episode_0057

In real-world mobile warfare, the goal is to fill the front line with infantry and then break through the enemy’s vulnerabilities with small, elite armored units to build a large-scale encirclement network, and go much further by armoring all army units and making heavy armored vehicles by modifying heavy tank chassis. The infantrymen who board and disembark are provided with full-body bulletproof reinforced exoskeletons, overwhelmingly pushing back against the enemy forces!

After hearing my grand plan, Hannah thought for a moment and then shook her head left and right instead of up and down and said,

“GPS satellites, attack helicopters, heavy armored vehicles, unmanned drones and reinforced exoskeletons. Unfortunately, these are just things that are difficult to make on my own.”

“…Why? You have the power of magic that allows you to easily accomplish things that are difficult to accomplish with science and technology.”

“You are correct. However, I received the lady’s grace to the extent that I gained the ability to transform into a human, and creating things is also done by borrowing a portion of the lady’s magical power…”

In the end, if you want to get what you want, you should not talk to yourself, who is just a maid, but play well with Bryn, who was born with tremendous magical power, and Pri, the owner of the magical engineering artificial consciousness.

I don’t hate playing with cute kids who might give me heart disease just by looking at them, and if in return for playing with kids I like, I get skills and weapons that will help my country’s victory, it’s a long-term business, so there’s no reason to refuse. Still, questions remain.

“I can’t help it. So let me ask you this. Even if everything else is the same, do you know what GPS satellites and drones are and are you saying that they are difficult to make on your own?”

If we recall the example of Leonardo da Vinci, who lived a long time ago when it was not even thought that humans could fly, who drew a picture showing the principles of a rotorcraft, people living in the 1920s, when airplanes were flying, would think of helicopters. It may be possible to raise it, but artificial satellites and unmanned drones are clearly things that go beyond the imagination of people of this era.

I couldn’t help but ask separately.

“I don’t think I ever told you. To me, I can clearly see what Paula is thinking and what memories she has. Oh, I’m trying to avoid embarrassing memories as much as possible, so don’t worry too much…”

“Somehow, they were talking about computers and the Internet that didn’t even exist in this era…”

If Hanna could peek into my thoughts and memories, it would be right to consider the possibility that Elysia would find out that I was actually a man, not because of the satellite, but when I asked around, it seemed like she couldn’t even read that. Possessing me in another world. It would not be incomprehensible if the unknown being ordered to install a firewall that no one could break through was limited to the relevant matter.

It would have been nice if I had installed a firewall so that no one could see my past life memories, but I should consider myself fortunate that even the most important parts can be kept secret. Or, well, you can’t just go to a guy you don’t even know where he lives, grab him by the collar, and ask him to upgrade his firewall, right?

Even if there is a way to pinpoint its location at this point, it is better not to go there because if you go there by mistake, you may be downgraded.

“Still, the lady is getting ready in her room today saying she has something to show Paula, so please welcome her warmly when she comes out later.”

“Brin has something to show me?”

Now that I think about it, the kids who used to hear me like a ghost and run to me when I entered the front door were so quiet today, even though they followed me.

Even though Bryn, who is unusually smart for a one-year-old, can resist the urge to run out and prepare a gift to surprise her beloved mother, Free is just as likely to crawl out with a piece of paper in her mouth, but her sister focuses on making the gift. Are they at least rooting for me when I see them doing it?

Before long, the door to the room the children were in opened and my doubts were completely answered.

“Mom! Mom, mom, mom! This is what Bryn has to show mom!”

“Atta ta ta… Mom, Mom…”

Behind Bryn, who walks out of the room, there is a cart with a low handle so that the baby can hold it, Free with a piece of paper in its mouth, and rabbit dolls and hummingbirds that can act with some sense of self thanks to Hannah’s magic. It was difficult.

The cart was loaded with a frame containing a picture drawn on a four-panel canvas. Anyone can see that this is a drawing I drew to show my mother, but if I pretend to know, Bryn might be upset because she is young, so I have to pretend not to know.

“Yes~? I’m really curious about what our Bryn has prepared~?”

Hannah waited for me to finish speaking and held the picture on the cart with both hands so that Elysia and I could enjoy it comfortably. Bryn, who saw it, spoke in a cheerful voice.

“Ta-da~ This is a drawing Bryn worked so hard to show to her mom!”

The picture in Hannah’s hand was incredibly detailed and beautiful for a one-year-old baby to have drawn with crayons for infants and toddlers.

A full moon rising in the night sky. The picture depicting a brightly shining land that has not yet been reached by mankind but will later be conquered by the Apollo spacecraft launched by the United States, which stole our country’s (Germany’s) V-2 rocket technology, was quite moving to me. gave it

Ah… how can the full moon rising on the canvas, not even the sky, be this beautiful? I am not Bryn’s biological mother, and I am just someone who comes and plays with her every evening. Is it okay for me to receive such a wonderful gift?

I, who had always thought that my country (Germany) had been robbed of the moon landing by the United States, the ‘leader of decadent Western democracies’, could not hold back and burst into tears.

“Oh… I… Why… I’m crying…?”

When I wiped away the tears that had flowed without me realizing it with the back of my hand, Bryn was the first to look fidgety, followed by Free who read her sister’s emotional changes and looked sullen. The facial expression was an expression, but it was impossible to pass by without noticing the long rabbit ears hanging down.

“Mom… do you look up to me? Why are you looking up to me? When mom cries, tears come out of Bryn’s heart too…”

“Awww…”

Seeing the children look like they were going to cry at any moment if I didn’t soothe them, I stopped crying and hugged them one by one in each arm. Fortunately, both Bryn and Free were good kids, so that alone calmed the mood.

Afterwards, there was a brief reading of Bryn’s own poetry. Like the picture shown first, it was a short poem on the theme of the full moon.

“Brin writes a poem to tell his mom!”

『Mom is a full moon in my heart

The mom who gives me love is the kind full moon

My mom who plays with me is a pretty full moon

My mom who made me a doll is a wonderful full moon

On full moon nights, I am the happiest in the world.

I like the full moon the best in the world!!!

– Full Moon, by Brünnhild Hauser』

The moment Bryn’s poetry reading ended, Free, who had been listening quietly in the background, clapped with her small hands.

“Wow!”

I don’t think I understood the content of my sister’s poem, but I could only read the mood and figure out the right time to applaud. What a smart kid. Even among adults with much larger bodies than Free, there are many people who have a terrible time communicating, which is really surprising.

Because it was made of soft fabric, it didn’t make a loud sound, but the rabbit dolls that were given their own identity could be seen clapping along with the ‘little lady’. In the case of hummingbirds without hands, chirping replaced applause.

Bryn, who recited a self-written poem with her chubby cheeks trembling, fell into my arms with a shy smile in the warm welcoming atmosphere, and I praised her talent for art.

“Our Bryn is good at drawing~ and writing poetry~~”There is nothing she can’t do~”

“Euhi, heehi…”

Bryn received my petting with a happy face as usual and then spoke the first sentence of the poem once again.

“Mom, you are the full moon in my heart!”

After hearing those words, I looked at the picture again, and at first I noticed that I was distracted by the full moon and couldn’t see it. Two small stars floating next to the full moon.

“Ah, these baby stars symbolize Free and me. Isn’t it cute?”

I was so moved by Bryn’s heart that she wanted to be with me even in the picture, but instead of staying away from her new little brother, she played with her and included her in the picture, and I showered her with kisses.

How can I hate a child who loves me so much even though he knows that I am not his biological mother? Bryn deserves to be praised for her mere existence before developing more advanced technology and weapons for her country’s victory.

The same goes for Free. The magic my sister used flowed into the rabbit doll I made myself, and as a result, Free came to like me and my sister. Free is a mite. Mites need to be protected by adults.

And in order for the growing mites to grow up seeing only pretty and good things, they must become members of the Waffen SS and defeat Britain and the United States, destroy the empty illusion called democracy, and even defeat the Soviet Union. Until the day our country is victorious, Sieg Heil!