"Hold," Lute commanded, his voice steady. He wasn't just a soldier; he was a leader of a specialized unit—his "Army Harem"—though he often found the name more embarrassing than the girls did. To them, he was the man who had given them the power to protect their homes without needing a drop of noble blood or rare magical talent.
Beside him, Snow, the white-wolf girl, checked the magazine of her submachine gun. Her ears twitched at the sound of the approaching Orc vanguard. "They’re within range, Lute," she whispered, her eyes sharp with a focus that combined her natural predatory instincts with the modern tactical training Lute had drilled into her. "Hold," Lute commanded, his voice steady
"In this world, you call it magic," Lute said, adjusting his sights for the final shot. "In mine, we just call it ballistics." Beside him, Snow, the white-wolf girl, checked the
The silence of the valley was shattered by a rhythmic, mechanical thunder. It wasn't the chaotic explosion of a fireball, but the precise, high-velocity crack of lead meeting air. From their hidden positions, Chris and Meiya unleashed a crossfire that turned the Orc charge into a standstill. "In this world, you call it magic," Lute