An active hunter in Hokkaido was thrown into another world.

"Hello -. We're doing a pigeon extermination. My name is Raccoonhead from Hunter. Can I help you get rid of the pigeons?

Neighbor, I even came to the Haxbal family in Topples.

It's not camouflage clothing today, it's a little rough clothing that feels like saying hunter, equipped with bows and arrows, pussy, and speaking to the guards from the main entrance with a raccoon hat you shouldn't forget.

"Uh, I've heard that! Was that a naughty head? I didn't take care of you before!

You talk fast.

"I'll get the butler. Wait a minute. We got a lot going on."

... thrilled.

The Haxbal family in Topples. There are many causes.

I did a terrace dobato extermination before, not just a relationship.

There was a time when the chief was the next Lord's dra son here, Fallus La Haxbal, in an elf kidnapping.

It's that nobleman who died in a very unhappy (...) accident, underneath a chandelier.

Your Lord is the father of Dra's son, Count Fandel La Haxbal.

It is this Count van der that was murdered this time.

Does that mean that the second son, Master Faal, is the current owner......

I heard you were still in your twenties.

Here comes the butler.

It's someone else, of course.

The butler who led me forward tried to kidnap Saran, and I shot him with a shotgun, and Mr. Bal stabbed him in the stop.

What are the causes......

This butler is a middle-aged man with glasses, cutlery style, isn't he?

I will not feel tender.

"Hmm, I hear more about the hunter with the sticky head than the previous deacon. What kind of a visit?

"A pigeon is, you have a very strong return instinct, and once you decide to be a nest, you come back as many times as you want. I needed to continue the extermination with guts, and the butler had asked me to come regularly, and so I came to this city a long time ago, so I showed my face. Um, what about the gray-haired butler who dealt with me before?

"He retired. I am the current Deacon because the Lord has replaced me. This is your first face-to-face meeting because it was dated to Master Faal. The pigeon on the terrace seems a little too painful, and now that your wife is asleep may be just fine..."

Does the previous butler mean retirement?

Well, then.

I'm sorry about your wife. My eldest son passed away. You don't have to either.

"Okay, please. Open the gate."

That's how I was guided inside.

"Was it a terrace, the flowers were stunning"

"It's been a little dirty since your wife fell asleep. Just fine."

Um, you're as miserable as ever.

Even a dozen or so pigeons will do this......

You shouldn't adore pigeons and feed them or anything, ma'am...

Let's get started.

Take out the air gun Diana M52 and shoot the pigeon.

Bash, bash, bash, bash!

The pigeon is falling!

"Brilliant! That's amazing. That magic trick!

"It's not a demon prop. As you can see, it's just a machine."

"Really... Use unusual objects. And it's amazing."

"I have a favor to ask you"

"Anything?"

"I want you to give this to my lord."

"... Kirif's letter of reference?

"Yes."

"I'm flattered."

I will give you a letter of reference deposited by the current Lordship Agent of Surplast, Dear Kirif La Alters.

What does it say?

Keep the pigeon extermination going.

You got about four. Saran puts it in one bag after another.

"Are you the ones who say Raccoonhead?

A slightly taller blonde came in.

Is it the current owner, Faal?

"Is it true what this letter says!?

"No, we don't know what it says either..."

Naturally. There is no way I can take the liberty of looking at noble letters.

"Mm... Is that true? I want to talk."

"Here. Can you keep it confidential, pay for it, please?"

"I got it. Let's get him cleaned up right away. Sabbath! Give me the table there."

"Yes."

Are you Sabastian? Deacon.

I went to get a servant, and a bunch of maids who pumped water into the bucket came and wiped their pigeon hun with a crying face (sorry!) I cleaned it up.

In the meantime, we will continue to exterminate the pigeons.

"... use unusual tools. Is that some kind of magic trick?

"No, this is just a machine, well done though"

"Hmm...... Excellent. Such a persistent pigeon is so easy..."

"Would you please tell your wife to feed herself to the pigeons? This is what happens as soon as you call a pigeon."

"Let's make it so...... No, my mother won't be on this terrace anymore."

"Have you been punished by a pigeon yet"

"My father was killed here. When you're enjoying your tea watching the flowers here with your mother."

... Wow.

... That sucks......

Where the pigeon eradication is one paragraph away, tea and sweets are transported and it is a holiday.

"Sabbath"

"Yes."

"I'm sorry, you need to leave, too."

"Dear Faal!

"It's a serious matter. Orders."

"... Yes"

It's just me and Saran and Lady Faal.

"Can I see your letter?

"Do you do hunters even though you can read and write? That's unusual."

Don't hesitate to show it to me.

These men are investigating a serial assassination of nobles. I want you to work together to arrest the killer. Everything these men say is right. I guarantee that. Trust me and don't doubt it. It says that concisely.

"... does Master Faal interact with Master Kirif?

"It's my neighbor's land. We've been dating since we were kids. You can call me a childhood friend. I'm your friend. You're one of the few friends without an identity."

"Was it"

"Kilif's father's lord, Lord Kihar, stood by. I didn't like it, but Killiff's a good one. Now they both assassinate our Lord and suddenly become our Lord's deputies, too busy to even talk to Loc... We can make each other struggle. Sabbath is helping me well. In fact, my family continues to be unhappy, six months ago my brother suddenly died in an accident, and this noise is again even though I have just been decided to be the next Lord. Well, my brother was a hater like buying grudges all over the place. That was a lot of welcoming voices to be honest. I'm relieved, too. He said this would keep our house from crushing. But no way at this time am I the proxy...... Until six months ago, I didn't even see it."

... you're having a rough time. I apologize as a party.

I was actually the one who had that accident. I'm sorry.

But I would have preferred this one more times than that idiot son would have inherited the trail.

"Oh, no talking right now. To what I didn't ask. My brother died of illness."

"To?"

"It may be difficult for you to understand, but noble things, that death must be an honorable death. You can die in battle, or you can die protecting the people from a burglar. Accidents are the most disgraceful way to die. My brother's death is due to illness and death. Keep your mouth shut.

It's supposed to be something I never did, right?

Let's just forget about that.

I find it difficult. That could always be a loss to Mr. Faal for me. [M] But he was the man who tried to kill me, to humiliate my wife, and if I kept him alive, he would do harm to Elf Village as many times after this.

It's a secret between me and Saran, taking it to the grave.

"What was your Lord filing against the Church?

"Is it still there? He was firmly opposed to the new taxes the Church was about to impose on its inhabitants"

"I see..."

"Turn off anything that gets in the way. Those who are left threaten. It's heavenly punishment."

"That sucks."

"Not at all. My father died right in front of me. My mother fell asleep, and now the noblemen are off the hook of curbing the church rampage."

"When did your father die?

"A month ago. You can say the first victim of a series of noble assassinations."

"What's the time?

"Tea time at 3pm. I was just about to have some tea here with my mother."

Dear Faal, who is plainly eager for tea and sweets in such a place, it's quite good.

"Wasn't that just when that bell was ringing?

"... Exactly"

"Master Fandel magically explodes from the inside, as if his body could play?

"... it was miserable. This terrace and my mother, they're all so bloody bloody."

Stand up and look up at the bell.

We shot down the chandelier from there, too. Distance 150 m.

Thinking together, but nothing would be the distance to use an objective rifle......

I can see the anomaly of the killer.

No, maybe the weapon only has an objective rifle.

"When our neighbor Lord Alters died, you said it was the same situation?

"Yes, at three o'clock tea time, I was shot through the head sitting at a desk in my study"

"Shot through? You said they shot you out."

"Yes."

"Thought the killer was the wizard who broke into this mansion?

"No. Where was Master Fandel sitting at the time of the incident?

"This place"

A seat called here. In other words, you can see the flowers on the terrace on one side, as is the seat where Master Faal is sitting now?

"Excuse me."

I will take my seat and try to superimpose Lady Faal and the bell poking hall 150 meters away.

Suppose ballistics are in this direction......

"There was."

The corners of the fence plates on the terrace are semi-circular.

This is a trail of a 12.7 mm bullet hit.

"... anything?

"The killer shot a magic bullet out of that bell-poking hall and shot through Fandell, and the rubble that pierced Fandell's body hit him here."

It's a 12.7 mm full metal jacket bullet.

Shooting from a close range of 150m will penetrate easily.

Master Faal will step over and check where the fence is bouncing.

"... is that true? Is that possible?

"I'll take a seat. Take a look at that bell-poking hall from there."

I will sit in the chair where Master Faal was sitting. [M]

Master Faal nodded as he lowered his head and looked up at me.

"Sure. It's a straight line...... Through your father's body."

"I was wondering if the bullet that went through was pierced somewhere in the garden."

"There. The lawn is turned. You didn't notice. I thought it was a mole."

There is a spot on the lawn where the soil is turned up that can be seen from the terrace.

"Dig it up. Maybe there's a bullet."

"Okay."

The three of us leave the terrace and Mr. Faal instructs Mr. Sabbath.

A servant comes out and carefully digs up the grass trail with a scoop.

"There was..."

I was eating more than 50 cm.

What a power to leave each human body scattered.

A 12.7 mm full metal jacket bullet with a slightly crushed rifle mark at the tip.

I'm sure of it already.

"... I want you to cooperate. Say anything."

Good. I could still gain trust here.