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

Lute, seven years old.

After defeating Goblin, Dr. Elle checks to see if we have any injuries.

It was only the wound cut into the clap that the stunned girl fell on, so Dr. Elle makes her heal quickly and fully with healing magic.

The teacher then took us to the orphanage.

Call the militia from the town and alert the perimeter.

Dr. Elle meanwhile instantly killed two goblins who went into the woods alone and fled.

I looked around the woods lightly and came back to explore if there were any other threatening demons.

Except for the goblins, he didn't see them.

A meeting is held that night at the mayor's house.

The agenda relates to the 'goblin raid' that took place this evening.

Demons sometimes hit the town alone, but it was the first time that demons were in a group.

First, a vicious demon like Goblin has never been discovered in this forest.

It's been a case since the beginning of town.

One of the villagers joked, "Isn't even the Demon King resurrected? 'I said.

accuse the mayor of being careless and shut him up.

Fortunately for me and Snow, there were no injuries, but no deaths.

Pretty lucky result.

But yes, many times luck does not come conveniently.

As a result of the meeting, about once every thirty days, the militia and Dr. Elle decided to come together and look around the woods to see if there were any dangerous demons.

The militia will alternate tonight to alert the area around town just in case.

Everyone's words of thanks to me and Snow were carried over the next day.

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After the Goblin raid, my ratings turned around.

Originally, amongst the townspeople, I made money from Riversi and other toy development, and I've contributed the most since the orphanage began, but on the other hand, the disgusting child who is using that money to research demonic magic tools - was more famous.

As an individual, I was immersed in making handguns, so I didn't notice any bad reviews.

In the wake of this incident, he changed his rating to 'no talent as a mage, but a great genius who developed a lot of magic tools to make up for it'.

What a palm return......

Especially the mayor's palm back was terrible.

The kid I helped with Snow was the town manager's granddaughter, and she fell in love with me at first sight for helping me.

I've been pressing through the mayor to be my own son-in-law.

The mayor is also on board, and he wants me to marry her and protect this town forever.

Of course I refused.

I like this town, but I can't keep protecting it for the rest of my life.

I'm happy to be praised again, but as for myself, I went through a real fight and had more reflections.

Even though the practice had magic control as you wish, it got cluttered in action.

It consumes magic in vain because of it.

It also deplores the reload speed of the revolver, the number of bullets, and the lack of fire power.

Although I'm glad it was a small number, if there were a few more, I wouldn't have been able to protect Snow and the others.

Even now in retrospect, cold sweat flows down my spine.

Prior to the incident, I was going to prototype "S&WM19 Combat Magnum" where magnum bullets could be fired based on the "S&WM10" revolver.

The thought woke me up that it wasn't if I was running to a hobby right now.

The M19 is temporarily frozen and I am determined to work on assault rifle production.

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After lunch, we go back to the men's room.

To get everything you need to make an Assault Gun (Assault Rifle) at the test site.

After the Goblin raid, the mayor banned the children from going to the river plains alone as a town decision.

But I'm the only one allowed to develop magic tools.

Dr. Elle, who has a slightly overprotective tendency, had a sinister face, but in the end he gives permission in the form of acquiescence because I'm the one who defeated Goblin.

I couldn't possibly make assault rifles (assault rifles) in the orphanage, and while I felt sorry for Dr. Elle, I was headed to the test range after work on duty every day.

Also today, out of the corner of the room, take out a barrel containing magical liquid metal.

The protective revolver is loaded with ammunition and hung from the gun belt.

Just in case I took one crate containing 38 special (9mm) from a metal ammunition case.

Put the crate on the barrel and go through the orphanage backyard for a test range.

Along the way, passing through the backyard, students had already gathered to take basic magician classes.

One of them, Snow, comes running over waving his tail when he finds me.

"Lute!

She hugs me without hesitation.

I almost dropped the barrel and crate I had in my hand.

"Snow! It's dangerous, so suddenly you hug me and you always say,"

"Yeah, okay. I'll be careful next time."

"You said the same thing yesterday... don't smell this, don't fudge. You're ticklish."

"'Cause it smells like lute, and it calms you down with a very good smell"

Snow doesn't lend his ears when he urges him to stop, burying his face in his neck muscle and smelling it.

Her dog ears, slippery cheeks, and breathing really tickle.

Snow is a abandoned son of a minority called the White Wolves who live on the North Continent.

It's just the canine family, and they like to smell it.

These days I've been held like this a lot and smelled.

I hold the barrel and crate aside with a sigh of giving up and stroke Snow's head slightly rampantly.

Instead of reluctant, she smiled 'hehe' in a comfortable way.

Snow's attitude has also changed a lot since the Goblin raid.

I used to have the distance of being the closest childhood friend, and I was like, "Oh, that, you're in love with me, aren't you? degree of '.

After the incident, however, it becomes positive in this way.

Meals will definitely be eaten next door, and if you have time, you will never leave my side and follow me anywhere.

When we tried to get into the bathroom together, it just came.

The more ridiculous it is to count the number of body touches, etc.

It's normal to hold me like right now, holding hands, tangling me in my arms, or turning arms around my neck from behind when I'm in my room doing revolver maintenance.

I still smell it then.

Snow likes the smell of me too much - the girls in the women's room told me that she's been sleeping smelling me ever since the night she got my shirt that she tore and couldn't wear.

"Fu fu fu fu fu fu fu fu fu fu fu fu fu fu fu fu fu fu fu fu fu fu fu fu fu fu fu fu fu fu fu fu fu fu fu fu fu fu fu fu fu fu fu fu fu fu fu fu fu fu

Convinced Snow to stop smelling when he slept at night, she closed her dog ears with petans and drooped her tail with Dharan, with a face like the end of the world.

I couldn't watch her like that, and compromised, 'Sniff quietly not to bother my surroundings'.

It really sweetens against Snow.

This is a discretionary guess - Snow originally favored me just because he wasn't aware of it.

That's what cut the case off, I guess he realized.

I can't believe I'm in love with such a cute, childhood friend with such a good personality.

I think it was sincerely good to be reincarnated into this other world.

If there's a problem...

"Lute, where are you going?

"I'm going to go to the test range and experiment with whether I can build a new gun"

"Can I come with you?

"You've decided no. Snow's going to have a magician's basic class."

"Ugh, yeah..."

If Snow's staying with me, he's easily overshadowed his priorities.

Just a little bit, I'm being an asshole.

"I'll be at the test range till evening, so come after class."

"... ok. Lute's revolver again at the test range, will you let me shoot him?

"Sure. So good luck with your class."

Snow was interested in revolvers after the incident.

Because she is no longer afraid of guns, I try to teach Snow how to shoot aggressively. It's for protection in times of need, such as when the magic runs out.

I'm going to build a snow-only protective gun in the future.

Dr. Elle shows his face in the backyard.

"Now, ladies and gentlemen, I'm going to start training magicians."

"Look, Snow. Dr. Elle said we'd start."

"Just a little more, a little more of us."

"No, 'cause you're all waiting. Look, he's gone. He's gone."

"Ugh... Lute's mean"

She releases her body with regret as she complains.

"I'll see you later. El, don't bother the teachers."

"Yeah, I'll see you later"

"... Snow, you're not doing the right thing. Get your hands off me."

Snow pinches the hem of my shirt and raises it badly.

Pointing it out, he gives a teasing look but ends up smiling and waving, rushing back to Dr. Elle.

I reclaimed the barrel and headed to the test site.

Get to the test field.

I put my baggage aside to keep it out of the way other than the barrel.

Open the barrel lid and put your hands in. The texture of the creased metal spreads to the skin.

Taste that cold, and think about the gun you're going to make again.

The gun I'm about to build is the AK47, a Soviet-born Masterpiece Assault Gun.

(Various improvement variations exist, such as AKM, but will be referred to for convenience as AK47 for now)

Of the few assault rifles (assault rifles), why did you choose AK47 - because the structure is the simplest.

Plus, it's horny and sturdy, and would be in the extreme cold Arctic, African deserts, and Southeast Asian jungle zones, but even after soaking in muddy water without much care, it shoots in a burst of comfort.

One theory said he was buried in a paddy field, and even AK47, which was dug up a few months later, was able to fire fine.

Because of this advantage, copies were also made in large quantities in the world of previous life and appeared in every corner of the planet.

Firearms that are also painted on the flags of various countries and continue to be used on the front lines by guerrillas around the world.

Hundreds of thousands of people are said to be killed each year by this weapon.

For this reason it was also known as' small weapons of mass destruction '.

That is why it can be considered the most suitable assault rifle (assault rifle) for this undeveloped different world.

But there are two problems.

One is automated (automatic) even though the structure is simple.

The method of loading the next bullet using the gas produced when the ammunition is fired is called a gas utilisation formula.

In the case of AK47, a gas piston is designed to be positioned on the barrel.

This is called the Gas Operating Method.

Whether this method can be made to work properly......

Even if I had the knowledge, I didn't like it when making revolvers that there was a difference between heaven and earth to actually do it.

The second is ammunition (cartridges).

The ammunition (cartridge) on the rifle is completely different from the handgun's appearance and contents.

First, the appearance of the ammunition (cartridge) is elongated and creases along the way like a wine bottle.

The launcher (powder) in the contents burns more slowly than the handgun (about a thousand seconds in time).

Slow burning speeds increase the pressure in the enclosed space inside the drugcase (case) or barrel (barrel), and can fire bullets with high speed and penetration.

It was necessary to repeat an uninterrupted experiment to recreate the powder.

"Well, but I know the finished shape. It's still easy for you not to have to try and make mistakes to get answers."

The design of ammunition (cartridges) is much more complex than the gun body.

Opinions are also actively exchanged among ballistics experts.

Just a slight change in the weight of the bullet, the tip shape, and the firing agent (powder) is enough to make it a completely different weapon.

"... would be a reliable weapon if it could be created"

I exhale gently again and close my eye lid.

Maximize the image power cultivated in revolver production.

"The first part to make…"

I gently put my hands inside the cold liquid metal.