The Villainess Will Crush Her Destruction End Through Modern Firepower

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Miss Villain Warrant is headed for herb collection.

Well, we came from Teito to the herb collection place by carriage.

Precisely in front of the herb collection point. The herbs are in the woods, and it is your task to proceed carefully through the woods with the warcraft, and to fetch the herbs.

"Well, as usual, then. I'm in the lead, Petra's in the center, Ernesta's in the rear."

"Students are with me."

I see. Back and rear stiffened with avant-garde, with Mr. Petra monitoring the sides.

Then I'd like another member of this party. Mr. Petra will have a hard time checking both sides, too. If you want to organize two pairs of four two-man cells, you can proceed while monitoring all directions.

Well, what am I going to say about the number of members and tactics of this party, and I'll leave that to the judge of the leader, Mr. Gertrude.

"Mandrake, where are you going?

"Oh. In information. Well, there's no way that Mandrake Suddenly gets all taken away in that swarm of land, so it's gonna be okay."

"What about the adventurer who came before taking it all?

"That's against the rules. It is forbidden to take all herbivores except in emergency situations. He's the one with the implicit understanding. I will not do anything to uproot the flock for the next adventurer and for our next coming self."

Hmm. I thought the adventurers were a bunch of rough guys, but they're surprisingly nature conservationist or companion.

... I guess it's not for the spirit that I always run into a warcraft in a place called "The Adventurer's Guild is taking care of it"... Glad to see more herbs, but more warcraft is dangerous.

"It's time for a flock of dough. Whatever comes out, don't freak out."

As Mr. Petra tells me, I nod and check what I hold in my hand.

Machine guns. Using large-calibre ammunition means that most enemies can handle it. I have 600 rounds of ammunition in my back. I'm also preparing a shotgun, just in case.

It's super-heavy. Normally, Brad Magic amplifies and maintains muscle strength where it crumbles due to the weight of the luggage. I'm shocked my body's getting a little muscular lately because of all that stuff.

"Get down. There's something here."

That's what Mr. Gertrude tells us, and we give in to the bushes.

"Is that…… Wyburn?"

At the end of Mr. Gertrude's gaze were six warcraft with blue scales. Fantasy is a familiar Wyburn. That's six of them, they were in the Mandrake herd. No, I'm not just here, I look like I'm building a nest.

"It's Wyburn with kids. Trouble again."

"Is it troublesome to have children?

I ask even though Mr. Petra is foolish.

"He's fiercer than a normal Wyburn. To protect the child. Besides, the child is attacked relentlessly. Each person can be killed lightly if they are about that size. Hey, you're a pain in the ass, right?

"Hmm. That sounds troublesome."

Two large Wyburns are light truck sized and four smaller Wyburns are bicycle sized. Both would be big enough to kill humans.

"So what do we do here?

"Well. What do we do, Gertrude?

Mr Petra throws my question to Mr Gertrude.

"Do it. This one has a magician this time, and we're going to be pretty far from the Empire City when we head from here to another swarm of flocks. I want to avoid unnecessary expenses"

When Mr. Gertrude told him so, he pulled out the claymore on his back.

"Ernesta and I hold our enemies in the avant-garde. In the meantime, Petra and Astrid, you need to knock the attack in from the rear. It would be helpful if you could cook it round."

"Leave it to me."

Now it's your turn, machine gun.

"That tool, what is it?

"It's a magical weapon."

The details are a secret.

"Okay, let's go!

Mr. Gertrude and Mr. Ernesta jump out of the bush, and me and Mr. Petra follow.

"Ohhhhhhh!"

Parent Wyburn growls heavily, and his child Wyburn raises a tall scream too.

"Ernesta! We're gonna hold our parents!

"Roger that, Gertrude!

Mr. Gertrude and Mr. Ernesta set up their swords and cut to Wyburn. His parents, Wyburn, bled slightly, whereby the attention of the Wyburns was directed to Mr. Gertrude and Mr. Ernesta.

"Come on, it's work, students! We're gonna start with the little one! Are you ready!?

"Always ok!

I stood on my legs and lay down my machine gun, pointing its aim at a bicycle-sized child, Wyburn. Pull the trigger and you can fire at any time.

In addition, combat compatibility measures shall be implemented. Adrenaline was secreted to increase heart rate and simultaneously boost the nervous system so that we could quickly grasp and judge the battlefield. With this, you can't take your aim off the hook.

"Then let the battle begin!

Tell him so. Mr. Petra released two arrows from his bow. Both of those arrows stab Wyburn in the head and one child Wyburn falls with a groan.

I pull the trigger at the same time.

The incidental gunfire is held down by Blau, and the bullet is quietly slammed into the child's Wyburn as the suppressor was used. Three of the child's Wyburns are swept away by machine gun fire, and they collapse to the ground.

"Awesome............. What the hell, it............ Sorcery……………?

"That's the place."

Okay, next up is Mr. Gertrude and Mr. Ernesta's backup. I accelerate and move with Blood Magic to the position where my parent Wyburn exposes the sides. I came here with my uniform, but I was right to keep my feet in my boots just in case.

Running at the time, jumping right at the time, I turned to the side over the uneven ground. All right, there's no chance of a friendly misfire in this position. As long as Mr. Gertrude and Mr. Ernesta don't suddenly change their orientation, we'll be fine.

"Mr. Gertrude! I'll cover you!

When I tell you so, I slam a bullet in from a machine gun across the side of my parents Wyburn.

When one bullet after another is sent into the chamber from the machine gun magazine with the silent gunfire, it is cast with magic. The empty drugpod pops out as pleasant as it feels, and I even slam the bullet into Wyburn.

"Ooh wow......"

Brilliantly successful. My attack dealt a fatal blow to one of my parents, Wyburn, who bled bright red and fell to the ground. That's four of them. Clean up the remaining one and this swarm will be clean.

"Oops!"

But I don't know if he's the husband or wife of his parents Wyburn, just as I said I wouldn't let him go that easily, but the last one turned his back on Mr. Gertrude and the Ernestas and started raiding at me.

"Damn, he's changed his direction, so I can't shoot him from here."

There are Mr. Gertrude and Mr. Ernesta on the ray from me to Wyburn. Shooting now could have hit both of us.

"Move your position..."

It was when I grabbed the machine gun and tried to move.

"Ha ha!

"Ahhh!

Mr. Gertrude and Mr. Ernesta stripped their fangs toward Wyburn, who turned their backs on themselves. Wyburn's stomach - the thinnest scale according to the dictionary - sticks its sword toward the place and makes a grumpy decision.

Wyburn, who was about to storm me, had to admit that he had made the wrong choice in his actions. Wyburn swung his blood and fell, only cramping on the ground, and the cramping eventually stopped.

"Wow..."

Even though they are not strengthening their physical abilities with Blood Magic like me, Mr. Gertrude and Mr. Ernesta acted precisely and destroyed their goals. Again, what you will need in battle is not only the aid of witchcraft, but also daily workouts...

I was wondering about magic. I think about it.

"Ugh! Wouldn't there be another Wyburn?

"I'm going to look around. Keep it in the meantime."

As Mr. Gertrude tells us, Mr. Petra made a mild move towards the surrounding enemy.

"But……. Honestly, you're awesome, Mr. Astrid. I didn't expect to tailor three child Wyburns and one parent Wyburn. Um, was something iron a weapon?

"That's the place. It's an excellent way to project firepower accurately."

The fact that firearms, beginning with my machine guns, beat witchcraft in this world is that their aim is accurate and the magic they use is only marginal.

He showed me how the battle magicians of this world fight in elemental magic classes at the school, but most of the time he taps into a giant fireball, and his aim is off every time. Traditional magic that powers imagination is hard to target.

In that regard, my firearm is equipped with an optical aimer, capable of precision firepower projection.

I know which is more efficient: putting enough firepower on your target position to kill a human, or letting overfirepower pour around your target anyway to kill a human.

"Students at the school these days are progressing. I'm surprised."

"Hey. Are you talking about students these days or just me?"

I scratched my head and gave it back to Mr. Ernesta to tell him how impressed I was.

"Okay. Thanks to you, Astrid, there was no damage in dealing with Wyburn. After that, let's gather the mandrakes and bring them home."

"Roger!"

We are gathering Mandrake at Mr. Gertrude's behest.

It's plain work from here on out. I asked Mr. Gertrude to tell me the shape of the Mandrake Sprinkle, and I will collect the Mandrake Sprinkle. They say this mandrake mojo is excellent as an antipyretic and analgesic, and is in high demand.

By the way, I won't scream if I pull it out because it's only a distraction.

"You've got 30 bundles together."

"You're done collecting!

No! First quest, herb collection is a success!

"Yo! I've been looking around, but there's no other Wyburn here. Mandrake, did you guys get together?

"Oh. We got together. Okay, let's go home."

Thus we finished our quest and returned to the Adventurer Guild.

Mr. Gertrude and his team handed out the Mandrake Trinket to the Adventurer Guild, and the appraiser sent out the O.K. before being given the quest achievement. And I have 12,000 marks of reward!

"Hey. It would have been easier with Astrid. Do me another favor."

"If you have any connection, please."

Even though Mr. Petra is in a good mood, I can leak a laugh, too.

"Oh. Yes, please. I look forward to working with you."

"Yes. Mr. Gertrude! This way, please!

It took me a while to complete my first job as a help magician.

When I rushed home, I placed an empty box of treats under my bed, in which I hid 12,000 marks, the reward of this quest. When this box is full, look for and deposit trusted third-country financial institutions.

Ugh. Sounds like espionage action, and I'm getting excited now.

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