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Chapter 379 & Chapter 380
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Chapter 379 – Hell Before Breakfast
“Rejoice, all of you; you can eat as much of the earth dragon as you want for breakfast♪.”
Is that the first thing you say when you return to the mansion?
“”””You’ve got to be kidding!!””””
“Guys, come on… don’t you think you should be more worried about getting eaten?⁉︎”
I guess I’ve become numb to a lot of things, so I didn’t really feel any sense of danger, but… well, that’s true. Even Colon and Eino-san from the Battle Cry Common Sense Team are unusually shaken. If you say it’s obvious, I have no words to reply, but I don’t think it’s our fault this time.
Myrril looks back at me as we take a position on the terrace where we landed.
“Yoshua, can I ask you to bring out the Keipuibui?” [T/n: KPV.]
I had thought the same thing, and almost at the same time she spoke, I had set up the huge heavy machine gun with its tripod. Myrril hugged me happily, then checked the box of ammunition belts and loaded the first round into the chamber.
“I’ve loaded forty high-explosive, armor-piercing rounds. If that’s not enough, I’ll get more right away.”
“No, there’s no need to change the ammunition belt. I’ll leave you to deal with the swarm.”
“Roger.”
“We…”
Louise and Tig are ready to jump out at any moment, but Myrril holds them back with a hand, keeping her eyes on the earth dragon.
“Can you wait a little longer until we’ve finished with the earth dragon? It’s dangerous with the projectiles flying around.”
“Everyone, cover your ears!”
At the same time as they hurriedly covered their ears, a roaring sound echoed through their stomachs, and the 14.5 x 114 mm warheads landed one after another. The head of the earth dragon that was leaning over here was blown off by its neck as if it had been kicked by a huge foot, and it rolled over in a daze. The other one, having just realized that we were the ones who had killed its comrades, immediately lowered its stance and changed direction, but before it could take its first steps, the KPV’s second shot hit it. It seemed to have dodged the first shot by shaking its head and twisting its body, but it was soon caught in the hail of bullets that pierced its huge body, causing it to fall over and become motionless.
“It’s over.”
“”””””Eh.””””””
I had more ammunition left than I thought, so I took the opportunity to shoot down a few targets and turned around.
“Myrril-san, what was that?”
“I don’t know if it was a big rock bear or a big gray bear, but it was a huge bear.”
I can’t see it with my eyes, but if there were rock bears as hard as rocks, it would be a huge problem, so I’m very grateful. There are still dozens of monsters left, but the main ones are goblins, with only about ten wolf-like monsters mixed in. I guess they’re not that easy to deal with.
“Finally, it’s our turn?”
The muscle-headed girl, Louis, pulls at her ears and opens and closes her mouth. She seems to have been surprised by the power and roar of the KPV, but she doesn’t seem to be fazed. She must have been through a lot and is in a state of numbness.
“All right, Louis, come with me. Eino, stay here with Takifu and the others and provide cover, and McCain and Colon, guard the entrance to the building.”
“”””Understood.””””
The muscle-headed duo of Tig and Louis, who seem to be using their abundant magical power to strengthen their bodies, continue to trample the goblins and wolves with their fists, using the momentum from jumping off the terrace. Every time they swing their powerful fists, the goblins and wolves are sent flying and thrown into the air, and the group is reduced in number in an interesting way. Even though there were only a few of them left, some of them tried to attack Tig and the others by sneaking around from blind spots.
Eino-san steadily finishes them off with her bow and attack magic.
“Hey, McCain, Colon!”
“It’s okay; we only have a few forest wolves here.”
Yeah, this time… or rather, this time too, I couldn’t do anything.
“Hey…”
I looked from the terrace into the room, noticing their voices, and saw the Surz and the ghost of Mead looking at us with horrified expressions.
“Are you always like this?”
I don’t know. Myrril laughed next to me, who was at a loss for an answer.
“That’s not true. This time is special.”
“I-I see.”
“We killed them carefully so that we could eat their meat. Normally, anyone who offends the Demon King is torn to pieces, and not even a scrap of flesh is left.”
Myrril-san, please stop with the Demon King jokes. They don’t get it. Everyone from Surz takes it seriously, and they’re all about to wet themselves.
Chapter 380 – (Side story): Thoughts and Branding
I noticed the mark on the way.
During the break after dinner, Myrrill cleaned and disassembled the guns in the Casspir’s rear compartment. Humming a happy tune, she took each gun in turn, disassembled it, cleaned it, inspected it, and reassembled it. From light machine guns to pistols, they were spread out on a piece of linen and quickly returned to their original shape. The days when I first met her, when she took the gun apart and couldn’t put it back together, are long gone. Myrril’s hands move too fast for my eyes to follow.
“Do you have enough tools?”
“Yes, everything is in order. But still, this ‘daburude’ is almost like magic.” [T/n: Double D.]
Daburude’ is WD-40, a spray-on rust-proof lubricant that Myrril likes to use. I’m in the habit of calling it CRC myself, but there’s no way I could get my hands on the Japanese-made version from Simon (although it’s probably possible, it wouldn’t be worth it). I’ve bought a large quantity of WD-40, a lubricant that’s almost the same, and given it to the dwarf engineers at Casemaian to use. It seems to be very popular because of its ease of use and high functionality. I have some of the bottles stored with the tools, so I make sure to get them out when Myrril asks for them.
By the way, it seems that the tool types used by the dwarves in Casemaian are divided into the American-made MAC tool faction and the German-made Hazet tool faction. I’ve also been asked for my opinion, but since I have neither the ability nor the sense of an engineer, I don’t know the difference. I remember buying a toolbox about the size of a refrigerator (as Simon recommended) with the light idea of “inch tools and metric tools,” but the only thing I remember is that the toolbox was red and blue.
“Can you wait a little while while I move it? It’s going to take a little longer.”
Maybe it’s a dwarf trait, but she frequently maintains, cleans, and polishes her guns. Well, not just her guns. As an engineer, she probably likes things to be “neat and tidy.” Things like neatly arranged numbers, logical phenomena, and things that keep their shape.
Machines that are well maintained and beautifully polished to work perfectly are another example.
“No, there’s no rush. I thought I’d do the maintenance myself for a change.”
I tend to cut corners on my personal AKM, which is rugged and sturdy, but it’s not maintenance-free. I leave most of my other weapons and machines to Myrril, so I have to maintain my own gun myself…
“Hmm?”
After the disassembly and maintenance, I noticed an unfamiliar mark on the frame and slide of the M1911 copy, which had been polished like a beloved item.
“Hey, is that the Myrril mark?”
“Ah…yes. In a sense, it is.”
Well, it’s not exactly the same. It’s similar to the JIS mark in Japan, but if you look closely, there are fine lines on it.
“Is that a magic circle?”
“Yes, it’s to protect my beloved Star.”
“Protect?”
When I asked her to explain, she said it was a magic circle to maintain a state.
“I think Star has an original design, right? It’s similar to the Shyanshi and the Astora.” [T/n: Shanxi and Astra].
It’s a Chinese or Spanish variant of the Mauser military rifle. The engineer says that the mismatched details are obvious to him and that they are not the original.
“This Star is also suspect. It seems that they tried to make some kind of change to the firing mechanism. As a result, the plan in the structure of the gun is distorted.”
“The firing mechanism… given the era and the state of the country, I’d say it’s probably something like a multi-round magazine or fully automatic firing.”
“That’s probably it. It’s possible.”
Myrril nods.
“And the other issue is the material.”
“Could it be that the iron is of poor quality?”
“It has its good points and its bad points. In short, the quality of the steel varies. Could it be that the parts were collected from several different guns and reassembled? Some of them make quite a worn sound.”
Ah, I remember that old man Heimann, who heads the Casemaian engineering team, judges metal fatigue by sound.
“Still, it’s a treasure I received from Yoshua. I don’t want to make too many changes or modifications to it. I’ve strengthened the structure and fixed the composition to at least support it.”
It’s a magic circle like this JIS sign. I don’t know how effective it is, but it makes me happy to see him taking such good care of it since she says it’s a gun she received from me.
“Thank you.”
I did not know how to express my feelings, so I decided to just say thank you.
“It’s me who should say thank you. After all, you are the one who started it all. This is… if you will, a sacred treasure!”
“Huh?”
It seems that Star has risen in the world without me noticing. But a sacred treasure that costs $3,000… how is that possible?
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