Let's set up a hideout for the exiles on the edge of the demonic realm - a cat banished from the demonic realm, but the most powerful daughter of mankind picked it up -

Knocking on the door didn't answer.

I waited awhile and went around the back to see what was going on inside, but no shadows.

"Apparently not."

"But there are signs of proper water in the field. Then you'll be back by the end of the day."

I associate debt taking just a little bit when Tart says it. I can't get it out of my mouth very much, though.

But I'm in trouble. There's also something unsettling about waiting here.

"And that's a small field. What did Carl's parents do?

"That's different, you're not my parents. Mother's already dead."

"Was it"

"I hear there's been an overlap between the hard work of losing a child and an epidemic... talk that won't save you."

Karl's home was in the forest south of Lehum, near its entrance.

The fields surrounded by fences are whispered as they deserve to live alone, and instead the traps seem to be set all over the place.

"Are you a hunter?

"Well, you'll see. Carl's father is a veteran."

I see, is it the influence of his father that Carl yearned for the knight?

From the mouthfeel of the tart, its father lives here alone, and this condition would not make it so difficult to persuade him.

That and apparently we stand out.

Because the little food robe guy and the red-haired beauty are standing at the end of the house.

"Oh, what can I do for you guys Hans?

You know the landlord, I was called out by a red-nosed wooddust.

If you're going to be a tough guy with a full two-handed axe, you can look at it as a woody mess.

"Don't worry, it's not debt taking."

"Don't say anything extra. Yikes. I know Mr. Hans. I have something I need to tell you. I'll be right here."

"Hans is a man who doesn't do bacchi or booze, you don't even have the impression he's in debt. Yeah, but he'd be hunting in the back of the woods by now. I've got a mountain shed, too, and I don't know when I'll be back."

Carl's father's name seems to be Hans, having a full hunting life. And an ex-military.

Nice, isn't that quite an attractive background as a candidate for a village on the border?

"Really? Then let's go and meet from my side. What is the location of the mountain hut?

"Over there. Hans always walks down that forest road."

"Then I'll let you wait here."

Instead of responding, I bow slowly to both of you.

"Ha, fast!? Oh, he's gone!

"He's a totally bad old man..."

I missed you once, to Carl's father Hans.

I rushed my light body toward the end of the forest path.

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The forest south of Lehum is close in nature to the demonic side.

There are few of them, but there are labyrinths and the strongholds of the adventurers, and the monsters show up.

But in retrospect, it's a nostalgia.

It was also in the back of the woods around here that he plundered the bride Cookles over Sarasar and was pursued by the flogger species.

We hunt in places like this. What a weirdo Hans is.

Are you either a suicide candidate, or are you so confident?

Or maybe they are hunting monsters for the area because they are needed.

In that case, persuasion could be a little cumbersome.

Well then, after a while, the forest road went uphill.

So I took out the book of Nacoto, a little extravagant, and I ran up lightweight and bold.

Eventually, as you divide into the back of the forest, you reach a sleek forest hill, where the five senses of a cat human capture the signs of the creature becoming darker.

The more I stood up and looked around, the less my sharp ears captured the wind-cut sound of the arrows.

So unlock the antigravity, and replace the technique with Hyde, and I dive in the direction of the sound. Because if you stand in the way of the hunt, they will resent you.

So when the cat human sneaked in quietly, I was finally able to worship Carl's father Hans' face.

Is it about the same age as Barney?

A tight-faced, short-haired man is quietly gauging the timing with his bowgun pointed at the giant bat.

For the record, the bowgun is a mechanical bow.

The range is a little short, but once you've connected the arrow, you can just pull the trigger to fire it, so it was suitable for these hunts.

But this thing called a bowgun is relatively expensive, and from the point of view of its difficulty in maintenance, it's not what the hunters on the border are supposed to have.

Anyway, I just quietly lurked and waited for him to prey.

"Chi......"

Unfortunately, the arrows were penetrating the wings of the prey.

Hans seems to have quickly used his strength to connect the arrows and point them at the Giant Bat, which is going to fight back.

"... Huh?!

Let's just say the result.

Arrows and rapiers crossed the flesh of monsters, and thus we met.

"Sorry, that sounded like an extra favor"

"... No, no, that's not true, thank God. My arrows alone didn't kill me. That's a good arm."

"Be modest."

He was on my guard.

There will be no choice in that either. He suddenly appeared out of nowhere and tried to steal his prey.

"But I'm the one who found it. That's a third of your share, okay?

"No, fine. That's not what I wanted."

"Then which one?"

Looks like you misspelled the word.

He leads the arrow to the bowgun and points the arrow butt at this one.

"I am in great trouble if you get hurt or die. My name is Electrum Bell, of a hiding place... well, it's like an elder."

"I don't know what I'm good at. Then put down the hood first, and do you have an elder with such skill?"

"You can't help it because you're here. And the hood still can't be lowered. If you show me inside this, I will be shot."

I forgot. Hood's suspicious intruder put Rapier back on his hips and threw the giant bat under his feet.

Then when he pulled his arrow from his prey back into the pulling arrow barrel, he removed the aim from me.

"Thanks for the help, Electrum Bell. My name is..."

"You're Carl's father."

I am mean by nature.

I wish I hadn't said anything extra, but I stuck with my mouth and they pointed my bowgun at me again.

Some wanted to try it.

how important Carl is to him.

"Why, I know my son's name......!

"I know your name, too, Hans. But what a brave hunter to target a giant bat. Hans, if you don't mind, why don't you come inside me?

He assumes Carl is dead. Just like Heather at the florist did.

"Hate, I like life here"

"Really? This way, please."

I sent a letter to such a lonely father.

No. Is it accurate that I cut the wind with a letter and threw it over? An ex-military would read about the letters.

"What, this is a letter...? Huh......?! Or, carlu!

"Are you sure you want to say no? If you come inside our house, you can live with Carl, right?

It will fit around. I threw my bowgun into a soft bush and exposed the contents of my hood before he rambled open the letter.

Carl was pushed into the quarantine ward of the Demonic Forest.

Then my very appearance was also one of the evidence.