An active hunter in Hokkaido was thrown into another world.

"In the streets between this Surplast and the neighboring Topples, there's a wolf man out there."

"... isn't that a bandit in wolf fur?

"Only on full moon nights."

"Then you just have to stop the traffic that night."

"I did a joint search between Surplast and Topples' lead soldiers, and I'm already freaking out just because one of them got hit and I'm doing that. It's been closed for three days."

"Is it all day?"

"Yes."

What a mess. Aren't you able to pass normally except for the full moon?

"That's why the distribution of the two cities is a big blow. The Merchant's Guild told me to do something about it."

"Isn't it safe until the next full moon day?

"It wasn't a full moon night that the lead was hit."

"What happened to the setting that only the first full moon"

"Fine, Sin..."

You're determined to get stuck saying that's inconsistent.

Do it right......

"Anyway, that means it came from the full moon night."

I mean, the full moon has nothing to do with it. It must happen.

He said he couldn't defeat you if you were on the lead.

"That's right. The arrow will play and the blade won't pass."

Then you don't even have my turn.

"You!

If you can't get an arrow through, you can't get a bullet through.

I don't want to deal with you.

"Though Singh's is more powerful than my arrows."

Saran, I think you should keep your mouth shut there.

"... Anyway, listen to the lord for once! If you guys come, they're asking me to drop you off at the mansion right away!

Mr. Killiff, right? Still a teenager. My predecessor just died last year because of an assassin sniper. I am the current owner.

You're younger than me, my lord. In office, I'm the mayor.

Surplast closest to the village of Elf. It's also a city out in the kingdom. If distribution with neighbors stops, it's a big blow to the economy, right?

You just got stuffed in a carriage, came to the lord's hall.

"You're here! Good!"

You're already welcome.

Master Kiliffe will be here shortly and will be put through to the salon.

It's tea. It's a treat. You can advise me to do it, so I won't hesitate to let you do it. We do polypoli in Saran Nicconico.

"I was taken care of in last year's attempted assassination of the King. A messenger came from the royal palace shortly afterwards, and I and Faal immediately gave him the title, and now he's the official lord here."

"I just wanted to say congratulations, but it may be imprudent to say that because of the misfortune of our Lord."

"No, you don't have to worry about it. I think I owe it to you."

That's what Mr. Killiff sighs at.

I think you're having a lot of trouble.

"You heard about the werewolf, right?

"Yes, what was it like"

"In the tale of the lead soldiers, humans in the distance. He's a wolf walking on two legs and a hairy one and his face is a wolf, a wolf standing and walking. It moves so fast... Arrows and swords are played."

"Sounds strong."

"... one was hit. He's back on the run."

"I heard you were a joint crusader with Topples?

"Well, you can't say it went well. I'm sorry."

"So?"

I'm guarding the South Gate.

"Is that all"

"That's all you do..."

You're making me struggle. You're a young lord. Are your men also licking you?

"More than anything, it hurts that I can't get in touch with Topples. If I could talk to Faal, I would be able to put in place some measures..."

Master Faal, Lord of Topples, is a childhood friend from childhood. We seem to struggle with each other as young lords, but I guess that means we work hard together. I just want to do something for you.

I'm going directly to Topples.

"Isn't it dangerous!?

"If anything happens, we fight for the people. It's noble duty."

Is it a knobless obriege?

"So what..."

"You're an escort."

"Yes. The soldiers in charge will not be athe"

"Just us..."

"Would you like to speak to the people of Baristes, too? Those guys are gonna do it."

That's what Bal, the guild master, says.

"Please"

The lord himself went out to the dry brick district, and we all went to Baristes' home. You were already surprised. Young lord, this is your immediate visit.

"This is the kind of place you've been in on purpose..."

"Greetings are good. Don't you dare."

Listen to me. The Baristes members are also interested in getting on.

The leader, Bertier, says, "There's Sin, and you're gonna be fine," etc.

No, you're counting on me...

Fifty gold coins for all. It's an escort.

It's not broken. Because a regular escort is a team of five to ten gold coins. Since there are five Ballistes and two of us, is there about seven of them each?

"Okay, we're leaving tomorrow"

We'll stay at Baristes' house, and we'll have a big meal named Operation Conference. Saran cooking for seven...... I'm sorry for everything.

The next morning.

Four-headed standing carriage. Two death squads.

Leader, your lord, Saran, me, Mr. Bertier, Mr. Killiff.

Subsequently, Mr. Rant of your bow, Mr. Deputy Leader Mild, Mr. Recovery Neeton, and Mr. Wizard Nee.

Let us open the closed South Gate to the residence of the Count of Foul Las Haxbal, Lord of the Neighbouring Topples.

Lord Kirif is also lowering his sword in armor today. You don't have a mindless nobleman who goes to battlefield when you have to. Exactly.

The field continues, we head out to the suburbs, and we're done.

"Reports are coming soon..."

"All right, mister, take turns with me. Saran sat beside him and fought. Singh waits in the back"

Mr. Bertier sits on your podium, next to you, Saran.

I mounted an 18-inch slug barrel. I fully charged the Remington M870 with seven backshots and waited.

I'm nervous.

"Stop."

Saran raises his voice and stops.

"The woods over there. Something moved."

Byu!

A black shadow flew and suddenly something jumped on my horse!

Hihi-n!!

Stick around your neck and the leading horse will break out!

What the hell is this!

My face looks like a wolf, a gray gorilla with all my hair on it!

Saran bowed and squeezed,

I'll break in between the two of you, stick out the barrel, put the fore-end back and forth with Jackin!

Fire at the same time!

Don! Bish!

Hit it!

The arrow will be bounced!

Buckshot landed decent on the side of a werewolf!

Werewolf, they're taking my neck tight, and I'm about to fall off my horse. The first two horses fell on the sidelines in that detachment!

Don!

One more shot! To the werewolf's torso!

Werewolf, turn around, open your mouth, and strip your teeth!

One more shot in that face!

Don!!

Werewolf, I held my face down and rolled and ran away with four legs as it was......

... what a guy.

I didn't know I could still get away with eating three decent shots of buckshot at a distance of 2-3m.

I don't believe it.

"... did you manage to get rid of it"

Mr. Bertier, I will stand up on your podium with a spear and look around.

"My ears will be Keane..."

I'm sorry, Saran. I fired at close range.

I don't need earplugs when I say suburban, or about firing a shotgun outside of the open.

I'm fine with it. If it's about one shot or two.

But it sounds like a hell of a lot louder to someone who's before the archer.

"You can't have this horse anymore. It was a good horse. Excuse me, Mr. Killiff."

Mr. Bertier takes off the lead flying horse's reins and releases him from the carriage. I'm bleeding out of my neck. I won't stop.

Horses are delicate animals in this day and age. If you get hurt, you can't treat it. It's the end of equals life injuring like many wildlife. I hear that a racehorse with a broken leg is euthanized on the spot because it is impossible to treat it.

"Yes ah!

Beat the horse's ass Mr. Bertier let go and he walks away.

"We're leaving this place right now! Sin, turn around!

I manipulated the rest of the horses to take full advantage of the two carriages. When I looked behind me, the horse that had been left behind was also being flown away by a wolf man.

It's a ruthless decision. But Mr. Bertier's judgment is great.

I took the Remington M700 out of my magic bag and pointed it back from the rocking carriage......

I shot the horse.