Stretching.
　My shoulders were stiff from working on precision work in my room all the time since lunch.
　He had made some minor changes to the gun after seeing Tart actually use it.
　The power and accuracy of the gun were both satisfactory, so the one he was working on was reload-related.
　Considering the size and the magic blocking mechanism, the number of rounds loaded is limited to six.
　Once you run out of bullets, you have to load them one by one.
　Moreover, it will take more time and effort than a normal revolver gun due to the magic blocking mechanism to prevent it from going off.

As it is now, it's not practical to reload it during a real battle.
　On the other hand, the reliability of the magic blocking mechanism would be reduced if it were easier to pack the bullets.

''Shall we change the idea?

Instead of reloading a bullet quickly, it is replaced with a cylinder that is loaded with a bullet. This is a so-called speed loader of sorts.
　It is generally done with automatic pistols, but it is also possible to do it with a revolver.

Something like this.

The cylinder for the bullet was changed to a detachable type.
　The cylinder is detachable, so it can be used in a battle.
　The strength of the cylinder seems to be no problem.
　The only drawback is that the spare cylinders are bulky.

Okay, let's make one for me and one for Dia next time.

Both me and Dia can use 【Firefighting】, but using a pre-prepared gun is a few orders of magnitude faster.
　The advantage of being able to instantly deliver a lethal attack without chanting is huge.
　In addition, if it's the size of a pistol, it won't be much of a hindrance to carry it.
　However, in the case of Deer, even if you strengthen his physical abilities, he doesn't have the muscle power of a tart, so it would be better to reduce the power somewhat.
　I calculate the strength and draw a blueprint.

A pistol for Deere with reduced power could be made a little smaller.
　It would be easier for Deere to carry and handle that way.

So that's it.

It's getting late. Let's just design today and build tomorrow.
　As I lay in bed, I was beginning to lose consciousness when I heard a knock at the door.

"Mr. Roog, could you have a moment?

Tart's voice.
　What's going on at this late hour?

Come in.

I quickly put away the dangerous items and then invite them in.

'Excuse me,'

She was somewhat nervous and her voice was trembling.
　He saw her come into the room and was about to give a dumb voice.

'Tart, how in the world did you get dressed like that?
Yeah, well, you see, I have my reasons.

The tart is dressed as a white negligee.
　It sticks to the body and exposes the stunted tart limbs.
　In addition to being slightly transparent, he's not wearing any underwear tonight. It's incredibly s*xy, partly because the skin is slightly flushed from having been cleansed with hot water.
　It smells good.
　This fragrance is the new perfume from the Orna makeup brand, and I developed it.
　I developed it at the request of my clients. It is designed to seduce you, to give you that kind of medicinal value.
　This is supposed to be available only to subscribers.
　So that would make my mom a patsy. Mom had become a regular member of Orna as a disguise to keep in regular contact with Maha, and she also received a good amount of cosmetics.
　If you look closely, you also recognize the negligee that the tart is wearing.
　Long ago, my mom said, "I'm going to go bother Kian and make a sister for you, Lug! What a way to show it off.
　'I've tailored it to fit the tart.

I have a pretty good idea, but let me ask you something. What is it that your mother is telling you?
Well, I'm Master Rogues' assistant, and I'm an assassin. I was told that since girls are physically inferior to men, they must be able to make up for it with their own weapons, so I was told to have Master Rogues train me in that area. Also, I was told that I was to take care of my master's personal maids and that I was to take care of him as both an assassin and a maid, so I had to do that with Master Rogues.

Red to the ears, the tart says, sullenly, that Mom has blown it to him.
　Mom would think she was being supportive, but it was unnecessary.
　No, in Mom's case, it could simply be out of her own desire to see her grandson's face as soon as possible or something like that.
　The tart that gets put on it is also a tart.

"Tarts.

He calls out her name, forcibly pulls her hand, pushes her down on the bed and covers her up.

'Kyah, Master Roug,'

He shivers, but still looks at me with somewhat feverish eyes.
　Even the tart breath feels sweet, and my heart beats faster.
　It's yummy.
　I want to make a mess.

I didn't see Tart as a romantic interest, but this way I'm reminded that Tart is an attractive girl.
　........I'm immature too. No matter how much the body at my age has a s*xual appetite, I'm about to lose my normalcy in this kind of thing.

And apart from those feelings, I was also filled with anger.
　Anger at the other tart.
　Let's be a little harsh and angry.

"You don't know what you're talking about. "Using a woman as a weapon?　It is indeed effective. In assassination, a tart's body can be a very useful weapon for assassination against a man if you hone that weapon.

Tart is one hell of a beautiful girl.
　And erotic.
　Even aristocrats who are used to seeing beautiful women would want to get their hands on her. There were many men in the academy who followed her with their eyes, and a good amount of idiots who offered to buy her tart.

''Rugu-sama, I'm afraid of your eyes.''

Tart shows some trepidation at my unusual appearance.
　I grab the tart's chest.

''Ouch.''

He's soft and big, but still has a core of growth left in him.

'If the tart is serious, I can forge a woman's weapon for you. But hey, that means you'll be willing to allow your body to be used by anyone if necessary. I'll say it again. Do you really know what that means?

Tart loses his voice.
　I'm sure he was so intrigued by his mother that he didn't even realize how obvious it was.
　I can hold him.
　You can't stop thinking about it there, and you can't imagine what it will be like when you're in the real world after you've trained.

'Look, just imagine. To use a woman is to have a man you don't like violate your body and take advantage of it.

Put your foot between the tart's thighs so that you can't close your crotch.
　He also cages his strength in his hand on his chest.
　Tart gets teary-eyed and frightened that he's dealing with me.
　I guess it's also the first time I've shown her my male parts in this way.

'Scared, right?　Even I'm scared to death of him. I haven't even gotten into the act yet, but I'm not ready. So you think you can use a woman as a weapon to kill?　Come on, let's practice. Let's see what you can do. That's what I'm going to do to you, Tarts. Every chance you get, you're gonna put a gun to my stomach.

I've told Tart to always carry a gun with him, and he's still wearing it to this day, in keeping with that injunction.
　The holster wrapped around his thighs isn't very big, and since the concept of a gun is out of this world, it's considered just an accessory.
　Tart, with tears streaming down his face, pulls his gun out of the holster just as I'm about to take off the negligee and tries to put the muzzle on my stomach, but he grabs my hand and twists it up.

It's a mistake. We can't take a chance on him now. You'll have to wait until later to do anything. At this moment, it's much easier to kill him because he's so blinded by his tart, he's too busy devouring the tart to see anything else.
'Higgs, I'm sorry, I'm, I'm...'

I let the tart go and stand up.

'Tart, you're not cut out for this.

He takes out the tea leaves and cup he has stocked in his room, magically prepares hot water, makes tea and gives it to him.
　The tea leaves have a relaxing effect.
　The tart began to regain his composure as he drank the tea slowly.

"I'm not aware of any of this awful stuff.
'Wasn't I prepared for this?　Then you're going to do it when you're ready?
If there's anything I can do to help you, Master Lugue.

He looks me straight in the eye with a trace of tears still in his eyes and states.
　It's not that I didn't have enough medicine to dissuade Tart from doing this.
　It's because he's prepared to endure whatever it takes for me to respond.

'Oddly enough, you're stubborn. I buy that feeling. But no.
Is it because I'm not a good fit?
'No, your looks, and the way you behave so easily with men, is the best thing you can do to make a woman a weapon. You can call it a gift. Her timid nature is certainly not the right thing to do, but she will learn to be less fearful with time.

A hard-working tart can do it.

'Then why?'
I don't like it. I hate the idea of a tart being held by another man.

I mean it.
　Tart is her assistant, but she also considers him her favorite family member.
　It's unacceptable for a family member to be held by a man they don't like.

"That's...
It means what it says.
I'm so glad. I'm glad that Master Lugue cares about me.
'I think I take care of my tart on a regular basis. It's a shame they don't get it.
'That's not what I meant!　I know that Rougu-sama cares for me a lot and a lot. That's why I love Master Lugue so much!

Tenpah says something he doesn't usually say.

'When you're done drinking that, go back to your room and rest. I'm sorry to scare you.
No, it's for my own good. And I'm not afraid of you anymore.

Tart takes a slow drink of tea.
　He doesn't seem to have to worry about it anymore.

''Um, I'm not going to use a woman's weapon for assassination anymore. ........But, you know, how is that for a maid's job?

The tart asks, looking up.

'We'll get to that eventually. 'I'm not going to hold a woman who's shaking just because a man pushed her down,'
Ugh, Master Rouges, he can be a bit of a tease sometimes.

Tart sulked.
　Then he left the room, looking happy, but somewhat disappointed.
　He was alone and exhaled heavily.

'That was a close one.'

It was an act to discourage Tart from thinking about it, but I almost jumped out of my reasoning.
　The desire to forget my purpose and make love to Tart was overwhelming.
　I was just barely on the edge with me.

'........I'll get back at my mother later for almost hurting Tart in that way.

As expected, this one is vicious.
I'm willing to forgive most of the mischief, but it's too much.
　That man will need some moxibustion.