong.

"It's Warg. He led a guard squad in the city of Tanto."

This is easy to understand. A dog or wolf beast man with a pin and a standing beast ear and a fuzzy tail. Compared to Da Nang and Gerda, they look small, but they're bigger and more wearing than me. If Jagira is of the speed type and Gerda is of the power type, then Warg is of the balance type.

"Like all ex-soldiers... there are a lot of women."

"Unlike humans, in the case of beasts, there is not much difference in physical abilities between men and women. There are a lot of racially diverse women."

I see.

Then there was the man who threw himself out of the Omit Wilderness as a matter of priority. There's no elf left... maybe one of them was captured. They said that there was a "demand" that was not comparable to a beast.

"Now, let's work out a specific defense plan... but before we do that, Koske, give it to me."

"Is that it? Copy that."

I removed three crossbows and twelve special bolts from the inventory and put them on the table where everyone was arriving.

"Is this a bow? I've never seen it before."

"It seems to be a crossbow. Koske, let me show you how to use it."

"Yes, sir."

I'll put logs a little further away, put on repaired iron helmets and armor, and make a distance. About 20 meters. Then attach the leg to the metal ring attached to the tip of the crossbow, pull the string with the back muscle strength, and set the bolt.

"Now we're ready to fire. Aim for the rest, pull this trigger and you'll be fired."

Briefly describe each mechanism of the crossbow and aim to fire the bolt. The crossbow bolt, which was fired with a sharp sound, hit the clay of the iron armor without aiming at it, and easily pierced the armor and penetrated deeply into the logs.

"The power is as you can see. Shooting doesn't work very well, but it's easy to handle. With a little training, anyone will be able to hit somewhat."

"That's what I mean. Try it out."

It was Jagila who first took the crossbow. Quick. The next thing I did was reach out to Isla. This way too. And five other people, except Silfi and Merti, before the last remaining crossbow... No, Pilna doesn't seem interested. I'm sure you can't pull the crossbow with that hand.

Four others, Danang, Cubi, Gerda and Warg, are watching the rest with interest. So I added one that I had and made it into two.

Well then, let's see.

Gerda takes the crossbow and hands it over to Warg. Cubi seems to have given up to Da Nang, who was watching the last one carefully for his hand.

"This is good. Can I keep pulling strings all the time?

Jagila seems to have fired something quick and skipped the question.

"If you leave it pulled for too long, it will be a burden on the string, and I think it will have a negative effect on the bow, but it will be fine if it is well maintained every battle."

"I see. But in this shape, it's easy to sniper and hide in the bush. It's also a powerful weapon, and it's a disgrace."

"The organization itself is not difficult. However, the bow is quite powerful even though it is small. I think we need a lot of skilled craftsmen to make a lot of this. And the cost of maintenance seems high."

Instead of shooting, Isla, who was carefully checking the crossbow, murmured and put the crossbow back on the table. She seems to have lost interest temporarily. Cubby secured the crossbow. That's a good point, this guy really is.

"Sure, it might be hard to get the numbers together without me. I think I'll have to do the maintenance."

Responding to Isla's point, remove an additional twelve bolts and place them at the edge of the table. Jagila scratched the bolt in half. Fast.

Well, I don't think it's going to be anything because the restoration itself will be easy to do at the forgery.

"But if we don't rely on Koske, we won't be able to manufacture or maintain it, so there's a problem as a weapon. I can't make it or fix it for one craftsman."

"In the long run, yes, but I don't think it's a problem if you use it in the short run. If you can provide some samples, can you study the actual object to create and maintain something similar?"

Da Nang and Merti seem to be discussing future operations.

It's a little hard to use in my drawings.

"I don't have a problem. But it's certainly much easier to handle than a bow. I think it will be easier for citizens without combat training."

Sylvie looked at everyone who was actively discussing crossbows with satisfaction. I decided to confront Sylvie with a little doubt.

"Hey, is there a problem with the gizma opponent at the height of that barrier?

"Yeah? What do you mean?

"No, there were worms in the world I lived in that resembled a gizma. They weren't that big and dangerous at all, but they were the ones that jumped out of nowhere. They were bugs like this, and if they succeeded, they jumped up to my face in one shot."

While saying this, I'll show you about the size with my thumb and index finger. If the gizma jumps even if it's not called an alley, it looks like it will be easily overcome by that barrier, which is only about 2.5 meters to less than 3 meters tall. At that height, I could jump with a command action jump.

"Oh, I see. Don't worry about it, they can't jump that high. Those tough hind legs aren't for jumping up, they're for rushing forward."

"Rushing? In that giant?

"Ah, on that giant. With its weight and hard crust on its shield, it rushes in with its back leg. A decent direct hit can also blow up heavily armed infantry defending with thick armor and shields. They're basically ambushing and attacking their prey, and that giant just popped out of the ground. The one who ambushes will fly."

"I see... that's why Sylphie never stood in front of us when we played the gizma the other day."

"Oh, yeah. If you stand in front of me, you'll be pushed in with great momentum. If we're going to fight them, we're going to have to go sideways. But it's not safe because it's flanking. They try to manipulate two tentacles growing from their heads to skewer, and if they get too close, they try to get caught in the rush. If you come near the buttocks, you'll stretch the poison needle out of your buttocks."

"Wow... where are we going?"

"That's wise. It would be best if we could get rid of it from a distance. I think it's better to use high power magic... let's think about it. If you jump high with that weight, no matter how sturdy the gizzard is, you'll be crushed and pecked."

"Is that so...?

Then I wonder if it is okay to penetrate with that weight, but that's what it is. If you're an expert in monster research, you might want to ask me a few questions.

While listening to Gizma's story from Sylvie like that, he shot up all the bolts he had prepared for the test, and the people who were testing the crossbow came back to the table.

"No, I like it. Well, it's not hard to handle, and it's powerful enough. What's the range?

"I don't know because I didn't have the opportunity to try it that far, but maybe I can aim for it up to about 50 meters. I think it would fly more than twice as fast, but I don't know about the power or the accuracy of the shooting."

Hmm, I think we should try this one.

Jagila is like a child who has been given a new toy. When I wore the slave collar, my face was also harsh and wild, but I might have an unexpectedly pretty personality.

"Princess, how long will this crossbow last?

"Koske, what do you say?

Sylphie, who was questioned by Da Nang, looks at us.

"Hmm, that's right. I think we can make 300 units with just the current materials. However, I don't like the stock of iron if I have a lot of arrows."

"Then I'll go mining tomorrow. 300 for the crossbow, including spare parts, would be enough?

"Yes, we don't know how durable it is, but it's not a substitute for breaking in ten or twenty shots. I think there are about 100 to 130 defense personnel, so I think 300 would be enough."

Um, well, make sure you make 300 Koske. I think it would be better to make as many arrows as possible... yes, the goal is 5000. "

"Five thousand... yeah, there's definitely not enough iron. In the meantime, priority should be given to the creation of a crossbow body. Bolts need to extract iron for tomorrow's mining, but we'll go ahead with mass production as soon as the materials are in."

"Do it. And leave everything you have for the operational exam."

"Roger that. I'll just make sure I get what I need, okay?

Sylphie nodded, so I left at least 30 bolts for me, and then released them all onto the table.

"... a long time ago."

"I think it's just under 200. Can you retrieve as much as you can?

"I know."

I'll tell Jagira that I'm reaching for the crossbow bolt right away, but are you sure you're listening? This gentleman.

"Captain Da Nang, I'm going to try him out."

It's getting dark soon.

"I have good night vision and fast feet, so I'm fine."

That said, Jagila grabbed her own arrow and ran towards the fence. She dropped off such a jagilla together and Da Nang sighed small.

"Well, that wouldn't be a rare thing. Two crossbows and 100 bolts are to be used for the endurance test. Then, Merty, you keep it under control."

"I understand."

"If you have any other missing equipment, metal products, or other supplies, put them together. Prioritize and report tomorrow. Don't think too much about whether or not you can make a costume, but list what you think is necessary. Is that good?"

"Sincerely,"

"Do as I say."

Danang nodded and Merty sparkled her eyes. Master, Master, isn't that what I'm saying to Merty? "Shit, you're smiling," she said. "Girls shouldn't smile."

"Me and Koske are going to meet the elders. As promised, I built a wall. Now it's your turn."

Silfi stood up from his seat with a sadistic smile. I'm sure I can handle it... but can I go with a rope? It was quite a strong impression.

That's a rare person, that's all.

"Of course. I didn't expect to build a barrier yesterday today. Silfi-chan won't be worried about this."

"Not yesterday, but the day before yesterday. Are you busy already?"

"It's not the Ayame of Words, it's the Baba of May."

"But at that height, you can't stop the gizzards, but you can't let the humans do it.

"The imminent danger is not gizma, so there's nothing wrong with that. In the first place, if you're a human opponent, you'll be stuck here when you're being attacked."

That's true too. Outside the woods, from the end and from the woods. "

I visited the assembly hall straight away, but the elders are as bad as ever. Because we're talking machine guns, there's no gap between me and Sylphie.

"Oh, that's how you keep your promise."

"That's right, that's right. Sylvie, what did you say?

"Aren't you still busy? It's Gonta."

"It's not up to you to be busy. It's not Koske."

"Oh, that's right. It was Koske. Anyway, if they've accomplished their mission brilliantly, then it's time for them to keep their promises."

Sure. Turn twenty skilled Spirit Archers into Gizma Interceptors. "

I leaned my neck to the number of twenty and whispered to Silfi, who was quietly silent.

"Hey, is it a reasonable number to say 'pretty cuisine' to twenty people?

"The Spirit Archer is an elf soldier who is good at putting Spirit Magic on an arrow and releasing it. If there were twenty of them, they would work for two hundred human bowmen."

"Isn't it too blowing to work enough for a boulder?

"Arrows accelerated by wind magic fly more than twice as fast as ordinary arrows, and spirited arrows scatter destructive forces at the point of impact. I'll do enough for a human archer."

"Wow...."

In other words, it looks like a Grenade soldier with an effective range of several hundred meters. I'm sure that sounds strong. There are only magical worlds with boulders, and some of them seem a little inconceivable on Earth.

"Tomorrow, I'll send you to Da Nang, the host of the refugees, and use it well."

When Elder Lori said so, the elders nodded as well. This is the end of the meeting, or Sylphie got up, so I get up the same way.

"Thank you. Now, if you'll excuse us, we'll be ready."

"Oh, that's right. If we're going to have a good time, it's bad to keep the candles going for a long time."

"Ho-ho, Sylvie's kid must be a pretty baby. I'm looking forward to it."

"It's going to be tough every night, Koske. I'll get you some medicine by the time you get here."

"It's not because a pale white man can shoot many times without pulling out his elf. If we're going to use human corkscrews, do we have to hold back a little bit?

"It's going to be okay. Sylvie's not a tough kid either."

"Shh, shh, shh, shh! Let's go, Koske!

Hi Yoro Condé!

After that, I followed Silfi, who was startled by the elders who had begun to talk indecently. Are they the ones who can't live without teasing Silfi? It's my job to forgive Sylvie for being in a bad mood! Oh, come on!

There is no one who pisses off his shoulders and stands in the way of Silfi walking with the Zunzun. It's like suicide already. It's like throwing yourself in front of a runaway train. That's why I'm here.

"I want to talk to you, filthy... gobba!?

There he is. And you've been hit brilliantly. My fist is stuck in my face and I'm in the "I can't see the front" state, but is it alive?

"Next time you talk to me, I'll kill you."

Isn't it too late?

There is a lot of blood coming out of the broken nose. If you stay like that, you'll die of breathlessness.

"Shit, it's an obstacle to making."

Sylphie muttered something and waved her arms to repair the face that had become terrible when the ball of light flew to the pathetic victim. Don't ignore it here. Your husband is quite gentle around healing properly.

"Phew, it clears my mind a little bit by hitting an idiot. By the way, what the hell was he trying to say?

I don't know.

My husband beat me up before I told him what I was talking about. Well, the way you call it "filthy" sounds like a disgrace to Silfi, and I think you deserve it.

"Well, I don't have time for small things like this. Stay close to the edge of the road."

"Jesumam"

Drag the fallen elf man to the edge of the road. Ah, there he is. That's what Sylphie called me, Nate. I mean, the one who threw me out in front of the refugees who turned me into a mob. Yeah, you deserve it. I want you to return to the dirt as it is.

"What the hell does that Nate have to do with Sylvie?

"... because I'm like a parent's vendetta to him."

I see?

"It's not like I can talk on foot, and it's not funny to hear. If you say so, I'll talk to you. You want to hear it?

"No, I don't think so. Let's go home and have a good time."

"Ah!? Here, here... don't do it in public. I'm your master and you're a slave.

Sylphie smiles with a relieved face as she holds the back of my hand. Yeah, it's a lie I'm not interested in, but I wouldn't bother wearing back Silfi's past. Whatever happened in the past, if only Sylphie was cute now.