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“Far from it! Lute-kamisama is the true genius! The owner of talent that far surpa.s.ses the level of a mere genius!”
“By the way, I’ve been wondering since some time ago, but why are you addressing me with -kamisama?”
“I, I appreciate the sentiment, but still… -kamisama is a bit…”
“If so, then how about ‘Lute-sama’?”
“What about ‘Lute-kyunsama’?”
“Impossible! To address Lute-kyunsama without honorifics! I would not do it even if you rip up my lips.”
“… … if so, then “-sama” is fine. Please never use “kyun” or the like ever again.”
I sighed in resignation.
Meiya once again pressed me.
“In that case, I accept and shall address you as Lute-sama. I, until Lute-sama takes me in as a disciple, will not for even a moment move from this spot.”
Meiya continued to exclaim.
“If it is Lute-sama’s desire, I would offer my everything! Status, fortune, and even my body and soul! All of it! So please make me your disciple, Lute-sama!”
Cut it out; ojou-sama’s sorrowful gaze is painful.
“I understand. I’ll make you my disciple. You don’t have to offer me things like your body or your soul; so instead, please lend us your strength to rescue master and the rest.”
“My utmost grat.i.tude for this blessing.”
Meiya had on a smile that could outs.h.i.+ne even the sun.
After a long journey, having eaten my fill and securing aid, the feeling of tension was gone and it made me sleepy.
Ojou-sama seems to also have reached her limit.
I proposed that we get a good rest for now and leave discussing the details for tomorrow.
Ojou-sama and Meiya were also of the same mind, and so we were dismissed for the day.
The next morning…
Ojou-sama, Meiya and I were gathered in an open s.p.a.ce beside an atelier within the Meiya estate’s grounds.
I requested Meiya to create mud walls and foundations with magic.
Atop the foundations, bricks were arranged in a typical fas.h.i.+on.
While waiting, I checked the guns’ conditions.
The S&W and AK47 I made, swindled away from me a bit more than 2 years ago by some fake adventurers, are back in my hands.
As for the revolver, its firing pin and hammer’s mainspring are worn out. If they’re this worn out, then even if the primer is struck, it probably can’t cause an ignition.
It seems the cylinder’s insides hasn’t been properly cleaned, either. Like this, when the ejector rod pushes out sh.e.l.l casings, it wouldn’t be smooth.
To put it bluntly, after firing, it may longer be possible to eject sh.e.l.l casings without hitting the ejector rod with a hammer or something.
Only for the characteristically tough AK47 does there seem to be no problems. It may also be because I made it I made it after I was already experienced with handling Magic Liquid Metal.
Set to semi-automatic.
I pulled the c.o.c.king handle, and the first bullet moved to the chamber.
Taking a shooting stance, I shot the brick blocks one by one, smas.h.i.+ng them.
It worked perfectly, without flaw.
Though I intend to disa.s.semble it later, just to be safe.
“How is it, Lute-sama? Are there any problems?”
“The revolver still needs a little bit of tuning, but it seems that there are no major faults on either one.”
Surprisingly, ojou-sama was not afraid and showed interest in the handgun.
On the contrary….
[Lute-oniichan, could you also teach me how to use that magic tool?]
She is proactively trying to learn.
[Using that magic tool; father, mother, everyone… I want the strength that can help them.]
Ojou-sama snorted roughly, demonstrating her will to fight.
The image of the girl who was afraid to simply go out of her own room until not too long ago was completely gone.
“Of course. I had fully intended for ojou-sama to join the battle. In fact, I believe that ojou-sama is our greatest war potential, our trump card.”
[Someone like me is?]
Ojou-sama was perplexed by my unexpected response.
I answered with an earnest smile that I was not lying.
“For ojou-sama, the S&W M10 revolver and AK-47 are no good. I will prepare something more appropriate.”
Something that would suit ojou-sama–
“A gun that properly utilizes ojou-sama’s unique traits; that would be — the sniper rifle.”
[The sniper rifle?]
“Yes. … … The hour of our, the Vlad House’s, counterattack approaches.”
This moment marked the birth of the vampire who would one day be feared as “Magician Slayer”, “Princess of the Night”, and “Nightmare”.
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