Hey you dwarf, stop looking at Dea's thighs under his skirt

"I know I'm saying this after I already sold them to you, but they're less practical than a rapier. Think of them as strictly for self-defense or emergencies."

"Got it."

First off, you can only fire up to six shots per reload since that's what the revolver holds, and reloading leaves you wide open.

(That said, apparently being able to fire six consecutive shots is still groundbreaking.)

And with fixed power output, it's actually harder to hold back. But since the wounds are small, you can't land an instant kill unless you hit just right.

Not being able to instant-kill monsters is a bit worrying. They're also not great when you're surrounded. Yeah, this definitely isn't reliable enough to be a main weapon.

Well, I've got Spatial Magic, so it's not a problem for me.

Anyway, we ended up doing some test firing and grip adjustments for the guns.

"I figured these were spares, but you're giving Aishia a gun too? … Are you sure about giving a gun to a slave?"

"I trust her."

"Well, whatever. But that still leaves one extra. Is the dragon gonna use it?"

"No way. I'm going dual-wield. One in each hand."

"Are you serious? Even with the reduced recoil, your hands are gonna get wrecked."

I'll just handle that with a bit of magic.

"Oh, right. Try not to throw away the spent casings. They're reusable."

"Huh. Really?"

"It'd be a pain to come all the way here every time you run out of ammo, right? Any dwarf can make bullets and load them if you show them an unused round as a sample. Though getting it done here in this village would be best."

Huh… Maybe I didn't need to buy a whole gold coin's worth after all.

Apparently, firing empty casings just produces a bang with no projectile, basically a blank… So the explosive mechanism is built into the casing itself. I see, I see.

"If you let some amateur handle it, there's a risk of misfires. Be careful."

"Wait, but what about making money? You were talking about steady income, right?"

"Hm? Only dwarves can make proper bullets. We're still making money."

Oh. I see. The unit making money is the race (dwarves) as a whole.

… Their sense of scale is fundamentally different from humans, isn't it?

While I was adjusting my second gun, Dea and Aishia, who'd finished their adjustments first, came back from test firing. The dwarf instructor (Aishia's brother) was with them.

"Uuu, the recoil is pretty strong… Even holding it with both hands, my hands hurt."

"Me too. If I'm not careful, this could interfere with housework."

Worst case, I'll heal you. Just let me know if anything happens.

"With that kind of power, recoil's inevitable. Delicate hands like yours are bound to feel it."

"… Um, Onii-san? Could you let go of my hand?"

"Ah, no, sorry. It's just, I've never seen such white, dainty, cute hands before."

Hey, dwarf over there. Stop touching Dea's hands.

"Let's put the guns away for now. Hmm, a thigh holster… That's so cool."

"Wh-Wha! What are you doing, young lady! Have some modesty!!"

Hey, dwarf over there. Stop looking at Dea's thighs under his skirt. (Second time in ten seconds.)

"Hey, Aishia. Does your brother not understand that Dea is a guy?"

"I told him, but he just said 'There's no way someone this cute is a guy' and won't listen."

That's… Well, I guess I can't blame him. Dea really is cute.

"H-Hey. If you'd like, there's a drinking party after this. Wanna come with—"

"Hey, I'll shoot you dead, you horny dwarf."

Oops, I butted in without thinking.

"Wh-What's the big deal? I'm hitting on this girl right now. When you see a fine woman, you invite her for drinks, right?"

"Dea doesn't want that, and besides, this one is mine. Shoo, shoo."

"Then please, give her to me!! I'll give you anything I own in exchange!!"

"I'm seriously gonna shoot you, you bastard."

If I had a shorter temper, you'd have already met the same fate as a certain fake Chaos God by now.

"Hey! Don't bother our guests! Get out of here, you idiot!"

"B-But Dad! I've never felt such a connection with anyone before…! I'm serious!"

"Um, I'm a guy, so…"

"Hahaha, you're quite the joker, Dea-san… Oww! Blghh!"

Oops, before I could pull the trigger, the village chief bonked him on the head and kicked him out of the room.

"… Uh. As an apology, I'll let you do unlimited free target practice. Please forgive us."

"Sure. I'll blow off some steam by firing about a thousand rounds."

"Go ahead. I'll make that idiot remake all the bullets you use, so feel free to use up our entire stock."

The village chief scratched his head, muttering that he'd drilled it into his son: if you make a move on an outsider's mate, you can't complain when you get killed.

Geez, discipline your son better!!