An active hunter in Hokkaido was thrown into another world.

23. Senior Hunter's Escort Internship *

"In taking on escort duties, I'm supposed to have them work with veterans for an internship once. Join the merchant's escort team and experience it once. This is mandatory. You guys are amateurs, so we treat you like customers. We have travel expenses. That's who I am."

"Speaking of which, what happened to the reward of Goblin's crusade?

"… convey the word of the lord"

Yeah, I only have a bad feeling about it.

"'It was dauntless,' said Viscount Altars."

That's right......

"Sorry. Those guys, they give money in advance, but not after. Well, think of it like that. Before you do anything, you will be asked to sign a proper contract and either have the reward paid as far in advance as possible, or you will get the job properly ordered from the guild. Remember."

"... Yes, I found out by staining myself"

Protesting also made me an asshole.

Saran seems to be naughty, too. Half-eyed.

"I'm the one who asked for it urgently. I think it was bad. So I'll give you the price for the internship in my guild. I'll introduce you to the party. So give me a break."

"Yes."

"I can't help it."

Three days later, waiting while exterminating Sika, Coyotes, etc., Grandpa Buyer told me that he had decided to join the merchant squad.

Many carriage convoys are loading and unloading their luggage in the morning when they head out to the east exit.

Twelve vehicles, I guess.

Do you feel like a station carriage I saw in an old western play?

"Ugh, you guys are the 'Tanuki heads'? Wow, that's cool."

... Were we named after that?

It's the raccoon hat we're both wearing.

It's definitely not Tanuki. Although it is the upper and lower body camouflage clothes that I wear.

I was called out by a middle-aged man with iron plate protective gear that seemed like a goth, tall big man about the same height as Saran.

"That's Saran, the big girl, and you're the pigeon killer."

Could you make it a little better nickname?

You're already famous for that, aren't you? I don't know......

"I'm Bertier, a second-degree hunter. I'm the leader of the team Baristes. I've heard from the Alliance Master. They wiped out twelve goblin nests. I was wondering what kind of one would come, but I didn't know it was you guys..."

"You know about us?

"I saw you shooting down a pigeon here. Looks like he was using his pussy, but don't hit it so hard."

That's how I laugh. You're a fancy guy.

"I also hear you use other strange tools. The master told me, 'Don't ask. Don't look'. They use a lot of unusual things. Are you a magician?

"Well, is that how it is? They're both ranged."

I switched to a 26-inch shotgun barrel. Buckshot to the M870. I don't think you know what I'm carrying because I'm wearing a gun cover.

Saran is that super long bow. I could have speared it.

Hmm, Mr. Bertier nods.

"Well, still, it would be real if we could tailor the Labaraswani and defeat the twelve goblins. I trust you there. Mr. Bal tattooed me with an expecting rookie. Regards."

"Yes, thank you for your help"

That's what I'll say. We'll both bow our heads.

"You guys have been treated for now. Look at what we do. But it's an internship, so I'll have you watch it with me, and if it's a fight, join me. Basically, we'll take care of the support work. That's all right."

"Yes."

"Baristes, assemble!

I got a member referral.

Spear leader, Mr. Bertier. Mr. Mild, the swordsman of a shield on a one-handed sword.

These two seem to have been combing for years and are close in age.

Two more wizards. One says it's attack magic, and one says it's a recovery or a defense system.

And there's a bow, a party for five, right? They are all men.

... right?

There's no way a working woman would do a hunter, is there?

Something fantastic about a beautiful girl adventurer or something. You have to be there.

There was not a single woman in the hunting society to which I belonged.

It's just an urban legend in a country town like mine to talk about hunting girls lately.

It seems unlikely in this world anymore that you're a hunter but you're married and you have a wife and you're huntering with me. Mr. Bal said. Yes.

She said, "If you have a wife, get a decent job..."

If it's something you can do, you might want to. Yes.

"I thought you were stuck with grass and leaves, that stain... Wow."

"Yes, it's gear to hide in mountains and woods and get close to prey"

Mr. Bertier is impressed to see our camouflage clothes.

"I'm a hunter, but I'm guessing you're hunters."

"Well, yes."

"There's no big difference. They're human, they're animals."

Guerraggera laughs.

I'm not very funny......

Each one of us splits into a leading carriage, a Shinkari carriage. Shinkansen is directed by Mr. Mild. We're leading the carriage with Mr. Bertier.

He thinks he can win if he attacks from behind because the burglars are stupid, so he's going to increase the number of people behind him.

Come on, let's go!

The destination is Topples in the neighborhood. It's a city bigger than Surplast we were in. You're far from the river and inland.

It's my first land trip, and it's a new city for me and Saran. Looking forward to it.

"I've been told not to look, not to ask, but I want to know more about my people's weapons than I sometimes fight with them, and I want them to tell me what they are and how to use them."

Mr. Bertier asks me. [M]

Now Saran sits next to your mistress, and he's on guard.

Saran is sensitive to the signs of enemies and animals, so it's perfect for watching.

"This is it..., it's an iron cannon"

Remove the cover and show the M870.

"... I've never seen anything like it. I know you're gonna shoot out the magic..."

"Well, that sounds like it."

"How far will it reach?

"Well, it's as powerful as a regular bow, more powerful than a bow"

"Can anyone use it?

"I can't do it without you."

Yeah, "you can't do it without a bullet," to be exact.

"You made it?

"No, the craftsman."

"What a craftsman?

This is Elipharette Remington.

He is the founder of the U.S. Remington Arms Company. You're the master of the firearms world who woke himself up doing everything from barrel to gun making. Remington is the oldest existing American firearms manufacturer from before the Civil War, so you're not lying.

"You've never heard of that. I wouldn't be surprised if my name was known if I could make so much stuff..."

"I've been dead for over a hundred years now. I inherited this from my grandfather."

"Right. I guess it's valuable. Take care."

"Yes."

I managed to deceive you without lying.

Ah, Koitsu, it kind of tells me you're lying.

"Um."

"Hmm?"

I'd like to talk to you about something else.

"How do you tell when you're a burglar, a robber?

"Well, you, the one with the weapon is the burglar."

"Don't the general public have swords or something to protect them from when they travel?

"Human beings in general are forbidden to possess weapons. Take the station carriage when you travel"

Oh, really?

"... Speaking of which, we used to walk around a lot."

"Except hunters. You can walk with a weapon. If you can stop me, you can show me your card."

"But what about hunters or bandits?

"Hmmm...... well all I can say is that you can see it there. We guard hunters are familiar with other hunters. You better sell your faces to your fellow hunters a lot. If they crusade you by mistake, it's not funny."

That's not funny......

"Well, they're dirty, stinky, and they suck enough to see you stealing wild. I'm not as small as you guys are, and there's no way I can bring a woman. We don't even look like bandits, do we?

Right. I know all of them are pretty good gear at first glance.

"You guys wear that hat all the time. It's gonna be a good landmark."

Have you decided with Tanuki head yet? Shall I call you "Raccoonhead" next time?

"People!"

Saran raises his voice, me and Mr. Bertier ride out and look forward.

…… Where? "

"A long time ago, though. Five. Hunter-like."

"... you have a good eye, young lady. Be on your guard."

Mr. Bertier will change with Saran and sit next to your podium.

Me and Saran peek in from behind.

"Oh, that's a Tillers party. I've been entrusted with street patrols."

Five, give way to the carriage team and wait beside them.

When Mr. Bertier waves, all five of them meet and laugh.

I'm equipped with bows, spears, swords, but, um, you're dirty.

Are you stealing wild and even dirtier than this......

We need to be aware of our familiarity.

"The one who's not a robber is polite to give way like that and wait. You can't complain if you get shot with a bow if you get stuck poorly. Remember."

"Yes, I'll be careful"

"And there's a lot of bandits. More than ten people are normal."

"Such a number of people, can you fight with this many escorts!

"The kind that bandits do is eating up, Locdenasi. It's impossible to be a few elite. If I had such an arm, I'd be working another job. They're weak, so they're surrounded by numbers, threatening and attacking... He's not our enemy."

You're so confident. Reliable.

"Well, it's a major street between Surplast and Topples. There aren't many people who go wild in such a crowded place. There are good escorts like us, and the bandits are thorough in the guild to kill them all on the spot. Hundreds of years ago, robbers are not a lucrative business now. Still, we've been talking about bandits lately."

Even countrymen like me know about the "death flag" thing.

I've tried not to dare say it, but I knew it. Er...

"There will be bandits. Hunters provide escorts. The Bandits will be gone. More merchants travel without escort when they are safe. Then there will be another bandit group. Repetition."

Saying human is the same everywhere you don't learn......

"People! Five or more!

"... you're a thief. And you know very well, miss."

I guess it's because it's an elf.

It's amazing, Sarah.