Strange Grief Wants to Retire ~ The Weakest Hunter’s Hero Dream

What are you talking about, this man...?

Gaff frowns under his mask at the words of the boss who showed up without a clap. The other faces, each wearing the fox's face, were confused and deliberate.

"The Shadow Fox of the Nine Tails" is a lesson to wear the face of each fox at the rally. It is true that the masks worn by the Gaffs are imitated, but they have never been called fox-face enthusiasts before.

I can't see anything amazing from the man who makes me praise his shoulder, but the mask was the only sign of being unusual.

Even if they are gathered together, they will not be able to claim it because of the true awesomeness of their masks.

What the top members say about the organization is absolute. If a superior member says a fox-face enthusiast, the Gaffs must become a fox-face enthusiast by the will of steel.

"Ah..................... can I take a picture?

The fox face removes the plate from the pocket. I've heard rumors, it's a treasure piece called a smartphone. It is rare, expensive, and not something most people can hold.

It is not guff to determine if the person is the boss, although his attitude is too unlike that of the boss.

Gaff sees the witch of the fox god who had accompanied him for the plan.

The witch of the Fox God is one who also has a special role in the organization. Those who serve the God of the Fox who inspired the establishment of the organization accurately judge with their eyes the fences that may arise because of secrecy.

What means you used, good things. A witch who brings a person of purpose meditates her eyes.

Gaff has seen many witches of the Fox God so far, but the witch in front of him was clearly young. The other members, who had stood still, are also upset by that attitude of the witch, who is supposed to make an immediate decision.

It is the code of the organization to pay close attention and respect to dealing with the witches. Seven statuses does not change the code.

But - so disrespectful that I can't speak very much, but should I still have demanded a more experienced witch? I hadn't thought about this originally, so I never thought about putting in an elite witch. In the first place, the numbers are small.

A witch opens her eyes in front of a guff with a hint of anxiety.

And proclaimed it as if I were to tell you something sacred.

"Kneel. In front of the White Fox."

To that proclamation, Gaff knelt down immediately. The same goes for other faces.

White fox is the title. It is a title attributed to the fox surface given to top executives.

More than the witch has judged so, it doesn't matter, such as suspicion of previous movements. I've never been this close to a top executive with a guff that's pretty much up there in the organization.

He doesn't seem to be the person Gaff once met, but I know there are several top executives out there called the White Fox.

To the Gaffs, who refrained at the same time, the top executives raised their voices openly bewildered.

"!? What? Why are you suddenly kneeling!?

"Forgive my previous disrespect, Master White Fox"

"White fox is about this mask? Was that unusual enough for everyone to kneel?

The air strained. It sounds like a real strange voice, but there's no way I'm serious.

Angry. Definitely.

Perhaps it bothered me that the Gaffs understood too late. It was not a good idea to doubt the authenticity of the mask. But the attitude of the white fox was so bold that Gaff, who had seen the real thing, suspected it.

Incompetence is truncated in the organization. It is a common story that a public and well-known person is certified incompetent in an organization.

The look on the witch's face of the fox god, which is always tattered, also seemed a little nervous.

"Well, is that unusual? But you're in trouble. I have no idea what's going on, I'm not a fox enthusiast... I have to go to the Wu Emperor Festival..."

My heart hurt as if it was gripped.

I can't even judge the boss. I don't want you guys. Painfully ironic, everyone is killing their breath.

The most tailed guff in this must speak up. I move my tongue desperately and advance.

"Boss, we, the 'Fox Face Enthusiast', have already made plans to enter the Wu Emperor's Festival as well. If you don't mind, I'll show you."

"Boss......? Uh, yeah. I appreciate the favor, but I need you to come with me."

Gaff didn't know, but apparently there's a separate squad.

Are you thinking about what happened when Gaff's plan ended in failure, or do you have another plan to accompany the top executives - but the Gaffs could be solemnly cleared up as they are.

Say it in a push-kill voice.

"We are standing by locally. What can I do for you?"

Did you connect it with a piece of neck skin? The boss was silent as bewildered, but he just nodded as if he had no choice.

"Oh, yeah. Can I take a picture for the memorial? Because it's rare to have so many fox surfaces."

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The witch of the divine fox, Sola Zorro, desperately retained her first job with a look that drew her to tension.

Born into the lineage of righteous priests, Sola was naturally raised as much as possible from childhood to witch. He is also heavily trained.

But there is no way that there have been so many opportunities to determine the authenticity of the fox surface. Some members of the clan have finished their service without ever seeing it.

The boss of the [Nine-tailed Shadow Fox], chosen by God and given the relic, is the one to follow for the Solas.

Standing before it was a great honor, but it was a burden on Sola, who was still a freshly behaved witch.

The decision was delayed because my judgment is heavy everywhere. Members of the organization do not doubt the words of the witch. That is why it is absolutely unacceptable to misjudge authenticity in the name of the God you serve.

The mask of a young man standing next to him is definitely real. The eye of Sola, who was in charge of the priest, is a kind of demonic eye. Much more readable than normal eyes.

There can never be anything wrong with seeing a white fox mask, and the pressure being released from that mask, even without demonic eyes, is unusual.

But contrary, I could not feel any power from the young man in the mask. I still look like I'm having fun taking pictures, but the power released from me is - incredibly weak.

No matter how many times I stare, I can't read anything. It's the weakest thing Sola's ever seen. It is as strong as bringing the ordinary people around. What is it - a powerful concealment capability?

Sola's job is to follow. I seal my hands trembling in tension with a forged poker face and tell them with a harsh voice.

"The White Fox wants a dragon sacrifice."

"Dragon......!?

Among the members now assembled, the guff at the top, except for the white fox, crumbles stunnedly. Those eyes are asking Sola for her sincerity, but she doesn't even know her sincerity.

Dragons, the most powerful phantom beast, are also not difficult to hunt if they mobilize the power of the organization. But that would be if it lived nearby.

Powerful phantom beasts live mostly in outdoor demons that accumulate above ground veins - mana materialis. There's no way he's anywhere near town.

But Gaff turned around, not saying one dissatisfaction when he was forced to take the challenge, for whatever reason.

"Is there a dragon habitat near here?

Everyone is shaking their heads beside each other. My heart freezes and my poker face is about to collapse.

Bad... Sora brought the White Fox when she said she would prepare a dragon. I wasn't thinking about when I couldn't prepare it because I was in a hurry then, but it's not weird what penalties there are.

Some of the witches in history were killed for damaging the mood of the White Fox. To Sora, who grips her fist all the time, the White Fox said as she panicked.

"Oh, oh, you have no choice. If you can't take the dragon, you can have the chocolate and ice cream guy you were selling at the stall."

"Buy it now! There's just one!

In thin darkness, a few fox faces, ordered by Gaff and held back close by, rush out.

It's a secret organization. Would it be so conspicuous and okay?

In front of Sola, who solidifies into a sense of escape from reality in the consequences of his faults, Gaff took out a large bag and offered it to Lady Whitefox, who stood up.

"Right, boss. This will be an example treasure piece. Deliver."