Sigishvara, near the church.
Near the church on the mountain lay a rather dense forest.
Within the forest, a deer slowly walked between the trees, came before a patch of grass, lowered its head, and began chewing on the weeds.
It was a natural scene fit for a television program.
Unfortunately, the scene was shattered the next second.
"Whoosh—!"
Amid a piercing sound of air being torn apart, a black shadow suddenly streaked through the air.
It was an arrow.
Not a bullet, but an arrow.
And clearly, it was an arrow fired for hunting.
In this day and age, someone using arrows to hunt would probably draw ridicule even in this city, which still retained such a strong medieval atmosphere.
However, anyone who truly understood shooting would realize that this shot flying through the air was even swifter than a bullet.
And extremely accurate.
"Splurt—!"
With the sound of flesh being pierced, the deer that had been carelessly chewing grass let out a mournful cry and collapsed.
"Phew..."
Up in a tree some distance from the shooting site, a young woman had almost already let out a breath and lowered the bow in her hand.
She wore emerald-green clothing and possessed sharp, beastlike eyes. Her hair trailed casually down her back, and her entire presence exuded an atmosphere of wildness and nature.
A pair of animal ears grew from her head, and a tail extended from behind her. She looked just like a humanoid beast, yet possessed an unusual beauty.
However, this beautiful, wild young woman looked at the deer she had ruthlessly shot through and felled to the ground, her delicate brows faintly knitting together.
"...This is unpleasant..."
That was how she felt at the moment.
Though she herself had chosen to hunt, she truly was not in