'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

Then I also received the various instruments I had asked Iberis for.

They say that 'the robot' is at the same time a machine, but also has the skill to create metal appliances.

Shaker spare, for example. There was one shaker I brought into this world, but he parsed it and made a couple of pretty much the same ones. The ingredients are uncertain.

Some other bartender essentials, such as bar spoons and major cups, were also available. Even for when I lost it, I wanted some numbers.

I'm not sure how to metalwork it, but they're using magical 'supernatural forces' to do it.

"Oh, or there was one more thing! I almost forgot. Yo!

I checked the equipment and was satisfied that I was leaving the factory with Sui.

As Iberis recalled, he took out an object.

Sui, who was next door, said, "Again, weird machine?," I can tell you're a little fed up.

But I said, with a little excitement, it was taken out.

"You made it! The gun!

To my words, Iberis answered with a V sign.

I received the cylindrical metal and checked it out.

Heavy with the decoy.

The coolness of the metal and the thickness of the black paint make it feel heavier.

I'll hold the grip, it fits my hand strangely and seems to suck.

"What do you think? I think we have the mechanism we were hearing about."

"Yeah, I'm probably fine. Ammunition goes in, right?

"It's perfect there!

What I got made of is a form of gun called 'revolver'.

Something very simple: a revolving magazine called a cylinder that detonates gunpowder by loading a bullet and tapping a detonator with a hammer.

However, although the structure is simple, it is therefore robust and reliable.

And I've heard stories from customers before.

To tell you the truth, I don't know that much about guns either.

"So, what's this? Weapons?"

"For once, a weapon, it should be"

Iberis, the tenant who built the gun, was leaning his neck while keeping it to himself.

That should be it, too. 'Guns' do not exist in this world.

I knew it was a magical civilization, so 'magic' seems to be the strongest and most convenient ranged attack in this world.

Well, a world that uses' magic 'instead of' gunpowder 'for fire and explosion.

How could a weapon called a 'gun' be designed, developed and disseminated?

What's more, 'droids' who are supposed to have that kind of technology don't make the kind of machines they use to fight, so it's all the more awkward.

The reason I asked you to make this "gun" is because I explained verbally what the customer told me, and the later design threw a round at Iberis.

It was made by two people who don't understand it well, so it won't be popular from now on either.

So why did you make it?

The answer is simple.

It's decided because I wanted to try it.

My magic is Ammunition.

No, I'm the one who named it that way, but that's not the problem in this case.

Personally, I thought there was a reason that my magical, morphologically altering substance was the appearance of ammunition.

Ammunition is what shoots out with a gun. Something must happen.

That's why I was making a request to Iberis.

Of course the soda machine was the priority, but I was wondering if you could make a 'gun' if you were free.

At the time of the request, Iberis looked difficult. Not that it's hard to make, I guess it wasn't much fun not knowing what that was.

But that's my exclusive contractor, so he made sure he did the request.

"That means the weapon, is there something about that 'ammo' guy?

"I'll give that a try now. You don't need any parts or anything?

Asking Iberis, she picked up the right screws and gave them to me from the cluttered rolling equipment. Just about the size of ammo.

Gratefully received, I mumble 'Chant'.

"The waves of life, the ancient intentions, what I seek is the appearance of my soul."

When I uttered Ammunition, one of the only two magics I could use, the screw turned the figure into ammunition.

If you look at it this way, it's still ammunition, no matter where you look from.

The bullet, the part to be shot out, shows a rounded and suspicious metallic gloss.

The cylindrical torso containing the gunpowder that shoots it out is also carrying some magical force. I feel it.

I mean, if you try loading this onto a gun, something happens.

With such anticipation, I put the bullet I had just made into the revolver I had just made.

I went that far and realized I wasn't thinking about where I was going to shoot it.

Phew, and then I took a breather and asked Sui and Iberis how they were expecting what would happen.

"Uh, I think it's dangerous, so can I try it outside for a second?

"Good, but what happens?

"Maybe something amazing happens."

I grinned and moved the place outside.

There are clouds in the sky.

As I set my sights on one of those sparse things, I swallowed your spit.

"So let's go, shall we?

To my words, Sui and Iberis nod in the face of tension too.

I wake up revolver shooting iron. The cylinder is fixed and ready to fire.

And I finally put my finger on that trigger,

Pulled.

Kang!

And the high noise rang around.

"............... that"

"............... anything?

".................. eh?

That was it.

The revolver's shooting iron slapped the ammo butt with a high sound, but that was it.

No particular change had come to the ammunition, and the gun had just turned into a difficult percussion instrument to handle.

Oh, that's stupid!

"Also, one more time!

I get a hammer in a hurry and pull the trigger.

This revolver is six in a row, so he should be back at the bullet site with even five more.

While operating that way, I accidentally pulled the trigger more than once.

Kang!

The gun, which was not directed anywhere, rang mercilessly without showing any danger.

Nowhere had there already been anyone who expected something to happen in the future.

"Total, go home"

"... oops"

The beginning and end of making you expect nothing to happen.

Sui's, cool voice, was just a little sweet.

Was it my mistake to call a gun because it was ammunition?