To prepare.

　When it comes to doing it, it's me and the window flowers that reopen it.

　I use the stock I have on hand to create a giant directional anti-demon mine (a pseudo-large claymore). I fill a rectangular, shallow metal box with water-impregnated explosives. The explosives are placed in a rectangular shallow metal box, and then a small ball is placed in the box and attached.

　Making blasting barrage by unraveling LAN spare parts and the cable of the Type 79 guided missile. Six large directional mines were used, and if there was room for more, they would be increased.

　Next is the production line. To avoid exposing the manufacturing process, he divided the process into small parts and made the blasting barrage. Partitions are made out of boards, and a tilted, slippery flume is used to pass them to the next worker. This is not an efficiency improvement, but a measure to propagate technology.

　The workers do not know what they are making, they just tighten the screws or set the parts. The final step is me. Skilled craftsmen who can predict the finished product are removed. By the way, it seems that the window flowers are made with extra supplies and are going to be ripped off.

　Midea is modifying the Carl Gustav into a low pressure gun with instructions and window flowers. She uses a modified kid to make it a low pressure gun with no back blast. The ammunition has to be modified because the pressure of firing will be higher.

　Unfortunately, its elevation angle is not as high as the curvature gun, so it is more like a flat-fire gun. The effective range is about 2.5km, but the target accuracy is good because the anti-aircraft gun is in direct line of fire.

　The type of ammunition is a howitzer and incendiary howitzer (for trolls) with an impact fuse. All of them are locally manufactured and use water-impregnated explosives. The incendiary shrapnel is made of reduced fragments and added fuel and adhesive combustibles to increase viscosity. The original is 84mm.

　It comes with a springboard to prevent duds.

　Other parts were also cleverly stored. There's a weird cover on the exhaust ducts of the factory in the car, isn't there?　But it is a life ring for low pressure gun. It is a replacement for a recoilless gun with a different ammunition speed.

　There was even a muzzle brake and a simple parking device before. The recoilless gun was forced to become a low pressure gun, so its firing speed is lower.

''Ryota, I'm not good at difficult, detailed work. Do you have an easy job?

　Midia whined and I reassigned her to feed the acid slime. This slime emits a different kind of sulfur when stimulated, depending on the type. But if you don't take acid and adjust their food, their excrement becomes the main raw material for hydrous explosives.

　The food for acid slime production is easy but spicy as it is made of carrion and manure. Also, a type of acid slime needs either alm stone (aluminite) or a hard-smelling organic sulfur compound.

　I check the parts made by a local blacksmith. Electronic calipers, but it's tricky and surprisingly difficult... but even in this world, window flowers are only allowed to have an error of +/-0.05mm. I am especially bad at internal diameter measurement.

'Ryota-sama, you're late!　Measure quickly and accurately. Do you want to use a micrometer (precision measuring instrument)?

　Gee!　A highly accurate but cumbersome measuring device and. It's definitely slower than an electronic caliper, and it's definitely going to piss me off...　

No, I can do it with calipers!　Leave it to me, I'm used to it, I'll be fine!

　Manufacturing is the final stage, mixing cotton gunpowder with liquid magic core and oak back oil to create the projectile. Oak back oil is a great help as it is an all-purpose oil that can be mixed with combustion regulators and water-impregnated explosives.

　It finally ends with the removal of phenol and other chemicals from the coal. I was able to make a detonator and a small amount of picric acid type D explosives.


We managed to finish production.

'Ryota-sama, you managed to make it in time. All we need to do now is to bring the supplies to the bell tower and set up the pseudo Claymore. But the human race in this world is soft, I'm appalled.

　The human race in this world has never had experience with simple work so far. There are people who just tighten the screws and set the parts. That is too much pain for the people of this world.

　If there is a flaw in the window flower surveillance, a buzzer sounds and the flow work stops. And if the work is delayed, and the person who sends in an incomplete part is banged on the wall and shouted at by those around him. We think we deserve to run away, don't we?

'We're having a break and we're having a hard time with the replacements because after ten hours we started getting fugitives, and I thought we were going to have eighteen hours, and you're totally soft!　It's generally a strange idea, hard work pays off?　Do you get paid more for better results?　Is it Showa?

　The modern pollution of window flowers is too much!
　Humans aren't machines, okay?
　Maybe it's too late for window flowers...


The preparations are almost complete and we're on our way to the walled towers.

　I asked for a belfry and they told me they didn't have one that was just the right size. In the end, we agreed to rent out one of the towers on the wall. However, I can see several usable bell towers. Perhaps this is a planned crime to get as close to the demon as possible?

　I had no choice but to bring weapons and ammunition to the boarding structure. Window flower and Midea set up the claymore and hide the blasting barricade. Workers are still setting up the rokusai (deer protection fence).

　After the work was done, I prepared to contact the Goddess with the secret communication app on my phone. I've sent her an email in advance, so the meeting starts as soon as we can communicate.

I've been talking about window flowers. I won't make fun of you anymore, but you can tell me anything you want.
"...hmmm ...the probe was angry with her...

　I wonder if it's true?　But the problem is more serious than that and consultation is more important. I want to do something about the inhumanity of window flowers. I'm mostly a parenting neurotic and rightly so, God willing.

I'm not so sure about Window flowers' emotional education, as you wrote in your email. I know it is unavoidable, but the modern pollution is very bad. Please help me.

The reason is Ryota. When you were job hunting, you researched on the internet for company information and employee reviews of the industry, right?　That's the current situation for ordinary workers. The people who lament on the internet are in a particularly awful environment, but that's because Ryota himself was like that...''

　
　I'm the one who twisted her heart.
　This is unforgivable.

And she's planning to train Ryota to endure the harsh working environment.

'.........when Ryota got sick.......the doctor banned him from the computer for a month......for Madoha.......the lonely and painful experience of not being needed by Ryota.......the trauma.......'

　Ah, the time I was working on the computer and suddenly I was delirious from a sudden flashback... And the means of resolving the trauma by becoming an appendage. In other words, it enabled me to strengthen me.

'Goddess, I understand that I was the cause. I somehow want Window Flowers to feel safe. Window flowers don't have to suffer because of me I will do whatever I can to help you. Please, please, please lend me your wisdom.''

　Although over the phone, I bow deeply and wholeheartedly.

"My power can't save your heart as well. 　The power of the electronic spirits is necessary, but did you think that that kind of treatment would make your mind grow?''

Will you be in contact with him? ....

　It's always been a pain in the ears. But it's because of my past and the way I've been treated since I had a heart, and also because of the way the window flowers are acting out of compassion for me. Even if you are groping for it, you have a duty to fix it. Above all, I am the owner of the window flower.

"Thank you, Goddess. I don't know how to be specific, but I will definitely nurture your heart.

"Mm, why not?　It's not all your fault, and it's not society's fault either. Forget the thought of it.
"....the heart of a window flower you must nurture and contact me even if you have nothing to do with it...

　Goddess full of parental compassion I don't have parents anymore, but if I did, I'm sure they would have said the same thing to me. The Goddess's compassion is hard on my unclean heart, but it's heartbreaking.

　I'll do my best!　But I'm an idiot who forgets easily. If that happens, please feel free to scold me.