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

The lodging that Citrie had booked as a base in Cleet was more of a robust building than a luxury.

A cleat that shows a strange buzz unlike any other city you've ever visited. It is an inn that exists in the heart of it.

The building itself is large and simple to look at, but unusual around the security of several fully armed knights, even just in front of the entrance.

A wall with an odd shine on thick windowsills. The dreaded inn looks normal at first sight, but there are a number of security knights standing in discreet places there. The lodging that Citrie takes when she travels is largely luxurious, but this time it seems different.

I also wondered if something had happened, but as far as I can observe, that doesn't seem to be the case.

None of our other guests are just hunters, such as the good-looking (and seemingly expensive) dressed merchants or the aristocrats who brought a large number of people with them.

It was a large room with a large number of people on the upper floor that was guided. Liz is cheering, rushing around quickly indoors, checking under the bed, behind the painting, etc. Lucia was looking out the window where it was taken big.

I don't know why, this is supposed to be a city inn. It looks like you're standing around like you did in the wild.

Citrine proudly looks at me and says.

"This time we took the safest accommodation. During the Wu Emperor Festival, the cleats are noisy."

Huh?............... why? We're just here for sightseeing, aren't we?

Actually, I also looked into the guidebook, which is also a great city for tourists. Not as good as Zebuldia, but the security should have been better.

Lucia sighs deeply at me in silence.

"You just fought and sold to" The Shadow Fox of Nine Tails "the other day... I was wondering if you ever went over to be careful"

"I'm looking forward to seeing how many of them are coming. I'm gonna have an arm."

"Uhm."

Luke waves a boom arm and the anthem snorts heavily. Apparently, I'm the only one who doesn't understand. If you are not used to this kind of thing, it is where it is recessed.

Lucia says to me with a hard boiled smile in a tone of forgiveness.

"Leader, we have many enemies... be careful"

"Yeah, yeah, right?

"I'm buying a grudge… information has already spread that we're going to be there, and the rest of the organization must be gathering from all over."

It is all the first ear.... No, I know you're buying grudges...

Apparently he found nothing, Liz says with a fierce grin as she hips on the table behaving badly and puts her legs together.

As always, Liz is confident.

"Everybody, you just have to step on it, right? Hey, brother Anthem."

".................. no"

He always says no to his sister's weak anthem also to boulders.

And so Luke snorts heavily about whether there was a rare agreement there, too.

"... Liz, that's not where it matters right now"

That's right, it's not there. I mean, why are you acting like there's a raid?

Sure, we've caught a bunch of bounty necks before, but the bounty neck we caught once should be tied to jail, and whoever killed them should never come back to life.

Maybe Luke thought the same thing. He is simple but not stupid.

And Luke said with an unprecedented look of seriousness.

"The important thing is - we can't divide it fairly until there's a divisible number in six! Right? Cry!"

"Huh!? Ah... yeah, right."

"Uh, really?!?

Liz circled her eyes at me when the momentum pushed her off.

I always lose to Luke's momentum. Because of this, I am still a hunter.

Citrie, who was organizing the large baggage she brought in from the carriage, told me to wrap up the story.

"Well, if we had a raid, it would be quite a crowd. I don't know if he's a swordsman..."

So why is it definitive......

"... did we do such a bad thing?

"If we raise the contestants of the Wu Emperor's Festival to the Blood Festival, we will increase their names."

I'm just saying I don't have a choice... but where the hell has morality gone to raise it to a blood festival to give it a name?

"I mean, if you pay them back, it'll be training and fame, two birds a stone! Right, Klee!

"............... Luke is smart"

It's okay. I'm not a contestant, and Luke and the others are strong.

Even though one is strong, there are also anthems, so one or two or three or four of the raiders will figure it out.

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"Oh, come quick. Dragon Swordsman with eight arms Come..."

"Luke, is that what you're saying? There's no such thing as a creature. That's just Klee. But... hey?

"Yeah, right..."

Liz sighs deeply at Luke, who has begun to waver indoors.

Is it some kind of magic that makes Liz, a genocider, look a little too dear if she lines up with Luke?

I dropped my gaze at hand and sighed deeply.

What do I do, this......

The list of expected raiders that Citrie had made was an amazing amount.

Maybe it's because they gave me the devastated one too, but how impressed I am that it's something I can buy so much grudge in just a few years. A citrie with excellent memory says, "Is that it? There are not enough numbers... there must have been about five more..." and so on, so the world is the end.

I was applauded for the lack of awareness that I was buying any resentment about myself. Apparently not everything is a giant organization, but with so many, each organization on the list just sent out one raider at a time and the army can do it.

Citrine told me that all I could do was blink my eyes at the lack of extra realism.

"They say the villains who came after the other contestants will come after us."

Hell, I guess?

I hate violence, but I say what I say. I'll tell you if you just say it.

"This is what happens because I'm not going to destroy you securely!

"Sometimes you get targeted by other organizations for organizational hatred... The Knights defending Zebuldia are excellent, but not in this country..."

Citrie's words were understandable but difficult to convince.

I'm not sure I'm going to be attacked yet, but I can't imagine my luck not being attacked in such a quadruple song situation. I no longer give up half of it.

"I don't want to be attacked... even though this is a sightseeing..."

"Some contestants who lost the tournament may darken the winner."

Anything. You're not square! I feel like I've seen the back of a glorious tournament even though I haven't watched it yet.

Well, darkness to the winner has nothing to do with me...

No matter how much I thought about it, I couldn't find a way to avoid this situation. I wish I had been a conspiracy, as rumored. [M]

Go to the window and look out the big window. This window also seems to be specially made to resist blades, shocks, and magic.

Only a room on a seemingly high upper floor, with a large window overlooking the town of Crete. My eyes are unfortunately not too good, but if you look closely, you can see smoke rising all over the city.

Could some of that be traces of a fight...... I've come to a hell of a city.

"Hmm, something you can't handle..."

I froze the moment I sighed deeply and whined about it.

There was a blackened man with a fox face just outside the window sticking up. You can see a shimmering beastly glow from the hole that was emptied in the eye position.

He told me with a look that even a man here deserved to be.

"Boss. If necessary, we……………… order the Fox Face Hobbyist"

It scares me the other way around when I get here. What the hell kind of organization is a fox-face hobby?