At the same time as the morning sun rises, the lighthouse lights up.
On that lighthouse pedestal, a fake ball was placed.
If you keep doing nothing and turn your fingers around, the light will plug into this false ball and illuminate all directions.
Assuming the stories that have been told for a long time are true, there will be a catastrophe.
The men in charge of security want to side with the townspeople emotionally, but they have to do more than just get the job done. That is the philosophy of their regiment, which undertook security.
The men gaze at the townspeople watching them as they distance themselves from the lighthouse.
There are bonfires burning all around us, like daylight - and not until, but enough, just enough light to keep your perimeter alert.
Though there is just not enough light to illuminate deep on the sea side.
Vigilant as the townspeople tried to push through with violence, the men were concentrating their awareness on the land side.
Naturally, this arrangement is also the idea of a lute.
With the help of the townspeople, make them turn their awareness to the land side.
In the meantime, we're going to destroy false balls from the sea.
So how do we destroy fake balls from the sea side?
The answer emerges from the night sky.
It's cloudy with luck tonight, and it's hiding the stars and the moonlight.
The sea was swallowed up in darker darkness because even darkness could not be seen.
I can't see anything if I stare.
Severe winds, waves, smells of the sea, at best.
"Chris, is that around here?
"Please move forward a little bit"
There was one object flying over the seaside swallowed by such permanent darkness.
Reciprocal machine (simulated).
The shapes are the same as those used in PEACEMAKER all the time, but the colors are different.
It was all painted black to the tip of the wing, as it blended into the darkness.
Lute Gunsmith, sitting in the cockpit, and his daughter-in-law Chris, sitting down in the back seat, also wore black clothes from head to toe.
Lute pilots a black reciprocal machine (pseudo) at the behest of his daughter-in-law Chris, looking for the best position.
By the way, I'm saying 'reciprocal aircraft' from the looks of it, but it's perfectly close to a balloon.
The bottom of the fuselage is laid with demonic stones, and when switched on, demonic stones are activated and the fuselage floats.
All you have to do is turn the propeller and we'll move forward.
So unlike the reciprocal aircraft that existed on Earth, this simulation allows vertical take-off, like a helicopter, even without a runway, and can also remain in the same place for a certain amount of time.
Therefore, it was not that difficult to find a better position while checking with Chris.
"Lute, it's here, brother! No problem here '
Copy that.
To Chris' words Lute stops the engine and stagnates the reciprocal machine (pseudo).
Approximately 800 m in a straight distance from the lighthouse.
If you take a peek down there, it's about a few km to the sea level.
Chris starts preparing when the reciprocating machine (pseudo) stops moving.
M700P for bolt-action rifles.
Chris chose a bolt-action rifle because more precise shooting was required this time.
Remove the belt and stand on the edge of the reciprocating machine when you are finished preparing.
"Then you're coming, Lute, brother"
"Be careful. I don't think swimming is a problem, but if it bothers you, you can let go of the M700P or something."
Lute guides his daughter-in-law with a look that seems worrying enough to tell even in the dark.
Meanwhile, Chris was smiling happily worried.
When she waved her hand when she said 'It's okay', she again stood on the edge of the reciprocal machine (simulated) and fronted - looking at the lighthouse.
There is a lighthouse about 800 m away where fake balls are placed...... the reciprocal plane (simulated) was currently flying overwhelmingly above the height of the lighthouse.
So shooting from here at an angle won't destroy the fake balls.
Because the whole area is painted black, the men guarding the lighthouse cannot be found either.
Assuming you move the reciprocal machine (pseudo) to the same height as the lighthouse, you are likely to be noticed by the men guarding it in size.
That's why we can't lower altitude any worse.
So how the hell is Chris going to destroy fake balls?
The answer soon turns out.
Chris jumps off the edge with ease as if he were going for a walk.
Falling, falling, falling.
I don't wear flying magic tools, I don't have wings and I can fly racially.
Inevitably, Chris keeps falling as if dragged to the bottom of a dark ocean.
Stronger winds noisier than earlier in the ear, drop speeds accelerating every few seconds of the comma, built-in float lifting up, etc.
Yet her expression has no fear whatsoever.
Compared to strong winds, the breathing sounds are dull.
"Sooo... Ha..."
Chris squeezes the trigger without hesitation in a world that passes at high speeds.
Only for a moment 'Pa' and the firing flame lit, the sound of the firing being dispersed by the sea breeze.
The fired "7.62 mm x 51 NATO bullet" depicts the trajectory as Chris imagined it to fly to the lighthouse pedestal and lands a bullet in a fake ball. It crumbles to pieces.
The men guarding the lighthouse pedestal suddenly marvel at the shattered fake balls, but Chris cannot see the result.
Instead, she still has something to do after this.
It's a landing.
There are no parachutes, falling from about a few kilometers above sea level. If I don't do anything like this, I'll hit my body hard on the surface and die.
Chris stretches his legs straight and stares at the approaching sea level with the finished sniper rifle in his hand.
Read timing and collide moments, start two sorceries.
One is resistance and one is physical strengthening.
Reduces damage that hits sea level directly by resisting formation.
Absorb shock by strengthening your body only for a moment with physical enhancement.
If Chris, who is not a magician, uses two sorceries at once, it's not strange to pass out.
But she avoids stunning by using it only for a few moments.
If we can avoid clashes & shocks, the only problem left is being thrown out into the ocean.
Chris gives himself up without defying the sinking stream.
To some extent, when the sinking momentum fades, pull the strings that are sewn into the clothes.
When part of the garment swelled rapidly, the body that was sinking began to rise this time.
This time, I equipped my clothes with a life jacket instead of a floating wheel.
"Pfft......!
Chris shows his face as a mermaid from the sea level.
Long blonde hair swinging at the surface of the sea would have been very fantastic when there was moonlight.
After work, she lights a small magical light that she took out of her pocket as she drifts across the sea.
As per the meeting, a fisherman asked by Anne, who noticed the light, is expected to come and help us on a small fishing boat.
Even if the men guarding the lighthouse now see this light and inquire about it, there's no problem.
Because already after destroying the fake balls, now Chris is the 'poor girl who accidentally fell into the ocean and was flushed so far'.
Never, ever been involved in fake ball destruction, and number one, there's no way for them to prove it.
I rush right to see if the small fishing boat was lucky enough to be waiting nearby.
Anne was also worried about getting in the fishing boat and watching Chris.
She smiles and waves to appeal to the fact that there is no scratch.
In this way, I was able to successfully accomplish the quest that Ann had requested.
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The operation I set up is as follows - 'If it is impossible to destroy false balls from the land side, get close from the sea side in a late-night reciprocal plane (simulated). Destroy fake balls while jumping and falling'.
As far as the scene was confirmed, the regiment providing security (Legion) also exercised strict vigilance on the land side, but only a degree of security on the sea side.
Normally, no one thinks about jumping out of the sea side sky and destroying fake balls, etc.
As we thought, the operation will change and succeed in destroying the false balls safely.
After Chris jumped, I made a big detour from the lighthouse to the fisherman's town with a black painted reciprocal plane (simulated) that was easily disputed in the dark night.
Hide the Reciprocal Machine (pseudo) in the out-of-town grove.
After finishing hiding with our collaborators' fishermen to avoid being stolen or destroyed by demons, night thieves, etc., we rush out to the lighthouse asking for a lookout.
Reaching close, fishermen and townspeople surrounded the fire and watched the lighthouse at a distance.
The guards at the lighthouse entrance and exit are moving in a different mess than during the day.
Though the burning fire is bright in the surrounding area, it cannot be confirmed in detail due to the distance, but it can be seen in the atmosphere that it is severely upset.
Apparently, Chris was able to destroy the fake balls safely.
"Good luck, Lute brother!
"Good luck to Chris, I'm glad he's okay."
Checking results, Chris and Anne, the other fishermen, rush over.
She was wearing a blanket from the top dressed in her usual personal clothes instead of battle clothes (with life jacket simulation) until earlier.
The clothes didn't shower or bathe anyway, so my hair was sticky.
I care for my daughter-in-law who fell into the sea and gave way to the burning fire.
The fishermen knew what was going on, so they took the initiative and gave Chris the place.
The wives pour a warm drink into the cup and hand it to Chris.
I'm gonna make sure she's okay, and then I'm gonna head back to Ann.
"I apologize for the inconvenience, too, Mr. Ann. You helped my wife accidentally fall into the sea."
"No, because it's also the fisherman's job to help people who are drowning. You don't have to thank me."
We thank each other, knowing it was a farce.
Chris gets interested in a town event where the lighthouse is lit by fire and leaves the inn at night.
But not even the locals, she was lost in the road, dark and unaware, and fell into the sea.
Anne and the others who stumbled through it helped me.
I never destroyed the fake balls in the lighthouse while falling from above.
Even though it's a farce, me and Anne share words with each other with a pranky grin.
"Mr. Ann! Mr. Ann!"
Enjoying a conversation with my client Anne, one man rushes over from the town.
He looked young, but his body burned in the day, and his hair stained with sea water and sea breeze all the way to his core. He seems to be a young fisherman in this town.
He starts reporting something in his ear as he rushes over to Ann's side in a hurry.
Ann, who listened the whole time, got pale enough to tell by the light of the bonfire.
Me and Chris also react sensitively to changes in the air.
"Mr. Ann, is there a problem?
"Duh... yes, it did seem to have been destroyed that it was installed in the lighthouse... but they've given us a spare instead"
"Huh!?
I panic to be surprised and about to shout out.
Making fake balls is not free either.
It shouldn't be an amount that even a nobleman with a high title can give away.
Yet it is a realm of madness through insanity to prepare to the spare.
You want to get there and see if there will be a disaster!?
I, for my part, don't really deserve to say anything about people's hobbies, but I can still assure you that this nobleman is' crazy '.
The lighthouse entrance and exit become hasty.
Carry a sturdy crate by yourself, surrounded by legions in charge of security.
There were no gaps and I was trying to keep a close eye on my surroundings and bring them to the lighthouse.
There's probably a 'fake ball' in that crate.
Now, if I get my hands on it, it's too obvious and I'm out of contract.
If we don't destroy it before we bring it into the lighthouse, it will be impossible to destroy the fake balls by sunrise.
I ask my daughter-in-law as she pushes her voice to death.
"Chris, you're bringing the VSS, right? Then can you destroy the fake balls that would be in that box right now?
'I can't. The guards are on strict perimeter alert. There are no gaps. "
In addition to the M700P, just in case, he also brought in SVD, VSS, Objective Sniper Gun Anti-Material Rifle, etc.
It's discreetly boxed and kept by the fishermen, so it can be removed and fired immediately.
But as Chris pointed out, there's no gap in security.
Sorcerers also mix and magically enhance their eyes, ears, etc. Being on perimeter alert would prevent you from firing.
Of course I have as many hands as I can if I'm going to destroy it openly......
That's how the crate goes into the lighthouse.
Now we lose the art of destroying it before it's brought in.
"So, Captain, fake balls will be placed on the pedestal as they are! Can't you manage to break it......"
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Ann is about to cry out with her eyes.
The fishermen around them also turn their gaze to their last hope.
I managed to find a new way to destroy fake balls to meet their expectations.
(Will you take the Reciprocal plane again and destroy it from the seaside? No, they're professionals. Next time you won't eat the same hand twice because you'll be on guard on the seaside too. So now we're gonna ambush you from the land side on the other hand? How about putting Chris on a reciprocal plane and forcefully destroying him from a kilometer away with an objective sniper gun, the Anti-Material Rifle?... Is the land side just too conspicuous? There's a good chance you won't make it to that in time. By the time I get ready and fly away, the morning sun will rise......)
Plan and consider operations in your brain, but all lack decision-makers.
Fake balls are also installed on the lighthouse pedestal while worried, and the lights illuminate the perimeter with the morning sun.
I can't even find the thread to attack and only time is diminishing.
'As advised, there will be a catastrophe!' Strong winds gush from the sea side, as he appeals, hurrying me, Chris, Anne, and everyone gathered on the spot.
Yummy, I really can't think of anything!?
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I sweat cold, and I can't think of a plan.
By the time the thought gradually begins to empty, I notice the feeling of pulling my sleeve.
"... Chris?
"Lute, brother, Anne, ladies and gentlemen, leave the rest to me"
When she raises the mini blackboard, she moves to the shadows of the windproof forest.
In the shadow of the windproof forest are crates - all kinds of firearms - deposited with the fishermen.
One of them, Chris, took the bag where the VSS (Silencer Sniper Rifle) was disassembled and housed to the player.
What the hell is she gonna do?
When Chris gets the bag with the VSS in it, he turns back to the lighthouse. Walk out to explore the position.
No way. Is she trying to destroy fake balls with snipers and bouncing bullets?
Indeed, the VSS would be almost silent and the wind would be strong, so the guards wouldn't notice. But it should be concluded that sniping and jumping bullets from the land side are impossible.
First, didn't Chris himself admit it?
Are you satisfied with the position. Chris stops in the shadow of the windproof forest and starts assembling the VSS when he opens the bag.
Standing in the shadow of a windproof forest in a position, I don't have to worry about people guarding the lighthouse noticing me...
I drop my voice and ask.
"Chris, are you going to snipe and destroy fake balls from there?
'Yes. I can think of it, because I think it's the only way to do it, time or means.'
I don't have time for detailed explanations, so I put my hands off the mini blackboard and set up a VSS.
Anne and the others watched as they entrusted Chris with their wishes.
The morning sun peeks into his face from the horizon.
Whether the sea breeze mourned or rejoiced at the catastrophe that might befall it, it blew wildly for a time.
"Sooo... Ha..."
A quiet breathing noise that can only be heard by me being closest to Chris.
But the muzzle she puts up is not a lighthouse, but a big slack and targets the pre-dawn horizon.
I don't know what Chris is after, but I'll have to trust my wife when I get here.
"Duh!?
On the other hand, I feel signs that Anne and the others are breathtaking.
Turning his gaze to the lighthouse, he illuminates the morning sun when the pedestal was lit by fire or the 'red' light peeked into his face from the horizon.
Anne and the others talk about the 'golden' light shining every year, circling around like a lighthouse.
But because of the installation of false balls, the light was' red 'in everyone's eyes as if it were a sign of danger.
The red light circles and moves out.
If you keep going around like this, the request will fail!
'Passss,' and the shooting sounds that really sound slight.
Chris squeezes the traction (trigger) of the VSS at about the same time as the red light illuminates the sun.
The 9mm x 39 dedicated subsonic bullet flies off the lighthouse to a large off horizon.
How long will you lose momentum and just fall into the ocean if you keep pushing - but the subsonic bullets bend as if they were willing?
Draws a big curve and gets sucked into the lighthouse.
As the bullet entered the lighthouse, the red light disappeared as if it were a dream or an illusion.
Only sea breezes and waves dominate the scene.
Me, Anne, and the fishermen are stunned by what happened in front of them.
I understood in a prior discussion that sniping from the land side would not be possible even with a bounce.
And yet Chris didn't even jump, he bent the subsonic bullets fired from the VSS as if they were magically manipulating them, destroying the fake balls placed on the lighthouse pedestal.
I wouldn't be able to help but freeze in amazement.
Naturally, it doesn't have the ability to automatically track VSS subsonic bullets to the things you set for them, and Chris can't use that kind of magic.
Chris, a party, let the storm raze his hair and had a sniper rifle in the morning sun, but the successful sniping gently exhales and smiles.
'It was an aggressive thought, but I'm glad it worked out,' he says, running his fingers to the mini blackboard.
Anne and the fishermen reboot with the letters on the mini blackboard in their eyes.
Mouthfully thanked Chris and praised her.
Chris breaks down the VSS and puts it in a bag, praised and embarrassed.
I look at such a sight and put my hand on my mouth and think about how Chris bent the subsonic bullet.
On a little thought, I immediately remembered that there had been similar cases on Earth in the previous life.
I find myself stunned and wary again when I realize the answer.
I forgot if it was an online or military ota-based magazine on Earthly Life, but I read an article.
During the war, American Marine snipers fall into a situation where they have to snipe in strong winds.
He worked with Spotter to shoot in the strong wind.
You think the bullet that was fired made a big bend in the air more than a dozen meters and shot through the enemy soldiers?
Chris used strong winds like this sniper & spotter, which were inherently bad conditions, to bend the bullet and shoot and smash the fake balls that sat on the lighthouse pedestal.
Without knowing that there was such a precedent, she came up with the idea of using the wind herself and made it a success in the bump production.
It is a level of shooting ability that I can only laugh at anymore.
- Apparently, the story's "Demon Bullet Archer" can magically hit a bullet anywhere you like only six degrees.
But Chris doesn't seem to have any magic, no bullets anywhere he wants.
She is just the real 'Demon Bullet Archer'.
Chris was praised at will by Anne and the fishermen, dyeing his cheeks with embarrassment.
Looking at it gives me a full smile that makes me and my eyes look sincerely happy.
I get caught too and make a smile.
I'm so glad Chris is my wife.
Such an adorable 'Demon Bullet Archer' would be most welcome.
When everyone is laughing, the inside of the lighthouse gets noisy.
Since the boulder destroyed the false balls twice, there are no more replacements.
Anne, who praised the fishermen and Chris, walks out of the circle to the lighthouse.
Looks like the ritual will officially resume using real treasure balls as contracted.
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After destroying the fake balls, the story goes smoothly.
As per the contract, no more fake balls to be installed on the lighthouse pedestal, so the treasure balls shall be installed.
Since the treasure balls had already been brought to the lighthouse side, it did not take long to replace them and the ritual could be resumed immediately.
Ann is thankful that she was able to perform the ritual as usual thanks to her.
In this way, me and Chris were able to successfully complete the request.