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With just one order from a wise King, the atmosphere in the refuge became busy with preparations to move to the Royal Capital of Belfast.
The King had learned of the plan of the wild bandits who would ambush the refugee convoy as it moved towards the Royal Capital of Belfast.
He already knew that, but was determined to return without hesitation.
Whether it was foolish or desperate attempt to go back, I could only obey as a former noble and his citizen.
At the same time, Doctor Portia also fired me as her assistant and asked me to make preparations for war against the wild bandits who could potentially threaten this refugee convoy from various directions.
I was asked to help with the preparations, but I don't know what to do with that preparations.
Unlike the royal knights who prepared their swords and sharpened them until they were sharp, I was just someone who had a small firearm in the form of a pistol with a limited number of bullets.
The only preparation I could do at this point was to use my Gunsmith ability to multiply the 9mm magazines and bullets given to me by the Goddess of War.
"The Goddess of War, huh?"
"I don't know her figure or where she is. Is she really part of this eroge world?" I muttered as I positioned my hands to get back to work and multiply the 9mm bullets given to me by the Goddess of War.
With such a busy situation, my afternoons were filled with boring activities such as multiplying 9mm bullets and inserting them into the duplicated magazines.
With boring activities like this in my stepfamily's refugee tent, it almost made me die of boredom.
Ctaakk...
Ctaakk...
My fingers moved automatically as my mind felt bored.
After working for a few days as a doctor's assistant, I now have to relax like an unemployed person.
"Ugh, this is so boring..." I grumbled as I continued doing the same repetitive activities.
BAANNGG!
BAANNGG!
BAANNGG!!
"Hmm..." When I was bored with repetitive activities like this, I heard the sound of gunfire coming from my stepfamily, who were practicing on a rocky hill.
With the King's order to move the refugee camp to the Royal Capital of Belfast, Melissa's training schedule was completely changed.
Being pressed for short time, my stepmother and younger stepsister keep practice shooting all day.
The intense training was in line with Melissa's reports of my stepmother and younger stepsister's increasing abilities.
At first, they seemed hesitant to shoot and often fired with their eyes closed.
Over time, my stepmother and younger stepsister were able to shoot with their eyelids open. Their recoil control was also quite good for someone who had just held a pistol for the first time.
Their progress reports were good, but it raised new issues related to the number of bullets wasted during the shooting training.
It wasn't a big problem for me, as I could multiply my pistol and 9mm ammo.
However, my magic core, which had just recovered from poisoned, wasn't strong enough to regenerate magic, and I had to drink a magic recovery potion.
Luckily, I got a few bottles of magic recovery potion from Doctor Portia and Yua Mikami.
Without their help, the number of 9mm bullets I currently have would have been drastically reduced during my stepmother and younger stepsister's shooting training process.
I also need to double the magazine and fill it full of bullets, to be prepared for battle.
In times like these, I need someone willing to help or accompany me in these boring, repetitive activities.
"I'm going to die of boredom if this keep continues," I muttered in a lazy tone and continued using my Gunsmith ability to multiply 9mm bullets.
[ My child... ]
[ It seems like you are bored after using the blessing I gave you. ]
[ Does using the blessing of a war-loving Goddess feel boring? ]
Deg...
Deg...
While I was complaining about boring activities like this, my mind was filled with a voice coming from a mysterious figure.
Cliinngg...
My eyes were drawn to Hoshino and her various equipment, which was suddenly filled with a holy golden light.
I understood this pattern in my previous life, who playing this eroge.
According to what the main character experienced in this world, this holy golden light came from a Goddess.
"A human would get bored with repetitive activities like this. Even a goddess can feel bored when doing nothing, right?" I replied, saying something like this casually.
[ I do feel bored when the world is not at war, though. ]
[ I was so bored... I even woke up just to give a blessing to a weapon spirit that wanted to be born from the hands of someone who was creating a new weapon that I didn't recognize. ]
[ My child, can you explain about the weapon you have made? ]
A question I hadn't heard had been filling my mind.
Of all the questions a curious Goddess could ask, it was a question that was quite difficult to explain to a Goddess.
"Ah, this weapon?"
"This is a weapon that can be used to kill an ordinary human and weak monsters like goblins. Its damage is not too great, and it is not very reliable for long-range combat. A weapon that can only be used if the ammunition is still left in the firing chamber and the magazine still holds 9mm bullets," I said while explaining this to a Goddess who was curious about my weapon.
"Wait a moment..."
"Weapon spirit?"
"Does Hoshino fall into the category of weapon spirits?" I asked, realizing something important from this conversation.
As far as I know, the weapon spirit is something that can only be accessed at the end of the story and is connected to the storyline of the main character, who will later have a sacred weapon that has its own consciousness.
[ Yes, she was... the spirit of the newly born weapon begged me to descend into the world using my blessings to become a strange weapon. ]
[ I do not underestimate human creativity in creating weapons other than swords... ]
[ However, I have seen the effectiveness of that weapon and consider it a dangerous weapon. ]
"Of course, this is a dangerous weapon because it can kill people so easily. I have even killed several people using this pistol," I replied with a smile and continued to load the 9mm bullets into the magazine.
Cttaakk...
Cttaakk...
[ I saw it. ]
[ They deserve it, even the Goddess Luna also agrees with your actions. ]
[ They are humans who always take advantage of someone's fear and kindness to fulfill their cunning goals. ]
"Well, I am also like that."
"It is a human nature that cannot be removed from within humans themselves."
"I would even do the same thing if it would make it easier for me to achieve my goals."
[ I didn't expect you to admit that. ]
[ Usually, humans will try to be respectful to a Goddess. ]
[ However, you openly admit that your cunning and rotten heart are not much different from those of despicable humans. ]
"I don't really care about this one thing, am I will be punished by a goddess for this honest act of mine?" I asked as I loaded the last 9mm bullet into the magazine.
Ctaakk...
"As long as I can still live in such a despicable way, it doesn't matter to me."
"After all, I will meet the Goddess of Death to reckon with the sins I have committed in this world," I said confidently and leaned my sweaty back against the back of the chair.
Krraaakkk...
[ Author Note: Please don't steal this novel to became a free novel. ]
[ It's something that will happen to everyone who lives in this world. ]
I just smiled at that and looked at Hoshino, who was still glowing golden light.
A weapon spirit that was born as a pistol, that's something that never happened in this eroge world story.
I'm not even sure that it's a good thing to carry a weapon spirit as my personal weapon, because that's basically something that a Saintess or Apostle who has been directly appointed by the Goddess should do.
With me hearing the voice of the Goddess of War in my head, it seemed like she intended to pick up Hoshino, who had become my weapon spirit.
"Oh, the Goddess..."
"It makes me wonder about your presence speaking in my mind."
"Have you come to me to retrieve the spirit of the weapon that took a human's life?" I asked, remaining calm and relaxed towards a Goddess.
[ Why should I do that? ]
[ I actually feel happy with the weapon spirit that has returned to being active and descending into this mortal world. ]
[ I actually want to ask for your ability to create a new weapon after one of the weapon spirits was attracted by your Gunsmith abilities. ]
"In short..."
"You want me to create a new weapon... so that its spirit can descend into this world and become my new weapon spirit?" I asked, confirming the Goddess of War's enigmatic words.
[ Yes, something like that. I'm sure you have ideas for new weapons that your weird Gunsmith ability could create. ]
"I do have other ideas about other firearms, though."
[ Don't worry, I'll provide the raw materials you need. Whether it's adamantium or scrap iron from thousands of years ago, I can provide you with those raw materials as long as this weapon spirit finds the right weapon to use as its vessel. ]
[ I understand that your weapon comes from another world, and you are from outside this world. ]
[ I'm more curious about that, but I have to suppress that curiosity so that the spirit of this weapon can find its right vessel. ]
Deg...
Deg...
Deg...
My chest ached when the Goddess of War found out that I was someone from another world.
Without the ability to lie to her and the freedom to obtain raw materials that could be used to make new firearms, my mind was filled with the various weapons I had used before.
There are a variety of weapons that I remember the blueprints for, but they require incredible precision to craft.
"Hmm..."
"There are various kinds of weapons that I can make with my Gunsmith skills, but I need to remember the detailed blueprints. My brain can't reach it," I muttered in a weak tone.
[ ... ]
[ ... ]
[ That would be quite a big problem for me because the spirit of this weapon wants you as its owner. ]
[ As a Goddess of War who is loved by the weapon spirits, I cannot remain silent while you are wavering like this. ]
[ Oh! Will this help you determine what weapons can be crafted using your Gunsmith ability? ]
Cliinngg...
Clliinngg...
Brraaakk...
Right before my eyes, a familiar object appeared.
The heavy sound of it falling and its distinctive shape it was something I had had before.
"Isn't this... my equipment from back on Earth?" I muttered in a questioning tone to the Goddess of War.
[ Oh, so this is yours. I just picked it up from your memory. Is this one yours, too? ]
BRRAAKKK!!
My ears suddenly heard the sound of a heavy object coming from outside my stepfamily refugee tent.
From the sound alone, I could tell the weight of the object was the equivalent of my life on Earth being killed in an armored vehicle.
"Don't tell me... that's the armored vehicle I used in my last battle to deliver ammunition and food supplies," I continued muttering as I stood up and ignored my personal equipment given to me by the Goddess of War.
Tap...
Tap...
With footsteps filled with doubt, I walked towards the exit of my stepfamily refugee tent.
The moment I opened the tent cloth and looked outside, my pupils couldn't take their eyes off the familiar armored vehicle.
"O Goddess of War..."
[ Yes, is there a problem? ]
[ Oh! Is this war vehicle not yours? ]
Right before my eyes, an armored vehicle was parked as if it was waiting for my presence as its owner back on Earth.
Seeing the armored vehicle I had used before, it looked fine without any battle scars, and it made me doubt what I was seeing.
"As I recall, my armored vehicle suffered fatal damage."
[ I have fixed it, you know... ]
"Aahh... that makes sense."
With this simple answer from the Goddess of War, I let out a small sigh and tried to understand her intentions.
[ Author Note: I Am Lazy lately... cause some thief... steal my novel, even though my novel bad. ]
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