I Became a Regulatory Official for the Poaching of Monsters, but the Rescued Monsters are trying to Eat Me

Something touched my cheeks and it tickled.

"Uhh... nh"

I grabbed the product that touched my cheeks a little while ago with a disturbing hand, and the tacket opened its eyes.

There is something like a grass shell on the palm of my hand. A weed that looks like a family of threshers, but doesn't know what kind of plant it is.

The tacket was lying on its back in a thick grass with so much weed.

(... ah. Is that...? Why am I here...?

The chilly wind shakes the grass and rises up.

Behind the vision was a gray sky with thick clouds. It's going to rain in the cold.

(The sky is high... I wonder where it is here... Is that it? I remember something....)

I looked back at my memory.

(... no, I wasn't on the plane. As soon as I got into the black clouds, I wobbled so much... Then suddenly the plane wall.....)

Remembering that he fell off the plane, the tacket woke him up.

I'll take a look around. A vast land with a 360-degree view. There was only one bamboo tackle sitting on the grasslands where the weeds were rough and growing under the knees, stirred by the wind and rippled like a ripple.

(Where is it, here?... grasslands?

It's like being in a sea of grass. Unfortunately, as far as we can see from here, there is nothing artificial about the mountains. I can't even see what the road looks like.

I look around my body just in case, but it doesn't look like my bones are broken or difficult to move. I don't feel any particular pain, and my clothes are not torn.

(Even though I fell... why is everything all right?

The last thing I remember was falling through the wall of the plane I was on. Recall the feeling of falling under your feet, thrown into the darkness, and your stomach shrinks. It should have fallen, but when I noticed it, I was in this grass.

(Did I save you...?

I didn't know what happened to me, but I could only understand what seemed to have fallen here anyway. Luckily it was grassy, it should have fallen off quite an altitude, but I don't think I'm injured at all.

Taketo exhales a sigh of relief. I don't know, but it seems like my life was saved anyway. If I think so, I feel kind of tired. Could be a recoil freed from extreme tension. His body, which was about to get heavy like a stone, fell back and leaned back on the meadow again.

(Anyway, let's find a place where people might be. I wonder what happened to the plane. I hope someone notices that I'm gone....)

When touched, the wind blows and the grass waves. The slightly cold wind smelled of blue with moisture.

Soon after the plane took off, I started watching fantasy movies and got caught up in that turbulence when I finished watching one. Does that mean I'm staying on board somewhere in Taiwan or in southern China? I'm not sure I know geography well enough to guess.

Let's find the private house and find out how to get to the embassy there. When I was thinking so vaguely, I felt like my body was trembling, and the tacket raised its hand surprisingly.

"Eh, are you shaking...?

The earth was vibrating, not trembling. It's not like shaking an earthquake. Small vibrations. The shake that you feel in your body gradually increases as you do so.

Seismic vibrations began to be accompanied by sound. A heavy bass that sounds from nowhere starts to catch your ears. In an attempt to ascertain the situation, the tacket woke up his torso. At the left-hand end of the vision, there is something like smoke that springs up.

The sound no longer rang the earth like the sound of heavy rain in the guerrillas.

(Something is exploding with flashy smoke...?

The smoke seemed to be heading this way, even though it was tortuous. By the time I could see some large shadows moving in the growing smoke, the smoke was already approaching several tens of meters away.

"Eh... eh? Eh...!?

The pack of smoke turned around a few times before coming straight at us. Unfortunately, I seem to be in the direction of that smoke.

"Wow, wow... come here!

When the tacket stood up with its hands on the ground, it ran away, almost causing it to fall on its feet. However, a group of sand and smoke approached from behind. Jumping up the sand and grass, the footsteps sound like a premature drum.

Shit, I'm in a hurry if I don't get away. If you don't remove it from the direction of the alley as soon as possible, you won't get caught up in it.

At first, I wondered whether it was a four-wheel-drive car or an armored car, but when I looked closely, it wasn't that bad. There are several more agile things running toward us.

Already, the appearance of what was at the head of the sand smoke was clearly approaching the distance of sight.

"No, what is it?!!!"

The tacket flees with a violent dash. At the head of the smoke was a horse about the size of a salad. But I'm not smart. It wasn't a horse. I wonder if such a horse would survive.

The horse was a muscular horse on its lower body, but its head looked like a giant eagle with a yellow squirrel bent like a hook claw. There are even large wings growing on the back. An eagle horse?

An eagle horse that runs here at a fierce speed with a four-legged hoof "Hizume". A few horses were running together a little later, as they surrounded it. It seemed like a normal horse, but on the horse there was a fur wrapped person, who whipped the horse violently.

(Wow! Whoa! What the hell! What the heck! I'm being pulled....!

A bait that shakes its hands and feet so hard that it can't move any faster. But after all, the speed of the human legs and the speed of the four-legged beast could not be rivaled by the full force of disease, and a group of eagle horses quickly approached behind the tacket.

All you have to do is deviate from the direction of the eagle horse, but the hoof of the eagle horse's large forefoot is approaching right behind you, so you can't afford to deviate. The sound of an approaching foot sounds like a machine gun.

The tacket was too anxious, and the grass took its feet.

(Yikes, you're stepping on me...!

A bait that collapses on the ground with momentum. In an aggressive attempt to defend his head, he squeezed with his arms and closed his eyes.

Even so, I don't think it would make any sense to be stepped on by that fat foot. Shortly afterwards, violent vibrations and sounds across the ground passed by in the immediate vicinity of the tucket.

After the sound left, the tacket raised its face to the ground in an attempt to check the situation.

(Good. Luckily, I didn't have to be stepped on....)

The sight of the tacket looking at the group passing by, exhaling relief, was unexpected.

An eagle horse that had been running across the earth until now was rapidly knocking his side against the ground because it was out of balance. Cui —— and an eagle horse that hisses high in the armor. There, fur-covered humans ran up and down with horses, laying nets and ropes one after the other. Soon the eagle horse stopped moving because it was made into a geese character called "Ganjiga".

"Ah...."

The eagle horse is caught in front of us.

(... maybe)

It was lucky that I wasn't trampled by that eagle horse.

(Because that eagle horse forced me to avoid stepping on me until I lost my posture....)

Because of that, the eagle horse fell out of balance and was caught by the following humans. That kind of feeling comes up. I can't say anything, I'm sorry, or the aftertaste of the discomfort spreads into my chest. I wonder what those furry people are going to do with the eagle horse. I wonder if they'll kill me.

As I gazed at the hunt, one of the furry men on the horse noticed us. He yells at me pointing at me, but I have no idea what he's talking about. It was a language I had never heard of. Nevertheless, I found out in the atmosphere that he seemed angry.

"Eh... ah..."

I was thinking of asking for help if I saw the locals just now, but in view of this situation, I couldn't really ask for such a thing. Instead, one of the furry humans holds the bow in his hand and turns his arrow towards us from now on. There seems to be no friendly air to help you. If we don't get away, we're gonna get hit. But where the hell are we going to escape from this vast meadow?

(No, you can't! There's no hiding place like this, and you can't run away from a horseback rider!

It wasn't when I sympathized with the eagle horse. Now it's my turn to be hunted.