South about ten meters away from the main house, a small cabin is called a separate house. As she hurriedly walked to the house, Scarlet Roosevelt said her great-grandfather ordered to build this house because he wanted a quiet place to write a book.

Sherlock Holmes and the others hurried following, but the first thing that stops their movement is a big cross-shaped sign, five meters away from the house. There was a long nail carelessly pinned on the sign and things like garlic hanging too. The dark red text suggests that it was written by blood.

'Get out damn devil monsters'

"Oh brother ..." Scarlet groaned not knowing what to do—stepped past the wooden sign.

"Don't go !!!"

Along with Travis Smith's shouting, the young lady's stepped through something that shouldn't have come close. She was barely conscious until the moment Travis charged and pulled her back in the blink of an eye.

Boom !!!

There was a loud explosion. The debris and grass surged more than two meters; the others who did not cover their ears could raise their hands to prevent the debris, earning quite a bit of tinnitus.

Others except ...

"Uh ... Thank... Watson"

Sherlock Holmes, shocked by an unexpected explosion, thanked the silver-haired man who came to cover his ear. Make Sherlock Holmes was unaffected by a recent bomb.

"If humans hear the sound too loud, their hearing will deteriorate," Watson said in an emotionless voice.

Nearly Travis let go of Scarlet; the maid took over. He walked towards Seamus without feeling the gaze of the lady looking after him. Travis kneeled on one side, look at the little round green eyes.

"Young Master, have you hurt anywhere, or do you not feeling well?"

Seamus Blake shook his head once. Let the guardian get the soil off his brown hair. When the explosion occurred, the boy did not move or showed a slight shock. Then Scarlet walks in.

"Thank you for saving my life, Mr. Smith."

"Do not walk across the signboard area. There are mines buried."

Travis stood up, pointing to the surface of the newly excavated land. Scarlet palely said her brother was a former Ordnance soldier but did not know he secretly has the gunpowder. Osborne Livingston looked at the two people with disgruntled expressions, then flickered toward the separate house.

"Redmond, what have you done? You almost killed your little sister !!!"

Instead of an answer, a separate house window opened—the tip of the barrel of the hunting gun aimed at them. The moment everyone's face turned pale; one shot of the gun sounded.

BANG!!!

The wooden sign 'Get out damn devil monsters' fall apart, Redmond Rosevelt madly shouted.

"Go away! If you come one step closer, I'll shoot!"

Travis and Watson step in front to shield Seamus and Sherlock Holmes. The maids trembled, pulling Scarlet back and gazing at the guests.

"Everyone, please go back to the main house; it not safe here. Master Redmond has won a hunting game."

Travis nodded and pushed Seamus' shoulders back. Osborne breathed in frustration and stepped after.

"Miss. Rosevelt, let's get back first."

Sherlock Holmes said to the lady who had not moved a single step. Even though she almost be killed by her real brother. Scarlet turned to Detective Holmes, but hesitate, turned back to look at the separate house. In the end, she decided to take a step back despite concern for her brother.

"Your brother now, the more you speak or insisted on approaching him, the more pressure him to do a reckless thing," said Sherlock Holmes with a soft smile. "But I understand that you are worried. How about trying this way ..."