An active hunter in Hokkaido was thrown into another world.

"In fact, the assassination of nobles has been rampant in the past month"

"Wow it sucks...... I would never want to get involved."

"Don't say that. I don't know if I can fix this without you guys."

"Are you getting a request?

"Sort of. Not ours, though. Coming to the Hunter Guild is a request for an escort, but it keeps failing. Anyway, it's not normal to get killed."

……

"My head's burning, let's get started. The meat turns into gushagusha."

... Wow.

"It was you guys who came up with it. You used to take out goblins and lyle slime like that before."

"It's not me! I'm always in an elf village!

"I know. I mean, like you guys, there's someone else who uses artillery."

... That's a big problem.

"Like what? When you're at the mansion?

"That's right. The glass breaks and my head blows. Anyone thinks they've been shot in the magic. But I've never heard of magic like that. I have no idea how he was killed. I don't even know who's doing it."

"The killer's eye-catcher has to be on at all."

"That's not true. I know all about masterminds."

"How do you know that?

"If you think about who gets the most out of a victim being killed, you'll soon find out about assassinations. It is the church that is deciding who to kill. Church of the Brave."

"The Church..."

It's a shock fact.

"They were all inconvenient to the church. Let's lower the tax rate the Church squeezes from its citizens, let's curtail the power of the Church a little, the ones who are opposed to the Church's way, the ones who tried to expose the injustice of the Church... in short, the ones who are against the Church. We'll find out. Even kids can tell."

"And yet no one can investigate the church."

"Oh, the church has the power after the kingdom, and all the dead ones go by 'God's heavenly punishment has come down'. Now we're all scared of the church, and if we heck, we're gonna get ourselves killed. No one can say things."

"That sucks..."

"Of course the church guys aren't shooting iron. He said he was hiring a professional killer. I don't know what that is. But I'm definitely in this country. You can't let the church guys get on with this any better. Even if the hunter escorts him, he's got a burn in his head. If you continue to fail, you will remain muddy on the Alliance's face, and do something."

I want to go home now.

"Don't say that. No, I thought you'd say that. Can you help me a little?"

... You can't help it.

"I want to see the scene of the shooting."

"If it's this city, Viscount Alters' mansion is still intact. Now you go with me."

"Ok...... Um, is this officially a request from the Alliance?

"No, I think we're going to negotiate that."

That's how I got in the carriage and reached Viscount Altars' mansion.

I've done a pigeon extermination of a stables of horses before. This is the mansion where Mr. Horsefan only has the worst impression of being horizontal and asshole.

I can't believe I'm walking into the front door like this in a carriage.

Mr. Bal spoke to the butler and asked him to guide him.

Viscount Kihar de Altars, the master of the mansion, has just been killed, so the whole mansion is in mourning.

"Here it is, sir."

Viscount's study, right?

The windows are broken.

I still can't make large glass in this day and age, so one of the glass windows with many 20cm square glass is broken and blown away.

Tons of blood stains on the desk ceiling and floor carpet.

He said he was sitting at his desk and was shot in the back of the head while on some errand.

There must be bullet marks penetrating somewhere......

There was. It's in the fireplace.

You missed it, didn't you?

It's a big bullet wound.

I think what kind of bullet you used.

I'll hit the measure and measure the diameter.

Thirteen mm?

That's a giant bullet.

Thirteen mm?

You rarely even have a bullet hunting rifle like that, do you?

Fifty calibers?

12.7 mm?

Did that happen?

Look at the window glass from the fireplace.

You can see the spire of the Church of the Brave in the distance over the broken glass. Is it a bell poking hall?

Huh?

You shot him from over there!?

Huh??

I'll open the window and take a look at it in Nikon's laser range finder.

I can't measure it. I have more than 500 meters.

... Oh, my God.

"Nikon, laser range finder, with a guy who can measure over 1,000 yds"

I shop in a sneak magic bag.

I could buy it for two and a half gold coins.

If you want to buy it, it's a trusted Nikon after all.

Open the package, put the battery in, and I'll just take a look.

872 YD to the church spire.

Oh, I need to switch to meters.

793m......

... Impossible.

Did you even use the objective rifle?

"Deacon."

"Yes."

"I'm hitting something here in the fireplace. I think they're buried."

The butler is surprised to peek into the fireplace.

"You have a broken brick!

"Can you get a craftsman to whisk me out?

"We'll arrange it!

"Sin, what happened"

"It's a broken glass window, a Viscount's head, a fireplace hole, a straight line"

"... that's how the bullet jumped in"

"Over the window is where the killer was."

Mr. Bal looks out the window.

"Church!"

"Again, yes"

"From that place!!

"... I mean, it's not human work in this world"

……

Mr. Bal will shake his head.

"Sin...... You could be someone from a different world."

"Don't ask me that"

……

"Please meet my husband"

Deacon guided me, and I'm going to see your son.

It's Dear Kirif La Alters. You're only a teenager.

My predecessor, Lady Kihar de Altars, has died, which means that he is the current contemporary.

"You're still in mourning, a lot of confusion. I think you're being rude without having enough hospitality. Forgive me."

I'll come right into the room and sit down. He's more decent than I thought.

"My father was killed in the mansion, how did you find out he was killed?

"I'm looking into it now"

"You have no idea if it's magic, a curse, or an assassin sneaking in. You mean you're hunters?

"I'm a hunter. My name is Singh. This is my wife, Saran."

"You didn't even have a name yet because of your mind. It's Kirif La Altars. It's not official, but it's the next owner. Nice to meet you too, Bal."

That's what I say, I laugh bitterly.

It's a quick story. I don't really feel like a lot of nobility, maybe I'm quite a person.

"Sit down."

Yes, we were all standing and waiting, weren't we?

Is it like courtesy to nobility?

I'll get to the table as recommended by the butler.

"A series of noble assassinations, we know who did it. Church. Father was hard and greedy to say a good nobleman to respect. He was part of a party protesting that there were too many tax churches in this country. You can say it was moving blatantly. As I am a Viscount, I am on the lower end, but I think it would have been just fine as a show. I think it was a good threat to the people who were actually moving."

It's an accurate guess. You're calm.

"I know it's not you guys who say that and snort honestly..."

Well, it would be rude to say "right", wouldn't it?

"What was your father like?

"The top was missing from my neck. Blood and flesh splashed and the room was horrible."

"I was sitting at my desk, like I was blown out of the back?

"That's right. If you look at the blood stains, you'll see."

"Yes."

"What the hell blew it off. There's no sign of anyone breaking in."

"It's buried in the fireplace. I'm having it taken out now."

"Fireplace......"

"Do you know when he was murdered?

"Around 3pm. The maid who carried the tea found it."

"Wasn't it just three o'clock?

"Why?"

"I was wondering if it was just the time the church bell was ringing"

"... Indeed. Why would you think that?"

"When shooting bullets in with demonic props, there is a loud noise. To deceive you."

"You said you shot in at the same time as the bell sounded?

"I think so"

"From where the hell?"

"It's from the church."

"Stupid thing...... How far do you think we are from here to the church?"

It's 872 naru.

Your son looks surprised.

Nahl is the unit of length of this country. Length from nose to thumb with adult male hands spread. I mean, one yard.

A knock, a maid comes in and gives the butler something wrapped in a handkerchief.

The butler brought it and put it on the table.

"This came out of the fireplace"

That's a pile of crushed lead. Covered with copper.

Definitely. The rifle mark (* 1) remains behind.

It's a military full metal jacket bullet. It's not a hunting bullet.

Measure the diameter by hitting the measure. 12.7 mm.

It's settled.

"The killer shot this in from the top of the church bell-poking hall, 872 naru away, broke a glass window, blew the Viscount's head off, and let it plunge into the back of the fireplace."

"Stupid......"

"Let's see."

Return to the Viscount's study to see the broken windows, and the bullet marks in the fireplace.

I still have a bricklayer to clean up.

"Look at the broken window from here"

Your son lays his hand on the spot where the bullet marks appeared and sleeps and looks up at the broken window.

"Give me some more heads, yeah..."

"... Church"

"Do you understand?"

"Okay."

When you fly 872 yards as well, the bullet is falling quite freely.

That means there's an angle.

If you don't give me a little head up, I can't see the church spire.

"Let me take a look around your mansion"

"I'll come with you. Do you mind?"

"Absolutely."

- - Author annotation - -

* 1. Rifle mark

When the bullet passes through the barrel, irregularities in the groove of the rifle remain oblique to the bullet.

This is called a rifle mark.

Rifle rings, which are spiral grooves of the barrel, are created by cutting, pulling, cold forging, etc., but all rifle marks on a dozen guns are different and not exactly the same, even if they are homogeneous guns processed with the same tools in the same factory at that time. It is, so to speak, a bullet's fingerprint.

For this reason, if we examine the rifle marks that remain on the bullet, we can identify which guns were fired from.

Police are also instrumental in criminal investigations by, for example, collecting bullets and recording rifle marks in the event of a shooting incident.