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

To my word, Liz starts checking the files again.

There are ten treasure halls I have listed. Seven of them are Level 1, and the other three are Level 2, but they are certified to Rigiri Level 2, an easy treasure house for hunter apprentices to go to.

It is a level treasure house where even hunters without talent will be able to attack if they gain two or three years of experience.

Conversely, it may be a rare treasure house that is not too beneficial to go first when it is at the level of Liz.

The look on Liz's face, who had rolled all over the file over and over again, is applauded.

The information on the treasure hall, which was compiled in the Clan's library, was collected by the clerks who organized the materials they received from the Seekers' Association and the information that their hunter had brought home.

It is also a crack and favorable material from members of Footprint. It is also highly accurate.

Liz looks up and looks at me.

Was it also something that bothered you with the sensibility of an excellent hunter?

"Hey, Klee... this, what happens?

"Huh?"

I hope nothing happens.

"No, I'm not suspicious... see, you said you'd have me do it? That means they're in worse shape than the White Wolf's Nest they headed for, right?

"... yeah yeah, right"

"Hmmm... nothing. There are no powerful demons living around here... little gimmicks, and it's hard to make tees struggle, not to the extent of mana materiality that falls into Level 1 or 2 treasure halls in the first place... hmmm..."

"Yeah, yeah, right?

Liz leans her neck frequently and roars small.

I think we should change that personality trying to jump into danger for now.

Liz had a thoughtful look for a while, but nodded as if to convince herself to a large extent.

"... Well, that's what Klee says. It won't mean you're wrong..."

"Yeah, yeah... right"

It's sweet in there.

So, Tino's back.

Looks like I've been showering and dressing and my hair is still damp. When you come straight in front of me and Liz, keep your hands firmly on the side and watch out.

"I'm back now. Sister, I'm here."

"Are you tired? Are you okay?"

To my words, Tino answered with a glimpse of Liz.

"... Yes. No problem."

"It can't be that problematic, can it? I gave it to you!

Tino was faceless to Liz, who bragged her chest out.

But I did see my feet flutter just before I corrected my posture.

They're telling me. They're telling me.

You're always overdoing it...... Seriously, the toothpick doesn't work because Tino is serious and doesn't argue.

I definitely need to let this rest as my master's best friend and as one senior hunter.

Let me go to the easy treasure hall...... after all, I should just let Liz go now, this. I'm anxious to lose the stopper at all......

"I knew Tino was tired, and I was just gonna ask Liz to go."

I almost noticed Tino looking at me with tears in his eyes.

Those eyes are like abandoned puppies.

No, that's why it's not an out-of-power notice. Because it's not an out-of-power notice.

"I thought... but I figured I'd have Tino go too. Yes, I picked up a few, so you can pick whatever you want."

"Yes!...... pick...... up?

Start scrolling through the files Tino receives.

Liz is sitting still on her side watching how it goes. For some reason, he grinned arrogantly.

The pressure hasn't allowed Tino to concentrate.

He is shrinking like a atrophy and dropping his gaze on the file in a heartbeat.

Speaking of which, I've asked Tino before what it's like to be a disciple of Liz. He replied that it was a constant workout, but maybe this is the place?

Tino looks softly at Liz.

"Um... your sister?

"What?

"............ hey, it's nothing"

As pressed by gaze, Tino began to scroll through the file desperately again. Like Liz earlier, scroll over and over again from the first sheet.

No, there's nothing wrong with that. I'm telling you to pick it out if you like.

"Liz."

I invite you to do it a little bit and show you your hands against your ears.

Liz gave a strange look, blocking her own ears like I let her try.

Grab your shoulders, rotate your body, and gently press away from Tino for a few meters.

Leave Tino alone for a bit because he has no choice at all.

The apprentice girl rounded her eyes and dropped off her master. Now there is no one in the way.

"Come on, I like you slowly. You should choose. Because I won't let Liz talk me out of it."

"... but I did. I... can't make a decision."

Judgment... you were still looking for the right answer... what is the right answer?

I want to put that seriousness on Liz as well.... No, is Liz serious about Hunt too?

I think it would be more fun to live as properly as I do.

Put your chest up and say confidently without any basis.

"It's okay, it's okay. Whatever you choose, you're fine. I think I can handle it...... maybe?

For some reason a short screaming voice leaked from Tino's lips. Don, step back like you pulled.

It's like looking at a monster.

For some reason, Tino's gaze is not limited to today, but is often worse against me than against Liz.

What are you worried about when you say it's okay......

Tino says in a fine, trembling voice.

"Um... I'm... I'm still at level four -"

"Huh? Yeah, yeah, right?

…………

"Yeah, yeah, that's right"

I feel some awesome dejab. Is it because there is a master nearby that Tino still doesn't escape?

Tino's hand with the file was completely trembling. My lips are desperately tied.

Her face is bright blue, and the beauty is ruined.

Unfortunately, I have no idea what she's afraid of. This time it's not "bone picking," it's the top ten Easy Win Treasure Palaces I've elected cowardly. I don't think there are any anxiety materials...

Liz is kicking the floor and waiting with her ears plugged and her back facing.

"I knew you'd better rest..."

"Yes, no... I'll do it"

I'm serious. I wish I didn't have to.

Tino raised her face from the file and tried to look up to me.

"... so, um... whatever, okay?

"Yeah. Whatever."

"...............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Huh...?

It's an unexpected word. Tino's expression is serious.

I purposefully chose a simple treasure hall for you... well, nothing. I just picked up ten simple treasure halls thinking about Tino, and I didn't elect them for any other solid reason. I don't even feel bad about it.

Suddenly the ground rocks. Tino trembles at the sound of metal echoing through the vast space.

Liz's legs were smashing through the metal floors. The tiles of metal are falling and shaking. Do I have to replace it again?

Liz turned this way with her ears blocked, looked at Tino and laughed nicely.

You're definitely hearing this. I told you not to threaten me.

Tino was dying now. Sifting and shaking his neck beside him is resistance. It is pinched on a plate.

I laughed to reassure poor Tino.

"Sure, fine. Instead, I was waiting for that word."

"... Huh?

Tino's expression freezes. The file moved away from its hand and scattered all over the ground.

§ § §

The whistle of an emergency didn't sound, only time was just passing.

The sun is already halfway down, and the temporary stronghold created in front of the "White Wolf's Nest" is even thin and pale.

Hear the report of the party back and match it with a map spread out on the ground.

"The White Wolf's Nest" is not originally that difficult a treasure house. The map also has almost complete objects in circulation.

I will show the range surveyed on the precise map I have brought. Progress is slow as prudential measures are taken, but still 70% of the confirmation of the road stretched countless times had already been completed.

Sven's eyebrow root was stopping by.

Soon the night will come. I'm ready for the lights, but I'd like to clean them up before I do, if possible.

"No abnormality, or"

"As always, the level of" phantom "that appears is high."

To the words of his companions, Sven put his arms together.

The party I boarded up ready to die had so far returned without anyone lacking it. There have been several serious minor injuries, but there have been no deaths and the wounded have already recovered.

The boss room I saw most likely to have slime has already been confirmed. He instructed me to look into it with special care, but nothing seemed to have changed in particular.

The remaining 30% that have not yet completed the investigation are the trails. That, too, will be confirmed in a couple of hours.

The sense of crisis that had already happened at the beginning was also foggy. Of course, I'm not alarmed because it's a constant means of change that something happens in a moment of relaxation, but tension doesn't last long.

"Cry's eyes cloudy, too?

"What if nothing happens with this?

"So you're lucky."

To the words of his companion, Sven joked and replied.

As the investigation progressed, the party was also beginning to turn its gaze towards the 'Black Gold Cross' as if it had made a fool of itself.

I look back at Henrik like he's upset, but I can't say anything from here because I'm not having any problems just laughing at Niyaniya.

Has it not been ostensibly disputed yet because it intends to dispel the remaining 30% of the investigation after completing it?

Like the conductor's "Black Gold Cross," Talia and the others who have never broken into the Treasure Palace as an anti-slime party seem uncomfortable.

I'm a little sorry, but I'm not going to misjudge you.

"I'm not done with the investigation yet."

"If you guys hadn't done anything extra, it would've been over by now, wouldn't it?

Sven gives his face in a whispering tone. At the end of his gaze was a party of brown hair hunters complaining about Sven and the others every once in a while.

Hair dyed mesh on piercings open to ears. He also looks like a chimp from the looks of it, but he is also a hunter who didn't like it but followed Sven's maneuver.

Are the party members agreeing, too, with the mingled eyes of hostility and vigilance directed at Sven and the others?

Sven rang his neck and sighed.

"I'll hear the complaints later. You guys just finished your order. Be nice."

"... chip. At best, pray to that shitty master who hasn't even been here."

I push my anger to death, throw up words like throw up dialogue and a line leaves.

But I don't know what it's like to want to say that.

Without Sven and the others, and without prudential measures, the remaining 30% of the investigation would have been completed.

If that were the case, we would have even launched at the town liquor store by now. Of course, the assumption is that nothing will happen with the remaining 30%.

And then he shouts when he sees the brown-haired hunter who just walked away from the party and headed behind the bush.

"Hey, don't leave your place!

"Shut up, it's pissing! I'll be right back. He's got a weapon."

Slap the sword on your hips and disappear behind the trees. Sven sighed deeply.

Well, there are other members of the party left, and I didn't go into The White Wolf's Nest.

You know this is a danger zone. You won't have a problem if you go back soon.

"That man, you're dead"

"Come on, don't make a scene."

Sven laughed bitterly at the words Henrik had leaked after joking.

The newcomers, who were initially sceptical about the language of a thousand changes, were also cracking wonders as Sven and the others took a worse position.

I laugh as Henrik illuminates my emotions in the gaze directed at me.

"I don't know about Mr. Klee, but I trust Mr. Sven and the others."

"... then what if I pray to my master to live up to that trust"

And, at that time, the noise was heard from the woods.

Sven gets up. The faces of the waiting parties raised their guard, each pulling out their weapons and pointing their gaze in the direction of the sound.

It was one big carriage that came in. It's a fine carriage with nothing less than what the members of Footprint used.

Sven opens his eyes to the symbol engraved on his front. In a concentrated gaze, the door opened.

One giant man comes down in a snug bear-like motion.

Crimson armor, a thorny crimson armor held on the side.

Although his height was little different from that of Sven, he appeared to be more gigantic than the entity because of his disappointing flesh compared to that of his sleek body, Sven, in one way or another.

Tattooed and old wounded faces look around unafraid, and their gaze captures Sven.

Sven blinked his eyes at that discerning face, the unexpected face.

"Gark Branch Manager? What's the matter, dressed like that?

Two honored men in the Empire's 'Relic Investigation Institute' uniform descend to the ground from behind the carriage, dreaded and so forth.

To Sven, who doesn't understand the situation, a former 'war ghost' said with a snort.

"Ooh, you kept me waiting. Sven, I'm here to see what's going on."