An active hunter from Hokkaido was thrown into another world

Chapter 32 Too big of a mastermind.

Suddenly, a man stands in front, blocking the way.

“Good evening.”

“Who…? What do you want…?”

Wearing a black hat pulled down low, a well-tailored black suit, and holding a thick cane in his left hand.

It seems to be the person Ginea mentioned. There are two other people standing on his left and right.

“We will accompany you, young elf lady.”

“I refuse.”

I step forward in front of Saran.

“You have no business with her.”

Saying that, He place his hand on the cane with his right hand and swiftly unsheathe it halfway…

“GO!”

Bang!

I unleash three consecutive shots with my M870!

Saran swiftly draws her sword behind me, slashing down the approaching men in black one by one!

“Aargh!”

Since the man with the hat had his leg shot, he’s now writhing on the ground.

“Never hesitate when you shoot.”

A famous line from a certain action movie.

Keeping the gun pointed at the man, I swiftly reload the spent shotgun shells into the tube magazine, making a crisp sound. The M870 is a great firearm because you can fire it immediately after reloading without any delay. It’s a fine gun.

Hunters start gathering from the brick streets.

“We’ve been watching! Impressive skills, as expected from Raccoon head.”

If someone without any prior knowledge of guns suddenly experiences the deafening noise and flames at night, their movements would freeze. It was probably the shock of that which prevented the three men from doing anything. It had a significant effect, I suppose.

The first to rush forward is Ginea, wielding a sword.

“Ginea, is this the one?”

As Beltas, the injured vice-leader with his arm still hanging, kicks away the discarded cane and asks, Ginea nods.

Andal, with bandages wrapped around his head, also arrives.

“Damn, trying to kidnap the girl? What a bunch of scum.”

The members of Team Ballistes have also gathered. They are now pointing their swords and spears at the fallen men.

“We managed to handle it somehow. They really tried something dangerous…”

Guild master Buffalo Bal descends with a lantern.

The man is clutching his leg, gritting his teeth in pain.

“Take off your hat.”

When Bal says that, Bartil, the leader of Ballistes, hooks the fallen man’s hat onto the tip of his spear and throws it aside.

“…The butler.”

I was surprised.

It’s that butler who asked to remove the pigeons at the aerial garden in Topurus!

“Damn it, he’s just a man who can only kill pigeons…”

Is that how I’m perceived?

“Do you know him?”

Bal asks me in astonishment.

“Yes, he’s the butler of Count Hawksburg, the lord of Topurus.”

“A nobleman…”

Everyone is speechless.

Because of the gunshots at night, you see. Other residents are now poking their heads out of their windows, wondering what’s going on. There might be some curious onlookers gathering as well.

“Lend it to me.”

Bal snatches Bartil’s spear and suddenly thrusts it into the butler’s chest!

What?!!

“Guh!”

The butler utters a single groan and collapses…

“…It’s going to be troublesome. We’ll pretend it never happened.”

Saying that, Bal proceeds to stab the chests of the other fallen men one by one.

One of them had been shot in the abdomen and was barely hanging on, but now he lies motionless.

They all had swords and clubs in their hands, and the butler was carrying a concealed cane. There’s no room for justification.

Pew…

Bal whistles, and the guild’s carriage arrives.

The men silently load the bodies onto the carriage one by one.

They scatter sand over the blood, taking care of the aftermath as well…

“Master, couldn’t we have gathered more information without resorting to sudden killing?” Bartil suggests, and Bal shakes his head.

“Their family name is at stake. They probably wouldn’t talk. No, it would be even more troublesome if they did. If we lay hands on anyone associated with the Hawksburg family, we might end up with our raccoon heads on the chopping block. It’s better to bury them as mere attempted kidnappers and act oblivious to the rest.”

…It’s frightening. In a world without police or courts.

Were we really crossing such dangerous bridges…

“He’s too important. What we witnessed and heard here, you all must keep it to yourselves. Forget about tonight’s events. No matter what you’re asked, you know nothing, just sleeping. Understood?”

Everyone nods vigorously, their heads bobbing in agreement at Bal’s terrifying expression.

We, too, can’t say anything anymore…

“Alright then, let’s disperse. Raccoon head, you’ll be staying at Ballistes’ home tonight. Show up at the guild tomorrow. That’s all.”

“Um…”

“Yes?”

“Thank you all for today.”

Saran and I bow together.

“That’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”

Afterward, we were warmly welcomed at Ballistes’ home.

Saran, that is.

“Oh, that was so thrilling!”

“Her swordsmanship was amazing! The young lady is a true master!”