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

Sophia's attitude remained as it was when she was a disciple all the way here.

I felt a fright that I didn't know what to do. I don't even see him pointing a weapon at me.

Member of The Mourning Ghost. That alone deserves an enemy, but that attitude is the first I've ever seen nothin 'about witnessing all sorts of madness magicians.

Above all, I don't know what the purpose is.

In the first place, Citrine's actions are not of the kind that can be admitted even if infiltration was intended. It was almost three years ago that Sophia became an apprentice. Not as good as Noto or any other apprentice, but to a sufficient degree to be sentenced to extreme punishment, he has defiled his hands.

If previous acts came to light, decent objections would not be tolerated and they would be imprisoned.

Yes. The grand prison where that hunter was once wronged - in the grand prison of South Isteria, which boasts a difficult downfall, which houses a large number of sinful hunters and criminals who have absorbed Mana Materials and become beyond their control.

The majority of those who escaped have still not been found, he said. Use the case as an opportunity. That alert is increasing. You'll never be able to go outside once you've been housed.

"The motive is... sinned... revenge for a disgraceful exploration!?

Revenge against the Empire. Then I can still tell. Burning anger sometimes drives people without interest.

Citrie lays down her eyes and raises a crying voice at an inquiry she made with a push-kill voice.

"Don't you understand, Master? The motive is… the quest for knowledge, that's all. Sometimes you have to use unacceptable hands to untie the law and get the truth. Much was learned from the attitude of the master, who did not mind choosing the means. My master and I may be a little bit alike."

Similar. To the words, Noto understood everything.

Everything this woman says is true. It was not for infiltration or anything that I became a disciple of Noto, but to satisfy its tireless desire for knowledge, for exploration.

It doesn't matter if you're a high level hunter, or if it's forbidden by law, or if it's a taboo that could destroy the world - the woman in front of you just went down to the 'Tower of Akasha' for herself.

"I can't believe revenge... don't you think it will produce anything? And... wrongdoings?

- And the 'worst' in front of me is trying to do that 'afterwards'.

"There's an excellent 'material'... I really wanted it. Master, I've always thought that the golem costs too much money." Akasha "is a masterpiece, but even if it takes so much time, money and effort to produce it, it can't handle the gimmicks and phantoms (Phantoms) of the High Level Treasure Hall if you need people's hands to manipulate it.

Voices as if they would also state their views on research.

As pressed by it, the noto twists and backs down and takes a distance.

"... you think you can get away with it!? Get me out of here!

"Master, you are a first-rate magician. If I could improve my master - I could have boasted to Lucia, but I can't possibly not stick it out. And 'Akasha'... I would have liked it. I'm sure it's already been collected by the Empire. I'm so sorry."

There was no malice whatsoever there.

Being stuck with a cane doesn't show one upset, and I sigh unfortunately.

The deep blue eyes that differed from the colors I had heard in the previous information reflected the cutting edge of the cane.

"I, in fact - in" The Mourning Ghost (Strange Grief), "it's" the weakest. "As the master knows, he doesn't seem to have the talent to fight face-to-face - what is it with you so far, but maybe - lose, maybe. If possible, I want you to surrender..."

To the discouraged words, Noto assembled an unprecedented and repeated sorcery without reacting.

The most basic 'flamebullet' in the art of handling a common magician.

Fast and powerful firing speed. It is also a technique that greatly reflects the strength of the operator, and it has the power to make two or three people fine and ashy even if they skip chanting if they become as skilled magicians as Noto.

Low difficulty attack magic. In an instant, the procedure is ready to activate.

Citrie hasn't even gotten up yet. It's impossible to avoid this distance.

There is no alarm. I'm not the one to be alarmed.

At the time I tried without hesitation to unleash the magic I had assembled in my body - a severe pain that accidentally paralyzed my whole body ran.

The sudden impact causes the force to fall out of your hand, the wand falls to the floor and makes a hard noise. but I can't afford to care enough about that.

I could hear Citrie's relieved voice in a noto that snorted at the pain that stirred through her body.

"Great... looks like it will work for the wise (Master Maygus),"

"Huh... to... Huh!?

Pick one out of the chocolate that the citrie still has, and say it as you put it in your mouth.

"A medicine that suppresses the activation of magic. If you disturb your spirit with pain, the magic you built disappears before you go outside. Hunters are used to pain, but masters aren't."

"Huh!?... why, why, from the beginning - betray, intend to -"

Did they serve you drugs?!? But when we served the chocolate, we shouldn't have talked about it yet.

Citrie glances at the noto as she stares at herself in pain.

"It's just, it's ready. You know my master. Alchemists are important…" Preparation "and" End of story ". I'm weak and my master is not alarmed, so I didn't intend to betray him, so that's about it."

This guy is a magician. A raw magician. A slave of knowledge, who trusts nothing and does not hesitate to put even his own master, who has been a mentor for several years. Seeker of truth.

And I feel as though I deserve to trample on others. No one deserves this better in The Tower of Akasha.

Citrie finally reached the table and stood up before a notebook that still withstood the stinging pain and stood up with a wand.

"It's time to end it. Some things have to be evacuated before the Empire can collect them... and all of a sudden, they're not ready at all... next time, I'll be careful"

I guess that word is true.

Alchemists (Alchemists) lack combat abilities compared to Magic Instructors. Dealing with golems and artificial life forms (homunculus) is the norm when fighting, but there are no allies behind the citry.

If you can get overwhelmed face-to-face, you shouldn't have to serve medicine.

In support of that idea, Citrie's footsteps were cautious. It's time to get closer to Noto.

The exercise of witchcraft is impossible. It would be useless to attempt to exercise it again. Even if you find yourself coming beforehand - you can't concentrate your spirit in the pain as if struck by lightning.

Manage to remain conscious in the remnants of your misery.

But I still have my hands. Just as Citrie was preparing to take control before the battle, Noto and I have survived many battles so far.

Put your right arm into nostalgia. Place the ring you had hidden in your inner pocket in your finger. Citrie sees such a noto and calls out calm.

"It's okay, you don't have to worry about anything. I won't kill you. The memories - I erase them all... because I'm learning to change a thousand times and I'm aiming for 'fraternity' too"

"Huh - don't lick it, Sofia!!

Citrie's eyes are opened and his gaze is pointed at Noto's hand.

Nestled in a dead branch index finger was a crystal embellished ring. However, unlike normal gemstones, some colorless, transparent crystals are swayed with green flames.

It was a treasure piece. Noto Coclair's chosen trump card, with absolute confidence in his own magical arm and no need for any other weapon.

It is a treasure that - in exchange for a great deal of strain - can stockpile only one piece of witchcraft and liberate it at will.

What I'm stocking is the original magic produced by Noto.

A trump card sent to the Underworld, which brings together disciples who are senior magical mentors and powerful magical resistance.

"A Quiet Death (Aaron Mist)".

The magic you once put in opens up and the crystal returns colorless and transparent. There was no flashy sound, light, etc.

Shitley flutters wide with her eyes open. Keep the table involved and fall to the floor.

The fog of poison synthesized by magic is not flashy, but it sneaks in without sound or color and reaps its life with a single blow.

It's a trump card that assumes interpersonal. It doesn't even give you the magic of detoxification or the clearance to use medicine.

The pain that remained was at some point pulled off. I don't know what pills I served, but it wouldn't be like it would last forever.

But more than that, we have to hide ourselves now. Citrine said she didn't tell anyone, because there's no proof that it's true.

Wipe your mouth with your sleeves and throw your voice at Sophia, who falls into depression.

The wonder and the anger I had until earlier subsided. Have pity and throw your voice at the girl.

"You idiot...... Sophia. If you put it on Akasha, what you could have done..."

"Huh... that's... impossible,. We are..." Friends, "so"

"Huh!?

- Why are you alive!?

In front of the noto, which takes a step back towards the exit, he hands on the floor and the citrie, which should have died, rises in a motion as if it were an undead.

When I stood up fluttered but firmly with two legs, I coughed up a few times and looked at the noto.

Its eyes peered into the noto from the gaps in pink blonde hair. My voice was trembling, but the emotions I put in there were no different.

"Magic poison...... that's right. Ha ha... This system is resistant, I have it on, but it's been a long time... just a little bit, it worked"

"Yes...... ehm. There's no way I can move..."

"Once upon a time, I was conscious at the treasure hall - reflecting, poisoning a little bit, making everyone tolerant -"

I can only count that Noto has ever used this magic. But I've definitely slaughtered enemies with all of that.

Even if it doesn't work, it's impossible to get up in such a short time.

When Citrie shook her head wide and slapped her blue-blue cheeks in the pan, she laughed at Noto for what it would be.

"Is that it, Master? Will you surrender? The treasure trove - I will make it a souvenir for Mr. Klee. It was hard not to bring anything back because only one of us was missing."

".................. fuck......!

"Ahhh..."

A small voice lifts up to the noto that rushed out suddenly.

That attitude was definitely not directed against the enemy. The unmalicious grin that licked this one changes a thousand times.

I still have eyes. "A Quiet Death (Aaron Mist)" wasn't ineffective. Citrie's foot is as uncertain as drunk.

Now - run away. Run away and wait for the medicine to expire.

I still have a safe house. There's also a safe house with no one to know but Noto, and if you can rendezvous with the other members of the "Tower of Akasha," it's possible to relapse.

If caught here - Citrie would 'process' Noto in the most magical way she could think of.

Maybe - in a tougher way than 'death'.

"I'm taking so much time to tell you what's going on and convince you in good faith - this is my last favor. I don't want to fix it with my fist like 'sister'! I'm not -" The Worst (Deep Black) "anymore!

I get ridiculous persuasions out of my heart on my back.

Just think about fleeing with selflessness. No - you don't have to get away with it. You can get caught by the Empire. It's a hundred times better than getting caught by Citrine.

Turn the knob and hit the body to open the door vigorously.

Outside. Worst if you put it in the eyes, that woman will never get her hands on you.

That's when I scolded my legs that were going to get caught and tried to run up the stairs to the ground...

Something cold came down from overhead.

Rain? Soon after a question like that crosses my mind, I lose power as if I've been sucked away.

Why am I here? I don't know what I'm doing.

We have to run. The orders released by the brain are not passed on to the body as if they were blocked along the way.

Distorted as if consciousness had been melted.

The last thing Noto heard was a blurry scream as if even a thick filter had been hung.