Garc Velter.
As a former hunter, he received a scout from the Explorers Association after retiring and is now the chief of the Explorers Association's Imperial Capital Branch.
There will be no strangers in the Hunter of the Empire.
It's been a long time since I retired, but my valiant name in active service is still widely known to active hunters.
A man who freely manipulated the elusive weapon of Halvard and was given two names: the obstacle of standing, the extermination of demons and phantoms and the 'Ghost of War'.
Its exceptional combat skills are among the top level 7 certified hunters.
Leaving the front line, Mana Material lost her ability to pull out, but that power still doesn't take a pull on active hunters. It's the imperial branch's festive poetry that hunters tangled up in Explorers Association officials get a painful manipulation from Gark when they get on track.
But Gark is one of the most important figures in the capital. I have a position, and I'm busy negotiating with the Empire in the first place, etc.
No matter how much power you had left, you're not supposed to come out on such a dangerous battlefield.
Sven points out to the guard, who narrows his eyes emotionally to the atmosphere of the first treasure palace in a long time, as if he was stunned.
"Branch Manager, you're not a hunter anymore, you know that?
"Oh, of course. Well, I haven't beaten an active hunter yet."
Gark flaunts his face, letting him fist his chest.
The figure. Heavy red armor covering the exuberant flesh with muscles without luxury and a weapon of treasure in hand. I was already totally motivated.
Oh, you don't understand this. You're the guy. The Deputy Branch Manager used to forgive you.
Sven sighs deeply.
Sure enough, Gark kept his powers to such an extent that he didn't think he had a decade-long blank.
I guess Mana Material has a high degree of retention. Looks like he's still working out. It would work as a hunter enough from Sven's eyes.
But that's why coming out on the front line like this is another story.
Two researcher-like men from the "Relics Survey" that have accompanied them look around frowning at the roar of the "phantom" that they hear from nowhere from time to time.
The Relics Survey is a division of the Empire that investigates treasure palaces and treasure objects.
An investigation into an anomaly in a treasure house like this one is also within its jurisdiction. By its very nature, it is also deeply connected to the Association of Seekers.
But most of its affiliated members are researchers and non-combatants.
Neither will the two of us who have been followed by the Gurk this time have much different fighting power from the average person.
Ask Gark as he squats to the ground, soils and sees the two of them talking about something.
"What about those guys?
"This time I applied for a huge budget increase. I really can't say no if you say so. Don't interrupt."
Sven decides for now to convince himself of the unspoken word.
Now is not the time to argue, and you won't go home complaining.
Many members of the "Relics Inquiry Institute" are eye-catching against hunters from above, but if they have a guard, it won't be a problem.
You'd better keep that in your sight.
Even the Gark Branch Manager is a former high level hunter.
There will be nothing in the way of a blank. Above all, the participation of former hunters, who once made various legends, leads to a rise in morale.
Most importantly, there is no veto here.
Pass it through the center of the formation and report the status quo.
Gark roars with his nose at Sven explaining as he widens the map.
I could see relief in time for that look and a strong vigilance.
One of the investigators speaks up for a report from Sven.
"Slime......? It is the wolves who go out to this treasure house. There have been no other reports of 'phantoms' appearing before, nor are there terrain around here suitable for the habitat of slime"
I know that.
When Sven and the others "Black Gold Cross" arrived at the treasure hall, Sven and the others did not know any information from Klay. but the members who have served as reinforcements have been washing away all possibilities.
That's when I almost said it, the other investigator man, who had been arm-in-the-mind, opens his mouth.
He's a keen-eyed, magnificent man. Bitter emotions seeped out of that tone.
"But that's the word for 'thousands of changes'. The man is unusual, but I won't miss the treasure hall anomaly.... we've had scattered eyes."
"Scattered eyes......?
"We treated ourselves incompetent because of the guy who hits an incident with no precursors. Even this time, if something happens without increasing the number of personnel, there will be another pursuit of responsibility from elsewhere. It's blocked in all directions. Damn......"
Sven somehow found himself intimate with the man stepping on the ground in frustration.
"I'd rather have it removed once or so. Don't you think it's ridiculous to be influenced by the words and actions of a man who only says he was unlucky?
"... hey, keep it around there"
"Oh, that was a silence"
Another investigator slaps me on the shoulder and apologizes.
but the eyes of the hunters, who heard the man's words and had previously turned their suspicious eyes to the Sven and the others, had changed.
The suspicion hasn't completely disappeared yet, but the colors are gone that make a fool of prudence.
"But in fact, the odds of a powerful slime and dot coming out here are equal to zero. No, there is no treasure hall inside the Empire that comes out with slimes that harm you. Of course, for now, we're talking about. Unfortunately, we're out of range until we can predict. I can't deny the possibility of this treasure hall becoming a slime expert treasure hall right now, but let me just say as a common sense expert, well, it can't be."
"Oh, yeah"
Sven also nods at the ironic way he turns around. Neighbor Gurk says nothing only face-to-face, either.
It's not like there are no examples of treasure hall properties changing dramatically. but only a few examples have been confirmed so far.
Above all, how 'black gold cross' would be out of hand if that happened.
"Any other possibilities?
"I don't know. I have no idea what's coming. If it weren't for my orders, I would never have come here."
A man shook his shoulder and let him sigh.
I had one more eye to blame for whether the magnificent man was in a better position, but I wouldn't say anything.
Apparently, the members here are united in their will. Will to return safely.
Another new party returns and part of the map is filled.
"If wild slime is unlikely to show up, what if it's not wild?
Gark looks up and tells Sven.
"The production of slime is one of the skills of an alchemist. Sure, it's unlikely that a slime like that will emerge in the wild, but it's still possible if it's created by an alchemist."
To Gark's proposal, Sven thought a little and shook his head sideways.
"... no, that's hard to think about. A good alchemist can certainly make powerful slimes, but that's a limitation. If you're going to spend that much time studying powerful slimes, I'm going to be studying Magic Dolls (Golem) and Machine Dolls (Automata)."
"S, Citrie said there's something good about slime..."
The only alchemist Talia pinches her mouth, but she doesn't deny Sven's words.
Unlike the magic of "The Alchemist", the magic of "The Magic Instructor" is costly and time consuming. If you want to spend enough time on slime, you should spend more time on other areas. That's the common perception.
Turn your gaze to the glass bottle with the dark liquid that Sven is lowering to its waist belt.
"... Either way, worst of all, this one has a versus slime potion. Best I don't get to use it."
"I only have one bottle, so I need to be careful"
Grabbing his fist and nodding like Talia was nervous.
The only source of information is the words of one hunter. I wasn't even explained the rationale.
But whatever the extent of all those who were in this place, they were wary of the word.
As well as in the treasure hall, I turn my guard in the woods, which are gradually descending from the Book of Darkness.
"... with that said, the guy who just went into the woods -"
Are you back?
That's when I tried to check, and I heard a little noise in Fu Sven's ear.
It sounds so small that the wind sounds like it's going to erase it. Disappeared in an instant, but not misheard.
"A single shot. All hands on alert!
Sven screams.
The sound of a single whistle signals the discovery of a demon. Was it small because you couldn't afford to blow it long?
Each of the hunters left in the formation will form a formation and quickly set up a weapon.
The investigation was already coming to an end.
There are three parties still inside the treasure hall. Most of the hunters mobilized this time gather in front of the treasure hall.
Gark grabs that treasure - "Ice Storm Warfare Tooth" and asks Sven with a rugged look.
"Hey, Sven. The whistle now, where did you hear it from?
Sven is an archer. Nice eyes but good ears.
It was difficult to detect the origin of the sound if it was indoors where it echoed, but there was no way I could mishear it in this situation.
Calm down and stare.
At the end of that gaze was not the treasure hall, but behind the bushes to which the hunter with brown hair had headed earlier.
"It's in the woods... it's not a treasure house. Shit!"
The trees twitch, and the earth trembles.
From the back of the woods comes the shock and sound that sounds all the way from the back of the belly.
I can't hear the whistle anymore.
The sun is already falling, even though the vision has deteriorated terribly in the dimly depressed and lush woods.
Each of the magicians in the hunter casts a magic of light. A sphere of soft light floats in the air and shakes away the darkness.
Two non-combatants, the 'Relic Investigation Institute', step back. Sven leads the bow, pointing it in the direction where the sound has been heard.
And then a shadow popped out of the darkness like a drag on his leg.
"Heh... heh... heh... here we come,"
A hunter with brown hair. However, his face is distorted, his arms severed in half, and he can see a bone rounded in half. Blood is dripping off. The armor that was supposed to have covered the flesh is decided, and the sword that was supposed to have it is nowhere.
A fellow party member rushes over to the man who came into the formation to roll and pulls him in so that he holds that body.
Uncombatable. It is not a level such as broken finger bone. Impossible to hold a sword with both arms without fingers.
"Henrik, it's treatment!
"Huh...! Yes!"
Henrik, a healing magician (writer), rushes to Sven's words.
Confirm the scar with a serious look and be stunned.
Both arms, as if they had been torn apart, were wounds that could not have been done in a normal attack.
The cross section is distorted as if it was twisted, and it is quite suspicious if it could be sutured, even if the arm was still there.
Sven doesn't even know.
I've fought many demons before, but what the hell kind of attack would I get that kind of wound?
Gradually the sound of collapse approaches. It's as if a large warcraft is approaching the trees as they are forced to fold them.
A bright white light spreads from Henrik's palm.
The bones pop up and the arms where the blood was dripping quickly rise, blocking that scar from being wrapped in meat.
Blood stops, too. But he won't come back until he loses his hand.
A brown-haired hunter withers his voice and screams as he undergoes treatment by magic.
"Hey, hey... I don't even know, bye! Hey, what, that's - getting caught up. Stay away from me! Run!"
To that word, the party that was forming near the border with the forest changes its position far from the tree.
And a monster emerged from the back of the woods before a ready and waiting hunter.
Under the magical light, Sven opens his eyes stunned by the illuminated appearance.
"Sla............... Im?
It looked like a hangover from every creature the Sven and the others had ever fought.
There are few footsteps, but if you listen often, you hear strange footsteps like wet heavy objects crawling around the earth.
The body is huge. If you're talking about height, it would be bigger than Sven.
Human form with a crimson body all over. The body is bigger than Sven, but its appearance deserves to be described as a lump rather than a flexion.
"Huh... melting... are you?
Talia breathes in her unusual appearance and leaves one step later.
In the words Sven noticed that the creature in front of him resembled a phantom that appeared in this treasure palace.
There are already few prototypes.
But it was a "melted Wolf Night" if it was to be expressed strongly.
Arms, legs, fur, armor, not only on the surface, but more than half of them melt into place, almost falling apart if they can't keep their posture.
It was just that the only clear remaining shitty, shining golden eyes in it reflected the hunters waiting.
A creature with a liquid body.
If you do only give it features, you may not even be able to call it slime.
But the appearance was too violent to call it that.
Slime is a 'like that' creature, but this in front of me is a life form that failed to build the flesh.
There is nothing left in the monster's passing trail.
Some of its almost liquefied shoulders touch a single tree. That's just it, the tree you touched breaks and shatters and falls.
It's not magic. I didn't even launch the attack. I just touched it.
I don't even know if it's blood or meat. The surface of my body bubbles. To its so ugliness, one of the investigators opens his eyes to the limit and holds his mouth.
My legs aren't fast. It's fast enough for an injured hunter to escape.
One of the hunters shrugs as it's time to retreat.
"Are you dying?
"Chi, no! From the moment I met him, it was..."
"Thousands of Changes" tried to send the clan's strongest bravest, "Enemy".
Two, words like that go through the back of my brain. Sven pulled his bow wide and screamed.
"Attack is on, all hands! We're gonna take a distance and we're gonna finish it from afar! Klee, where's this slime? Are you kidding me!