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

When the tacket took away the pen from the desk, it turned its wings. Then, make it just a thin, white core.

When I placed the feather's core in front of my face, I glanced at it with an unexpected feeling.

(Ugh... after all, this is the only way...)

I don't want to, but I didn't think of any other way to escape. When the tacket swallowed the cockroach and spit, it removed the earplug and firmly grabbed the end of the core of the feather and threw the tip into the hole in its right ear.

I still hesitated somewhere in my mind, but if I keep doing this, I'm just too scared for a second. So tell yourself, close your eyes and stick the core of the feather into your ear.

At that time.

... shh... sa...

I felt something like someone's voice grabbed my ear.

"Eh...?

The bamboo shoots around. It seemed to disappear, but it was a small voice. Unlike Karon and Brigitta, they speak as loudly as children. But there is no one but myself in the room. I tried to clarify my ears, but there was no sound from the room. The rain must be falling off the roof, so much so that you can hear the rain pounding and pounding from outside.

Maybe it's because of my mind, I thought so.

... Goshjinsama...

Again, the same voice grabs my ear.

"What? Anybody home?

I certainly heard that. It was a small voice that was about to disappear, but it sounded clear as a word.

(Lady Goshi?

Eh, maybe it's a ghost...?

Speaking of which, I recall the fact that there are many bodies rolling around in this mansion, and the birdskin floats. I suddenly got scared because it sounded like a voice that came up very close to me.

But there is no one else in this room but myself. Around it is a desk and a gun of my own placed on it. Could someone be hiding under this desk? Something frightening occurred to me and I peeked under my desk, but nothing happened. Even if you pull out the desk drawer, it's just a bunch of paper and spare ink.

(What the hell...!

I feel a little like crying.

Perhaps you felt mentally unstable and heard a voice without a chance. Well, that's possible. It's only natural to be unstable. I saw a lot of bodies and just fell down in front of me again.

(Anyway... we have to do something about this.)

Once again, the tacket closes its eyes as it pushes the wingpen core into the hole in its right ear.

And after a moment of hesitation, I shook it all the way into the back.

"Nh...."

Severe pain runs deep into your ears. I immediately pulled out the core and pressed my ear with my palm. The back of my head is tingling. I could hear the noise around me as if I were underwater.

He broke his tympanic membrane to block the sound as much as he could. As a matter of fact, even if the tympanic membrane is torn, the sound is not completely deaf. Still, I knew it was hard to hear because I had been beaten and my tympanic membrane torn by a thug during my shift. But this is the first time I've broken it myself.

When I looked at the palm of my hand away from my ear, the red blood was sticky. I may have poked too far into the back because I didn't know what to do.

Return the blade core to your left hand. Not yet. One ear is not enough. I don't want to do this anymore, I don't want to hurt you.

(But... it's not if you're hesitant. We have to hurry.)

Never mind, I broke my tympanic membrane by putting the core of the feather into my left ear.

"Oh, shit! It hurts! Already!"

The tacket threw the core of the blade it was holding onto the floor.

If the tympanic membranes of both ears are torn, it sounds pretty bad.

When I put an earplug on the ear, I was able to cut off the sound more than before. I can't hear anything from the outside anymore.

"... okay"

In this case, even if you enter a study full of "screams of death", you may be able to keep your consciousness alive without pressing your ears with both hands.

When I grabbed the grip of the Spirit Gun placed on the desk, I shook it sideways and pulled out the rotating magazine "Cylinder" to check the color of the Magic Stone bullet that was contained in the wrench-shaped hole. Squeeze your wrist and put the magazine back on again.

Leaving the room, I went to the study early. Lie at the door of the study and take a deep breath when you close your eyes. It was just harder to hear than before, and there was a possibility of immediate death as soon as I entered the room. I'm so nervous.

And when I lifted up my face feeling the signs of people, there was Brigitta in front of me. Behind it is also the appearance of Karon. They both looked at us worried.

Taketo smiles weakly, but he must have been nervous and hadn't laughed well. When the Spirit Gun was raised and placed in front of his face, the door was pushed open with his back. And as soon as I could open it all by myself, I slipped into the study.