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

"Lute, where are you going?

Callen Bishop of the Centaur tribe, who was called to the Tea Party, was always passed upstairs to Miss Chris' private room.

Today, however, he will be led to the grand hall on the first floor.

That's why he asked me to guide him strangely. [M]

"It's the Great Hall. That's where you'll be waiting."

"Gentlemen?"

She heard a response and tilted her neck even further.

Before we throw the question again, we reach the door in front of the Great Hall.

I knocked and spoke up.

"We have brought Master Karen"

Putting Karen in front of the door slowly opens the door...

"Happy Birthday, Karen!

Fabric paper blizzards and tapes pour down Karen's body along with a light bursting sound.

Karen shrugs herself to the bursting sound she hears for the first time.

Then the applause just broke.

Lady Chris, husband and wife in the big hall. And the Brad family servants.

Bernie Bloomfield, a three-eyed family.

Muir head of the Lamia tribe (half serpent).

And in addition, there are maids that Bernie and Muir have brought in to help, and they all applaud each other so much.

The walls of the great hall were decorated with colorful strings and flowers.

Further across the line, it says' Happy 11th Birthday, Karen 'in the Continental language of the Devil.

A lady walked over with a bouquet of flowers to her, whom the situation had not yet swallowed.

Happy Birthday, Karen.

"Ku, Chris!?

Karen is again stunned that the young lady, who was unable to leave her room because of a fig, is in front of her.

I received a bouquet of flowers and finally realized that this gathering was my surprise birthday party.

Karen weeps like Dam decimated.

"Wow, what a friend Chris is to come out of the room to celebrate my birthday! Thanks, guys! What a wonderful friend I had!

…………

Other childhood friends besides Karen gaze at each other, including the lady in the venue.

Last time, at a birthday meeting, the other two know the lady can get out of the room. Of course, it's not like I can get out for Karen.

But it's not wild enough to deny it.

I smile ambiguously, but I never noticed Karen continuing to weep with emotion.

When she enters the Great Hall, she is given a gift quickly.

"Start with me."

Bernie, a three-eyed man, gives him a present.

The size is about 5 kilos of rice bags.

"It's a safe deposit box with magic on it. It's a mechanism I'll never be able to open without saving up to my target amount. Good luck saving your money."

"Thank you, Bani. Let me take care of it."

What a daughter-like gift for a money changer.

"I'm next."

The lady hands a beautifully cloth-wrapped box on the palm of her hand.

"It's an ear decoration, but I'd love to."

"Thank you, Chris. I can't wear it normally, but let me use it for parties, important days, etc."

"It's me at the end. I'd be glad to have you use it with the gift that Mr. Chris has prepared."

A maid brought in by the Lamian Muir receives a gift.

She didn't just wrap it up and spread the gift on the spot to show it.

The gift she prepared was such a plethora of used dresses that she was worried that the lace might be too heavy.

The color is pink, white lace is sewn up like whipped cream.

It's not so much a party dress as a costume close to the sweet lollies that were found in the world of previous life.

Karen blushes as she stalls Muir's birthday present in front of her.

"Mi, muir! Hey, what's with that pretense, the hilarious dress! Wouldn't look good on a strict samurai like me!

"That's not true. It's okay. It looks good on Karen."

"That's how you make fun of me again!

Karen gets angry with a bright red face.

But Barney, a lady and a three-eyed man, also turned to cover.

"That's not true, Karen's got a beautiful face, she's got a good style and she'll definitely look good"

'My gift earrings are simple, so I think you'll balance them with that dress. Make sure you show it to me next time'

"No, but the..."

The two of them argue forcefully that they look good in earnest.

So on the contrary, I say no and Karen gets stuck in words.

Karen turns to Muir with an irresistible smile.

"Oh, thank you Muir. I'll keep it safe from dirt."

"I'm glad you like it. Come and wear it at the next tea party."

"Well, if you feel like it. hahaha."

"Heh heh heh..."

Two quiet offenses ensue.

At the end of the interaction between the two, the orchestra the husbands were preparing starts playing.

Listening to the music, the ladies got their hands on the dish.

The food was brought over from the three houses and prepared.

The Lamian Muir cooks fish.

Bernie, a three-eyed man, cooks meat.

For her part, the lady is in charge of other easily pinched dishes (close to hors d 'oeuvres as they say in Japan).

Also, the chef, Malcolm, was in the mood to prepare many desserts that the devil race liked.

Cakes, cookies, of course.

Treats I taught - giant pudding made with balls, heart-shaped mill crepes on crepes. Potato chips, and many other types of treats are available.

Ladies, husbands, wives, Lamia & three-eyed maids eat them deliciously.

The host, the Oldabrad family servant, moves around in the kitchen, handing over drinks, and more.

Because of the low number of participants, there is no difficulty there.

Though Deacon Mary works in a temper.

Ask questions while Karen eats her cut giant pudding.

"But what was the bursting sound and the fine cloths and strings that flew in when I opened the door?

"That sounds like a party tool called" Cracker "made by your brother Lute."

"Cracker?"

We're throwing a party, so I got permission from my husbands to make it.

The paper in this world is not durable and is pricey, so I substituted it with wood.

Finely cut the cloth you no longer need and put the string in a cylinder of wood like a kaleidoscope.

Pulling the string is a mechanism whereby the contents pop up by adding or subtracting the firing agent (powder) that you put in.

I didn't think the technology to build guns in places like this would help.

When I hear the whole explanation, Karen thinks.

"That's an interesting trick... could we possibly use this to build a new weapon?

"Here, what's the protagonist thinking? My parents, think after the party."

"Su, excuse me"

'But in fact, it looks like you already have that kind of magic tool weapon. It's definitely called AK47, isn't it?

A lady talks to me on a mini blackboard.

My friends' gaze concentrated on me.

... Was it a little bad talking about AK47?

There's no reason to delude me now, and I'll be honest with you.

"Rupture magic, a magic tool that flies small pieces of metal over a distance and kills the target."

"Do you have such a thing? That's the first magic tool I've ever heard of. Is that what is commonly known in the demonic continent?

Karen is interested in developing and producing weapons and protective equipment.

I don't have the courtesy to speak honestly, so I tease him properly.

"It's not generally known. Sounds like a rare magic tool. When I was in the Land of Witches, I just pinched it in my ear."

"Where in the devil's continent did you hear that story? Did you hear anything else?

"If you were Karen already, Muir would have just noticed you"

Bernie likes Karen's questioning attacks.

"See, I'm the star, so eat and eat more. This cake is delicious."

"Shh, I'm sorry. Eh, it sure is sweet and delicious."

Eating Bernie's recommended cake, Karen broke her mouth.

I see it and leave before the questions resume.

When evacuated between the walls, Mr. Mary turns to his husband in a hurry to replace him.

Mr. Merry struck his ear in the ear of his husband, who was sitting on the couch and eating a mill crepe with his wife.

I feel the pressure of being crushed even though I should have been on the other side of the wall.

The musicians who were playing were so frightened that they stopped their hands.

The lady's childhood friends also look back at something.

Only his wife gracefully drank incense tea.

"You, keep it down properly. The magic is leaking out of your body."

"... Ha ha ha ha! Sorry, sorry! I'm a little distracted."

"Damn, you're a little bit of a dick, not by chance."

The two leave their surroundings behind and laugh at each other for fun.

My husband coughs in the right place.

"No, excuse me. I've got a little something on my mind that's upsetting me."

The first feeling of compression I've ever tasted.

I guess that's the pressure when my sorcerer A grade husband is serious and angry.

But what's 'inside' enough to really piss him off?

My husband casually tells me to talk about tomorrow's weather.

"Looks like my brothers are at war again."

My husband's brothers!

I immediately float the face of the convex combination of Puruckenen and Rabino in the back of my brain.

Once in the past, they have set up a battle to plunder your husband's property.

The opponent is the main family of vampires, about 1,000. Of which, there are about fifty magicians.

By contrast, the Count Brad family gathered fewer than fifty talent, sir, who could fight his wife in the lead. But the result is the overwhelming victory of the Count Brad family.

Naturally. My husband is a magician A - it's a monster in the realm that a handful of geniuses can work hard to finally reach.

All enemies were ravaged by your husband and his men, and those stupid brothers have apologized as soon as they were defeated.

Apart from apologizing for the offer, my husband laughed and forgave me without asking for any money...

"My brothers are bad things too. I didn't know you'd be setting up a battle or something for the fun of your family and your daughter's friends... this looks like you have to set up moxibustion though your brothers"

The tone is mild and even smiling, but I feel my muscles swell under my fine clothes.

"Right. You seem a little too spoiled last time. Shall we be tough this time, you?"

Your wife agrees with your husband's suggestion.

She also releases herself in a good-quality dress, choking back at killing (or) from all over her body.

"I'm sorry for that, Mr. Bishop. I watered the party around the corner. This atonement will soon be made."

"Thank you for your concern, Count. But if you don't mind, and you have no choice but to disturb your home. I really enjoyed today. Please make sure to thank me soon."

Karen carefully bowed her head and thanked her.

"Shall we disperse, then?"

"Right. I can't help it if it's a disturbance, and I need to go home as soon as possible because it's gonna get in the way."

Though the Lamian muir, the three-eyed Bernie, also comes from the main house, he begins to prepare to go home pale without much surprise that he is at war.

Can they stay so pale because they also know they've been at war in the main house once in the past?

Merse, the maid director, whispered to me that I looked strange.

(I may not be familiar with racial lutes, but it's polite among demonic races not to speak out for these 'home disturbances'. There are more kinds of demonic races in the clan than the other four, right? It is implicitly understood that the customs and customs vary from clan to clan.)

I see.

So why don't we all ask about the situation or ask if we need to step up?

"Merse, lute, two drop off the lady and the customer. Then I ask you to take your daughter to your room, Mae."

Merry, the deacon who was on his side at some point, gives instructions.

When we replied, we immediately moved on to action.

Mr. Merry also walks out to give instructions to other servants.

To prepare for a war with my brothers...