An active hunter in Hokkaido was thrown into another world.

That's all there is to it.

The killer is definitely taking a test shot.

There must be traces of you doing the test. Let's look for that.

View the roof of the mansion.

Windy chickens tilt diagonally.

"That's it."

"Oh my..."

"Can someone do people and get the wind watching chickens down"

"Okay."

The gardener put a ladder on it and removed the wind watching chicken to bring it to me.

"Look."

There are two holes in a large copper-plated wind watching chicken held with both hands, 12.7 mm.

"The killer is trying and firing first with this."

"... he said he had been shot in several times before his father was killed"

"Right."

I'll try to calculate the sumo in my notebook.

I don't know some of the initial speeds of 12.7 mm military ammunition.

The normal rifle is about 800 meters per second, so maybe 1000 meters?

0.8 seconds to landing, as shooting a distance of 793 m.

The drop is 3.13 m with a 9.8 x 0.8 squared divide of 2.

I have air resistance, so when I factor about 1.3 on this, it's 4m.

For having tested a few shots before making a hole in the wind watching chicken......

There it is.

The roof tile below the diagonal of the wind watching chicken is broken. What's the difference between that high and low?

There are also bullet marks on the marble columns about 2m below.

This means that the killer suddenly tried the objective rifle he was aiming at at at about 500m first at 793m and hit 2m below, so he modified the scope and hit another 1m below, so he fixed it again and hit the wind watching chicken. The goal is wind watching chickens. You can also tell from the fact that there were two bullet wounds.

You will have tested four shots until you are sure it will hit you. That's how you finished fixing the scope, and then you shot the Viscount. It's so hectic.

You're not a professional sniper. It's the type that hits while shooting multiple shots and fixing the landing appropriately. The de amateur who doesn't even measure the distance at first, that is, can't do ballistic calculations, can't even calculate how many centimeters he travels in one click by turning the turret of the scope, and does it appropriately in "about this much".

... Well, that's normal.

I'm the only one at the shooting tournament at the hunting association who's carrying a measure, landing a bullet gauge, and calculating the amount of adjustment on one hand of the calculator. Say big seniors, I've been turning them around and saying "a little bit more" or "too far gone" and I've tested many shots. Now they're all like, "Nakajima, how many moves should I make?" and so on. "Haha......

Maybe in conjunction with the sound of the bell around 11: 00 to 12: 00 at lunch. Does that mean the Viscount finished his lunch and finished his nap and got to his seat at 3: 00? Daytime grandeur, no, you can't confirm the landing without daytime.

Turn further behind the mansion.

Look for places where you can see church spires and overlap where the wind chickens were.

There was. It's eating into the walls. Two shots.

"Try standing here. You can see where the chickens were and the church spires overlap."

"Indeed."

Your son nods.

"I mean, Father said he was shot in that rubble from that church bell-poking hall."

"Definitely"

"You can't prevent that."

Mr. Bal groans.

"There's no proof. This is too absurd to say evidence. That's the level where you get laughed at with your nose even if you sue..."

"Would you believe it?

"Believe me, I am. But I can't make anyone else believe me."

"That's right..."

This is all I have left to prove. If you were in Japan, you would be arrested immediately.

But if you can't do that, you're going to be taka.

'The people of this world don't even have the concept of saying guns in the first place.

You must think so.

"Not now."

That said, now your son, who has become Lord's deputy, turns to me.

"I believe in you, too. Mr. Singh."

"Thank you"

We are going to have lunch at the mansion.

Pay up, me, Saran, Mr. Bal and your son.

It's lunch for just four people without even a butler.

"No hard greetings, no manners, please. It's rude, I'd like your honest opinion."

"That's good. If you do, you'll help me too."

It's just too much, Mr. Bal.

Saran takes a pot and pours tea on everyone.

"Thank you. I heard she was Lord Singh's wife?

"Yes."

"That's a surprise... Elves to my wife."

"Well, I don't think so."

"It's not a rare noise. No, that's good. Excuse me."

Don't go into the private sector.

I thought you were quite a person.

"Sin, what do you think you should do?

"One thing first, if Master Kiliffe wants no difficulty"

"Hmm."

"Having made things easier, Father announced them as unknown accidents or illnesses, early funerals, henceforth dedicated to territorial management and distancing himself from the Church, without any investigation or charge. All previous hostilities against the Church will be withdrawn and irrelevant"

"Hey Sin!

Mr. Bal gives his voice in a casual manner, but it's nothing. It's one of the regular bureau jobs.

Trying to avoid trouble first as something in public office is one of the natural responses.

Because this world lord is a mayor and mayor, so to speak.

"... Bal. It's not a bad hand. It's a good story. If you guys hadn't visited me like this, it would have happened. I'm still going to do that."

"If you move poorly, now Master Kiliffe will be targeted."

"Exactly."

"That's right..."

"The meal cools. It's good while eating. Do it."

That's how you get your hands on the meal from Kirif himself.

Even when your father is like that, he eats meat. I see you as someone with a pretty good liver.

"The other thing is, find the killer and catch him. This is likely to get a lot of things missed by the church. Let it also be a further hostility. It's hard to catch."

"If you kill me, don't just shut your mouth. I don't know if I can catch him alive, but there's nothing more I can do."

"One more thing, have it move to something with power above the Church"

"If I can do that, I'm doing it all the time. The equivalent is about His Majesty the King. That's how powerful the Pope is in the Church."

"Can we expect a fair trial, a trial by law?

"Absolutely. I'll do a trial full of shapes, but it's the free will of the powerful there.... what I, the lord, say."

"If we capture the killer in this realm, we can dispose of him as Kiliffe pleases."

"Of course."

"Can't even the church speak to that?

"Similar to robbery, robbery, and slaughter. Tie him down immediately. If you do, the church can say nothing. As a matter of fact, that's what I expect from you hunters."

Dispose of the killer inside. Sounds a little good to me......

"Not necessarily one killer."

"Right...... So is that."

"Does that mean that if you put your hand on the killer, even if you capture it, there will be further assassinations in retaliation?

"Did you say that, Mr. Bal..."

"Bad......"

"No, you better tell me because I'm an idiot. It was easy to understand, Mr. Bal."

Was Saran better that way?

"I have one question"

"Something"

"Is there such a thing as the Church summoning brave men independently?

"Yes."

Master Kirif nods.

"I read the Bible"

"I didn't know you were going to read that. You're a very patient man."

Dear Kirif, grin bitterly.

"The great adventure story of the brave men who defeated the demon kings of history. I was really bored."

"The upper class in this country reads that as an upbringing"

"In it, apart from the brave men who defeated the Demon King, there are several brave men whom the Church summoned to invoke from another world"

"It's a fabrication made by the Church for authority."

"I can't even say that."

Take out the Bible and spread out the pages with sticky notes.

"Hundreds of years ago, there are examples of brave men who shot down demons with fire and iron. The brave summoned by the Church often possess some special ability."

"Excuse me."

Master Killiff reaches over the table and receives the Bible.

"The artifact, by cancer, shoots down the demons that attack the villagers..."

"I thought it had happened in the past."

"... I see"

This world and the planet where I was. I don't know if the flow of time is consistent or random, but the gun itself has been around for hundreds of years. That was already done for the warring heads. There were not only firewire guns, but also cannons and cannons. Air guns were also present during the Napoleonic War and the Edo period.

What we're dealing with now is a monster called an objective rifle.

"I wish I didn't have to say anything else, but let's be honest. I have no desire to avenge my father. [M] There were many things I should disagree with about my father's management. I intend to use this as an opportunity to re-govern. I probably won't leak it either, and I'll rot as a nobleman. Before that happens, I want to hit my hands as hard as I can. I think it's a good opportunity."

I'm going to be a good lord.

"On the other hand, in everything the Church says, that makes it harder to do. It is also not sincere to be frightened by the threat of the Church in the future and to see further assassinations repeated. I sincerely hope to solve it. No cooperation will be spared. Why don't you take this?"

"... what do you mean to take on"

"I'll take care of it"

……

Really, it seems aristocratic.

In short, give a satisfactory result, that's an order.

"The reward is one hundred gold coins. Fifty upfront, please."

"I can't promise you. No advance required."

"It's a humble thing"

"That's right. I want to go back to Elf Village right away."

"Hey Sin!

Mr. Bal, shut up.

"Who's the next nobleman who's going to be targeted?

I honestly don't see it.

"We must listen to other assassinated nobles"

"Write a reference"

"Please"

Mr. Kiliffe, who finished his meal early, will be withdrawn.

As we continued our meal, they returned and gave us the seal.

Surprise.

Because it had the name of its neighbor, Lord of Topples, and the Haxbal family.