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

Run with the intention of squeezing out all the power. Just move your legs as you breathe desperately.

Dim, just go down the narrow road. The cold air stroked my cheek.

Gilberto boy to Master Greg, Ruda and Tino are running right in front of him.

There is no way that the difference will be narrowed even though we are doing everything we can.

I noticed.

Is that it? Maybe you're giving me a break not to leave me?

The Gilberto boy, holding the great sword in his hand but running flat, looked back at me behind him and frowned.

Even though it was a critical situation before I came, I could afford the look on his face now. Did you recover while running?

"At that speed, you'll get caught up. Better speed it up."

"Idiot! Klee cares about the injured Tino!

"!! Oh yeah... sorry"

Apologized as Gilberto hacked to Ruda's point of yelling.

Huh? Were you hurt? And my full speed is the same as the injured Tino?

Huh? It's not too late, is it? Tino's just fast, right?

Could I have cared unconsciously?

A little hurt, but a little calmed down with that word. Stop making sure there is no unusual noise from behind.

I don't have the skills of a bandit, but if there was a chaser, Tino would tell me. Apparently I sprinkled it.

He stops. Look at me. The other members stop. You've gotten along well during your exploration, I'm quite honest.

"?? Enough?

"Spread it out. That was bad. That was really helpful."

Master Greg will thank you, but it would be up to me to apologize.

But now it's time to get the system in place.

Patience the feeling that you are about to throw up, breathe lightly cut, and look towards Tino.

Tino scratched his own shoulder in my gaze, frightened.

"Ma, I will..."

"Klee. And Tino. - Ho, I tried really hard."

Say it in a tone that sounds like Ruda would excuse it for some reason.

"Yeah, yeah. Right.... I'm sorry. How good would it be if it were just one word?"

I don't need to be told. You can tell by how hard you tried.

Did you make intense moves, your hair is always neatly groomed, and you look pale. Did you hook it up somewhere, the area around the right leg of the black shorts is mutilated and you see white skin, the contrast of which attracts your gaze.

You noticed the gaze, Tino accidentally grabs that hem and sticks his legs out big.

... What are you doing here, you? Even though the length is short... I can see the pants.

Tino turns away shy. Watching Tino tie his lips, Gilberto boy said as if he was frightened.

"Thousands of changes, you, can you even treat..."

............... Ah, that's where the scratches came from. I'll tell you what. I won't notice. I thought you were kidding me.

No, well, it stopped for treatment.

A developed white leg offered to show off.

Even thin blood vessels look clear, but I don't see scratches or anything.

But well, I guess it's just invisible and damaging. Anyway, it seems like I can only run as fast as I can. [M]

Of course, I have treasure tools for recovery. There's no way I don't have it. [M]

Remove the necklace of the silver cross you were wearing around your neck - 'Merciful Devotion (Healing Hope)' and hit Tino's leg.

The expression loosened for a moment as the blue light emitted from the cross disappeared into his legs to stain him. I'm sorry, I didn't realize.

"Thank you. I did. It no longer hurts."

Well, because Tino still has to do his best.

Seeing the treatment sight, Gilberto boy said as somewhere relieved.

"Oh... is treatment just a treasure tool"

Everything, nothing, everything is treasure, but what is it?? Hmm? Is that bad?

If this isn't the treasure house, I'm just going home to Cranhouse in a bad mood.

"Klee. Those Wolf Knights... you knocked them down?

Master Greg asks, wary of exactly the path he has now run.

When I say whether or not I knocked him down, I definitely didn't knock him down first.

The wolf says he has a good nose. Wolf night earlier? What they feared would be the smell of slime attached to the capsule.

I don't know if there's a smell in the slime, but I can't think of anything else.

I'm sure they'll be mad by now. An empty metal capsule tricked me into missing my prey.

The only thing we need to think about is running away.

He looked awesome and tough, but if he leaves the treasure house, he shouldn't be following that phantom either.

The rescue target is dead anyway.

Sigh once, stretch out loud. I spare the sword, but my life is more important.

"That's not where I need to think right now. Let's just walk."

"Oh, wow."

Well, the question is... where are we and where is the exit?

§

Walk silently ahead of me. Because of fatigue, there is no conversation.

The White Wolf's Nest, as I saw the map beforehand, has a narrow passage branching out like an ant's nest, with similar sights going on and I don't know where it goes.

It didn't seem like a very large treasure house, but maybe even it was going the same way.

I mean, why am I in the lead? I'm not a bandit. This is what these bandits do, right?

There are two bandits at this party.

I stopped trying to get them to go first, but when I stopped, Tino and the others stopped, so I stayed in the lead forever.

What's wrong with your usual aggressiveness, Mr. Tino?

I look at Tino more, but when he meets his eyes, he's immediately distracted.

It's like they're rejecting me. I don't want to talk about it, but I think they're asking me to die.

Hmm? Should I have just grounded out? In this dangerous treasure house? Stuffed?

I have no choice but to move forward without knowing why. Sometimes I try to get into the sidelines in the mood.

Whether it was a treasure house without much phantom, the only salvation was that I had never encountered an enemy. Maybe somehow Tino is guiding me in a direction that is free of phantoms.

Occasionally, a roaring voice echoes through the hole, but it's still far away.

I think it's far away. I wonder if it's far away. I hope it's far away.

But I walked quite a bit, but I don't get to the exit. I think there may be only directions, but this is why I don't like cave-shaped treasure halls.

Is it time to sit down in Tino? Around the beginning of thinking so, Gilberto boy raised his voice as if he could not stand it.

"Hey... sorry if I didn't mean to... where are you going with this? Exit?"

You've gotten a lot soggier... but unfortunately I don't either. Well, I'm pretty sure the target point is the exit.

When I tried to say that, I pinched my mouth like Tino was in a hurry.

"Gilberto, it is also in training to read the intentions of Ah. And I'm not heading for the exit. Boss, the road to the right from the room doesn't lead to the exit, no matter what."

"Oh, really..."

Oh, really... I react the same way to Gilberto boy on the inside.

Exit. It's definitely the way out.

But, you know, you're not connected from the right... Is that the boss room?

So what? You mean we have to go back now?

Besides, what? Tino, were you training in this situation? Where are you headed besides the exit? Anything else?

"But, hey, Klee. I don't care if you tell me where you're headed."

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Ruda asks terribly. I'm starting to feel sorry for that voice.

I wonder where he's headed. I am always lost in my life.

There are no signs. I don't know what it is, but I'm like a signpost. [M]

Let's just make a U-turn. It's only been a while, and I'm sure those guys are gone.

Yeah, I feel like I want to make a U-turn in my life, too. I wanted to cry, but at least tighten my expression.

Select a turning path. If you bend in the same direction twice, it's practically a U-turn. A few minutes after changing his mood, Master Greg raised a dry voice.

Looking back, he looks at me like a monster. [M]

"Stupid...... there were no traces...... You weren't even there to find out - how."

"... so I said. I won't do anything appropriate."

"Not if you're saying that! I need to help!

Ruda rushes out. So I finally noticed a bunch of people lying all the way down the road.

It is not a phantom in size. If you stare, you can see it moving slightly.

What is it? Did you notice what Greg said?

You guys have really good eyes. If I was bad, I wouldn't have noticed. I'd be bent on my way.

But maybe it doesn't have to be. Is it the target of this rescue?

I didn't know you were still alive...... you're lucky. I want to be lucky.

Tino proudly breasts out somewhere and glares at me.

"So I said. He said he was reading it all."

"No, no, it's a coincidence, no matter how you think about it in common sense."

You can't even read such a future with treasure.

"... why does the person who guided you say it?"

Naturally, Gilberto boy turned to me with a frightened eye.

§

The rescue target was a man even bigger than Master Greg.

Large shield painted green on blunt-body armor. On the side is placed a conical spear that can be grabbed at any time, not that used by infantry in war.

Rodolph Davu. Never heard of it, and now it's laid back, but its giant boasted a convincing beauty when it was said to be a Level 5 certified hunter.

Apparently, the bone was broken.

The smooth motion made me take off my armor and drink potion, which I had no idea where to take it off. Tino and the others.

Other members who fall and lie nearby also had full bodies and several serious injuries, but apparently they are all too much alive. It would be close to a miracle that he was down here and didn't get stabbed in the todome.

"Doesn't it hurt?

To Tino, who speaks up, Rodolph thanks him with his plundered voice.

"Ha... ha, ha... ah, how about some. Oh, thank God."

"Thank you very much."

"No, I didn't do anything..."

Seriously, I didn't do anything. It was useless. About what I did was send Tino in.

Maybe I should be thanked?

Rodolph looks up at me with a blurred eye.

I've been in a hole for three days, and even if the pain disappears, my strength will be drained.

At least I'm sorry, so I gave him the chocolate bar from my pocket, which I always prepare as a snack.

Rodolph chews it up with momentum as if he were greedy. Wait for me to calm down and listen.

"What about food?

"Huh... Ugh... that's right"

"Yes, ours is outside, too. We were going to camp outside."

"Uh, yeah. We always camped inside."

There is a verse that my childhood tamers thought was a convenient place to train dangerous treasure halls at any time.

Gather all who survive. I have a few unconscious, but I gave him a potion, so he won't be in danger of death for now.

But when everyone is alive, new problems arise again.

Their survival is good news from the scouting side that asked for it, but from the helping side, it's no trouble.

First of all, carrying five injured people is a lot of work. Such a horrible phantom arises, so it is despicable.

We can't afford it either. Rodolph is likely to be dependable on a level 5 hunter, but he won't be able to handle that phantom opponent with little to no drinking and three days shipwrecked.

In the first place, I guess we have a situation now because we lost.

Instead, can you move? Put on such a big armor.

Normally I can't carry it. Maybe I can't even lift the spear. If I had treasure equipment, I wouldn't be talking about it. You'll have to take it off at worst.

He scolds Rodolph, who is still unconscious, and begins to check the situation. Tino did.

I don't know when the phantom will come if I fall down here forever.

Rodolph may be lucky, but I'm terribly unlucky.

Rodolph is a veteran. If there were five of them, they wouldn't even beat Wolf Knight in silver.

To Tino's question, Rodolph tied his lips hard for a moment and began to complain with a trembling voice.

A large, open green eye tells the story of the magnitude of the terror just received by it.

"Ha, ha... No, it sucks, I'm here. This is, like, level three. Eh... here's - it sucks, I'm here. Alarm, I wasn't. But - I couldn't get through. The spear, this guy's, the attack..."

"Oh, I know. You're some kind of wolf knight who's hiding the right half of his face with people's bones. We've been fighting too."

Gilberto boy lets his shoulders flaunt Rodolph's words as he trembles and speaks. He's a boy who can't read the air.

But to the words, Rodolph opened his eyes and shook his neck wide aside.

"Is... half? Oh, no. We were hit by a phantom wound - a bone covering our entire face. We have to get out of here."

Pale expression. The eyes that were slightly opened were shaking in fear as if they were visionary of its' enemies'.

I feel like filing a complaint.

I don't know what's stronger than that... what's going on, this treasure hall.

... No matter how unlucky I say, you're not gonna meet me, are you?

I wanted to laugh it off, but I didn't feel that way very much.

§ § §

Silver Wolf Knight slowly gives a face to the little shadow that came in without a single footstep.

Beneath his feet was a piece of bearded metal.

It's a piece of metal stained with the smell of death so strong that I've never smelled it.

But that individual, who was more intelligent than Silver Moon once existed, understood that it was already safe, that he had been deceived.

The next time we meet, it means we can tear it apart.

Lifting a giant sword with its length as well, it turns its shadow in a slow motion that also looks like it could be hijacked somewhere.

A crimson eye peeking from the orbit of a bone hiding the right half of his face holds a stronger grudge than earlier.

Two other bodies that had accumulated in the room to be ambushed - bows, similarly faced by a similarly qualified Wolfknight with a stick.

At the end of that gaze was - a small figure who hid his entire face with a joyful grin on his skeleton.

His height is not even a third of the silver Wolf Knight, big enough to wear heaven, but the signs of death surrounding him were well beyond that of Wolf Knight.

It was a middle-sized sword that was held in its hand. Unlike the weapon held by the Silver Wolf Knight, it was a clear, transparent sword body sword.

Silent Star

A treasure tool with a distinctly different glow swings under an unmade lowered arm. The Wolf Knights don't know that it was once on the back of a Level 8 hunter and thrown out on the way.

Wrapped around you is a terribly human light outfit that is different from plate mails, as if emphasis were placed on your lightness. But only the boots that covered it near its knees shined in black gold reminiscent of Wolf Knight's armor.

The treasure house called "The White Wolf's Nest" is a history of former ravages, the very curse left by the Warcraft Silver Moon.

The stained resentment emotions had a strong influence on the Mana Materials accumulated in its nest hole.

What is there is hatred for people, and at the same time a strong admiration.

Longing for power. Longing for appearance. Longing for wisdom.

Vision and hatred are one and the other.

It is the manifestation of the silver Wolf Knight standing on two legs and wrapping his tools around it. And bones that mimic the skull of someone who covers half that head, also.

Then what individual hides his face with a complete bone?

Due to the lack of Mana Materials, its treasure hall, which failed to achieve that strong curse, has now turned Level 5 hunters into enough demons to repel them.

Before the three silver wolf nights, a shadow covering the front of his face with a laughing skull proceeds in pale footsteps.

The Wolf Knights roared with the hatred they once held.