Wolf Barrel 5.56

West of Salla, commercial district.

A luxury hotel that suppresses and softens surrounding buildings.

its top floor.

It's a VIP room where only a very limited number of people are allowed to stay.

Interior reminiscent of the palace.

In the spacious space, the selected conditioners are arranged on the basis of a calculated theory. On the walls are a number of paintings coloured by golden frames. There was a magnificent world that would have spread if the indoor landscape had been cut into squares, giving the illusion that this was not the Royal Museum of Art.

A corner of such a space.

I sat at a desk attached to a window.

The morning sunshine that plugs in makes the dull silver hair glow.

When I grabbed the apple with one hand, I wore it unconstitutionally.

As in the room, that apple of high quality entertains a petite sound every time it bites and the sweetness of the aromatic fruit juice. But the bitterness in my face did not clear.

Staring at the paperwork you have with your other hand, blurry.

"... for nothing"

Listening to that whine in his ear, Jose leaks a creepy laugh as he falls asleep in a king-size bed. I didn't feel like scolding that.

What I have at hand is a copy of "The Book of Past Chicuzine," which will be a copy of it.

This piece of paper is surely heavier than a person's life.

The page now open contained information about the rubble magic of the ogre.

Ogami's earthly magic is based on a weapon called "Joo", which is used in the Chicuzine world.

"Assault Rifle" for medium range.

"Handgun" and "Kenjoo" for close range.

This material clarified the part that was unclear from the investigation alone.

I hope so......

The wrinkles between the eyebrows deepen a lot.

In the first place, if I could have picked up this material right away, I wouldn't have had to spend so much time investigating the magic of the ogre.

Even the cost of the investigation is not free. Well, when it comes to money that you can't sniff around, it's good to be limited. The cost of repairing the room my asshole daughters destroyed the other day is not the same as letting the state replace it for the full amount.

That's how I even paid for the painful expenses, but I asked that "Next" who did some research yesterday about ticuzine, and the whole story was lightly clarified.

Totally, it's a stupid story.

Exhale heavily.

I lost my appetite, so I put the apple back on the plate. Then a thin arm stretched out from the side gnawed and grabbed him. You take it easy, Jose.

The presence of Joo (gun) had been found from the testimony of multiple ticuzines.

However, due to its low usefulness, it was buried as a rather lower level of information.

I can't help it.

It's fascinating, indeed, to have fully automatic shooting.

But it is significantly less practical. It's too weak.

Ogami's ju works because it's made up of magic.

When this is iron and gunpowder only, it doesn't work at all. Even the iron cladding, which was recently subjected to the fashionable "mirror protection treatment", becomes difficult to penetrate. Because the bullets are too small and light, they can easily be defied.

When it comes to use on the battlefield, it really takes magic energy for propulsion.

But then, the cost of one weapon jumps all at once. It will also require skilled technicians and workshops capable of processing it.

Besides, archers also require precise control.

I mean, mass production, not mass consumption.

In the first place,

No one in Chicuzin can draw a blueprint for Joo.

There's nothing you can do about it.

All I'm saying is a kid's painting. - No, seriously.

So my hand grabbed the tail of the 'something' idea.

Quickly run the pen on the note paper.

For example, there's an ogre in Saitou.

Speaking of which, in the town of Gallo...

And the problem is...

I was silent as I wandered my gaze, and there, I noticed a fuzzy sole.

I temporarily interrupted my thoughts and uttered a rather irritating voice.

"Jose...... don't put your finished core in bed. And don't wipe your hands with sheets, fool."

Make Jose take such precautions as he tells his toddler.

Then,

"Phew, no."

The yawning voice returned.

My eyes cramp with hiccups.

This guy, no matter how much it's off, isn't it just too heartbreaking? Jose on the bed is stretched with Deron like a bone has melted. This lack of tension. I very much don't think of myself as a human being in a dangerous scene.

I thought I'd say one thing bishy here... but I stopped.

It's no use saying anything to this guy right now.

Let it go.

Having so concluded, I turned once again to the dossier.

Let's leave the gun for now.

Anyway, I thought again about this one, but I need to work with the 'Guardian' as soon as possible.

"Guardian" refers to a secret organization that manages information on ticuzine.

The ancestor (grandfather) feared the internal disturbance caused by Chicuzine and founded it in secrecy.

The foresight was right.

That dam construction, by young genius architects, is recognized by the world as the great invention of the century. What reaction would the bureaucrats show if they knew this was at the hands of humans coming from the advanced civilized world? It's more obvious than seeing fire.

That's why we needed an organization like a guardian completely detached from the country.

Its confidentiality is thorough.

All of Chicuzine's information is managed not by a paper medium, but by a harsh cursed witch's oral biography. The throat of Saitou is also subject to a limited but spell. Only royalty can come into contact with guardians.

This material in hand now, in a few minutes, will degenerate into just an ogre.

That thoroughness impresses me.

But not like this.

I have trouble getting Jose to at least be flexible enough to look into it on his behalf. And I need Saitou to 'make it available in the future', too. To change the way things work, I need to find my hidden grandfather and multiply him.

I hope that adventurous grandfather didn't die somewhere.

And then I came here and another problem arose.

It's about the ogre.

Sooner or later, I knew my guardian would find its presence. So I dared to report it here. I stabbed the nail when we did all the management of the ogami. "This is a matter of deep concern to Master Pitica as well," he explained, gaining a flash of understanding.

But I can't be alarmed.

If we knew we couldn't manage it ourselves, we wouldn't know what to do next.

Oh, shit.

Scratch your hair abusively. The challenge we need to clean up is piling up.

It's gloomy. She says it's getting fun, but I'm the only one outside the mosquito net again?

It's a real loser. I squeaked the material round like I was going to bump into frustration and threw it into a scum cage abusively.

Then,

"Kraw is in a diagonal mood today."

A blurry voice echoed from behind me, seemingly losing my shoulder strength just to listen.

It's Jose, of course.

This guy is this guy, and he seems to want me to take care of him from now on. You have no choice.

I thought so and looked back and I... sighed.

"What are you doing in there"

"What, look, I don't know?

I'm asking because I don't know.

Jose, dressed in casual clothes, had him pinch half his body in the gap between the wall and the bed, putting out only his left half. He throws his left arm and left leg out on the bed and has a relaxed look on his face as if he were immersed in a hot tub.

"... is that lenient?

"Sure. How about Kraw?" Jose invites free space for one.

"Don't"

"Uh, I can't wait to get this fit"

You're probably the only one who can tell that.

Looking at this guy, I'm starting to feel like an idiot walking around his head.

"I don't care anymore, go home to your own inn," I say fed up.

"Yada."

"You're not a jerk."

"'Cause I'm not just a klaw. Such luxury. What a normal inn I am.

"You know, you're the one who told me you wanted to stay in the same inn as Ogami. You forgot?

"Oh, yeah, I'm that ogre boy!

Suddenly intensified his narrative, Jose jumped null out of the gaps in the bed, not using any recoil. Monster or you.

Hit the gavel while letting down on that unusual move.

"So, what did the ogre say?

"That kid, he was getting about two million, right?

"Oh."

"So within a few days, I called a whore full of whores to throw a Ikenai celebration party, and I was staring!

"Oh?"

"That's why I planted the camera with one eye and was ready to handle it perfectly from any angle at 360 degrees. And you're not even gonna call her, are you? Can you believe it? I kept throwing pink flyers through the door crevices every day, didn't I?

"You......" I was too frightened to continue my words.

If I thought I had a lot of camera applications, did you use them all for that?

No, wait a minute.

There's too much disgust in the back of my brain.

No way.

"I didn't think you said there would be a serious report in the near future......... isn't that right?

I asked him with the desire to deny it.

Then Jose shut his mouth once and left between to scorch this one.

I drink my spit and wait for the next word.

After a few seconds of silence.

Jose, it gave him a confident grin and a good thumbs up.

"Klau, correct"

I meditated and put my hand on my forehead.

You're not right, you stupid fox.

"But you're in trouble. Could it be male? Then get that flyer over there."

Yeah on the bed. Seeing my belly-hearted men roaring, I was in a complicated mood.

Also, maybe I got the wrong candidate.

How come all my handkerchiefs are monogamous and bigamous?

I spit out the nasty feelings, with a sigh.

and that's when.

Without any foretaste, the door suddenly blew up.

Flying in a vertical rotation, the door crossed between me and Jose in an instant, knocking down the lavish conditioner, choosing part of the chandelier, causing me to peel off the luxury carpet, and crashing into the wall, finally stopping the movement.

In just a moment, the indoors were messed up as if a tornado had passed.

Face the door in the direction it flew.

Beyond the dust you can already stand in.

There, Stella, who was blood-eyed, was royal.

The view behind her clearly appeared distorted.

"Joao Ozeye"

And a voice sounds from the bottom of hell.

It's not the usual shakedown.

I asked the idiot who was blurring to see how it was.

"Hey you, what have you done this time!

"Uh, what?"

Niter and a distorted grin answered happily for some reason.

"Before I came to Coco this morning, I peeled off a picture of the ogre boy Stella was decorating in her room, and instead I posted Bacchus' up, Bacchus' low angle over snake hair, Bacchus in the bath, and a sexy shot of Bacchus after the bath."

They didn't have enough space, so they stuck it on one side of the bedroom ceiling.

I felt creased and dizzy.

The scream of Stella at the moment she woke up wooden spirits in her ears like a phantom.

Furious and natural.

"Why did you do that?"

"It's funny. It's decided."

Don't look like you deserved it.

that

"Hey, don't try to dive under the bed!" Grab my arm and stop it.

"Klau, give this back," Jose throws a pointy picture of the ogre down the bed.

"You give it back!

"No. 'Cause Stella's super scared right now."

"It's your fault!

"Woof hoo"

"Why are you laughing!

"Joaoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!

The pressure of magic emanating from Stella's body breezes around her.

A mirror decorated on the wall falls to the floor and makes a flashy scream.

And I saw incredible things.

Don't you have a bow?

Sad and bloody.

Bad.

Exactly. 'Sole' doesn't go out of style here.

"Wait, relax, Stella, it's just rambling here - hey, idiot, don't!

"Ah."

The next moment.

My vision was stained with flash.