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

The Arcs leave the lounge with a quick leg, forgiving the disgusting look on their faces and staring at me.

As I expected, Ark did me a favor.

I didn't say anything specific about the content alone, but you probably guessed what I was going to say based on my words and the current situation.

That's right, it's Ark Rodin. The empire's strongest hunter has the strongest depth of nostalgia.

I love such a versatile arc thing. He can even use healing magic, right? Can you believe that?

Nothing can be done. It is very different from me.

High level hunters are often powerful members of that party, but on top of that, solo hunters increase.

For example, there were only three Level 10 hunters, Exceed Siegens, who inspired us to hunt.

A protruding hunter is something that you can't follow around. And therefore highly versatile.

Ark matches the level of the treasure hall to the party members. Perhaps it would be much quicker to level up working solo or attending a more powerful party.

Though he's a harem party, it may be a rare point that he's still partying as a superior hunter.

I want Ark to remember that kindness all the time, if you will. I will continue to take care of you.

When I was satisfied with my bargaining arm, Liz pointed at my lips and rocked my shoulder, who had always looked in a bad mood.

"Nooooooo. Klee, you can't rely on Ark! Rely more on me? Hey! Hey!

…………

"There's no Luke, there's no way I'm going to mock battle with Sito. No, Tee is a miscellaneous fish, and his arms will be dull. Hey? I'll do anything!

I'm rubbing my body with a rub as Liz mesmerizes. A pet or something?

You said you'd do anything now, right?...... please be adult.

I have no complaints about Liz in strength, but her temper is too rough. I sighed deeply.

"Liz, do you know what I asked for?

"I know. You can go to that fucking kid's place and steal his treasure, right? Leave it to me!"

Liz laughs proudly somewhere. Ethics are too thin.

I want treasure, but I don't commit crimes for it. [M]

Liz breaks her finger in tension as if she were going on a trip.

"It's an easy show compared to the treasure house. The knight of security is an amateur, too, and without Lucia, the junction system is a little troublesome, but you just have to steal it back before it gets captured, right? Oh, yeah! I think I'll take Tee!

Don't do it.

I used to not be like this, but I was too used to rough things up. Maybe it was aptitude.

The mask is fine now. Maybe Ark will bring it back.

I despised my sister as if my conscience, Citrine, was frightened.

"Sister! You must be in trouble Mr. Klee! I'm sure the mask has reason to believe that Mr. Ark is more appropriate, because we have something to do."

"Things to do?

"Golden Measures"

Liz turned her eyes round to the citrie to answer instantly, but put down the legs she was putting together.

What convinced you, nod small and look at me.

"............... Oh, you know what? Then why don't you? Ask Arch. I don't know what to do."

"Lucia needs to fill the savings hole before she gets back... just fine, right?

What is just right? I have no idea. Leave me alone and the conversation goes on. [M]

Maybe they still have a sympathy that only the sisters don't know from the outside.

Liz gets up and turns to a smile that seems to be in a good mood.

"... I see... as always, Klee's plan is perfect, maybe. Yeah, Rika. You'd better hurry, wouldn't you? Long time no see, could it have teeth? Sito, get ready."

"I know..."

"Well, let's keep it moving gently first. Klee, I'll see you later. I'll do my best to make a good report, so wait!

Waving flirtatiously, Liz leaves the lounge in a light foothold. If that were the case, I wouldn't follow the Arcs into a break-in and rob them.

I don't know what you're going to do, but if there's a citrie, it's not going to be a big problem.

"Okay, Mr. Klee. I'm coming too. I'll take care of your sister."

"Yeah, yeah, you are. Take it easy."

I'd love to help myself if I could, but it would be enough to get in the way of me.

Against the encouragement without contents, Citrie smiled at me holding my fist small.

§ § §

Returning to base, the Arcs geared up.

Even so, the main business of the Arks is hunters. Even if there were no plans to explore the treasure hall, it is at a minimum ready.

Ark is a magician at the same time as a swordsman. Battle with your bare hands is top notch enough, but you can also use magic. Naturally, most hunters don't lose that easily with their opponents.

Boasting more capacity than it looks, this pouch-shaped "space-time bag" is a super luxury item passed down from generation to generation to the Rodin family, with the special effect of preventing spoilage of what it puts in its huge capacity.

Various potions, of course, fit from groceries to camping items and can handle all situations.

"Are you really... going?

"Are you nervous?

A fellow cleric looking up worried - to Yu's grey iris, Ark smiles small and looks.

Other faces, once in front of Ark, the leader, had not even complained, but had prepared somewhere with a disgruntled look.

Its handy qualities corresponded to first-rate hunters, but above all, there is strength there as if we were going to go to a treasure hall of high difficulty.

If I were to give you only one trait of the Beginning Footprint (First Step), the majority of members would give you the 'Thousand Trials' that the Clan Master occasionally brings, not a well-developed benefit, not the fighting power of affiliated members who don't seem to be young clans, or a giant clan house.

That is equally down to 10,000 people, and naturally Ark's party is no exception.

No, Ark's party is the number two in the clan. Either you have more opportunities to do what you're asked to do than the general public.

It is the valves of non-arc members that no matter how difficult the treasure palace's offense is, it is better than the request that will descend abruptly shortly before it is ready. It was also because of the minimal preparation at any time without neglecting to maintain the equipment.

Yu Shiiragi distorts its neat appearance anxiously.

"Yes, Mr. Klee... that's because he keeps bringing Mr. Ark in."

"It's level eight, I wish I could do it myself. Mr. Ark is too spoiled."

Isabella sighs deeply, dressed in the same pure white robe as when exploring the treasure hall.

Sure, Ark hardly refuses requests from Klee.

I can't treasure hunters enough to fear an incident, and some of those things I was asked to do were certainly devastating if someone hadn't moved.

"There's Liz and Citrie, don't you think you should do it yourself?

Ark grinned at the voice for consent.

"Isabella wants you to keep those two close to Miss Eclair? I can't do such horrible things."

"... that's... sure, Liz, or even if they're ten, they're going to seriously fight. You don't even think about their status or their shards."

"... it's a horrible story, but it's possible"

To Isabella's words, Almel, a swordsman, agreed with a harsh look.

The strength of The Ghost of Mourning is known to everyone, but at the same time it was known to the young and deserted beside it. The same clan members and long-time acquaintances generally knew that their well-known reputation was only a little modest.

Kind of like a bloody mafia.

"Except if Lucia and Anthem are around, it looks like she's not back yet - and, no, but then you can go on your own! Even a noble opponent, Klee, would be easy to say, wouldn't he?

I shake my head and protest, but that Isabella voice has no power until earlier.

I understand that judgment is reasonable in reason, but I guess it's hard to convince with emotion.

Eclair Gladys is still a child, but a child of nobility. I have high pride.

Not to mention that Eclair had a strong wind against Klee, who is said to be arc's rival. Klee would be able to do anything about it, but it's obvious to see which one can interact well, Ark, who was originally close to Klee.

"Admit it, Isabella. In the first place, we have ties to the Gladys. Instead, if there's any trouble, we have to go... complaining about Klee is a little out of line."

I can't read Klee's thoughts, even if I have an arc with him quite a bit.

But whatever the non-arc members are, 'A Thousand Trials' so far has not been enough for Arc to be eye-catching.

There's just the power to save, and there's a motive.

Get up to speed and finally take a swing of the sword out of your space-time bag.

White matte sheath with dull golden pattern. A long sword with a majestic atmosphere that attracts the beholder, with little decoration, but even in a state that fits into the sheath.

A straight sword-shaped treasure piece supposedly used by the first Rodin.

The Holy Sword - Historia - has cut through history with Rodin and caused disaster.

The most powerful and prestigious of several sword-shaped treasures is the unblemished blade, which has yet to be slashed.

Originally, I can't bring weapons or anything into noble mansions, but Ark allows me to.

In the first place, where one or two of the swords were taken up, Arch Rodin's combat ability goes far beyond the knights of the escort, and Lord Gladys understands that.

I was told I shouldn't take my sword with me, but the Holy Sword is a weapon I carry without letting go of my skin.

Ark trusted Klee, but at the same time he knew he was weirdly hiding information and trying to impose trials.

If I don't pull it out, it won't be a problem.

We're all set. Later only check how Eclair is doing.

And Isabella, equally ready, said with a shapely frown.

"But, Mr. Ark. If I don't make it, 'I'm sad', don't you think I'm kidding you about anything at all?

"............... Isabella is serious. Come on, Miss Eclair should be in Sir Gladys' mansion by now. Shall we hurry?"

"!? Huh? What? It's my fault now!?

With the mundane Isabella and her white-eyed companions, Ark walked toward the mansion where something seemed to be happening.

§ § §

The mask, which used 200 million geels of big money to compete, was a surprisingly creepy one.

I'd heard the story, but if I'd seen the real thing, I might not have been in the competition.

Masks like those made by twisting the raw meat around are pulsating as if they were alive, like the Gladys family decree received on behalf of Eclair frowning.

The maids and butlers of the house praised Eclair for winning the auction over that level 8 hunter, but the moment I saw the real thing, the look did change.

A cursed treasure with no effect. Hazard determination was also made by the appraiser, a mask of meat.

The mansion of Teito. The auction was over and Ecclair had been pulling into his bedroom the whole time.

There is only Eclair in the dark bedroom with the curtains closed and the lights turned off. There is little furniture, and all that is installed is a large covered bed and desk.

The first day I killed my voice and cried with extra humiliation and anger. The second day had eclampsia, hit things, and all that remained was profound regret.

Many times the people of the house came to call, but they shouted and chased away. It was unbearable to be seen as a prized Gladys child.

I was pitied. Even though that was intolerable, the treasure I got was like doubting the sanity of a tough seller to see.

Even if I got it from the front with the winning honor, this was too tough to give the respected Arc.

It would be like this mask if the skin on the human face was peeled off and the surface scraped off. A mask of meat is what I said.

Until a few days ago, the treasure trove I was trying to get at all costs is now being thrown down on the desk next to the bed.

Even though the conceded victory alone was humiliating, there was nothing left in Eclair now that I saw the real thing.

My head hurt with cancer. The meal was placed in front of the room, but with little hands on it.

In the last few days Eclair had managed to regain his composure. But the body that lay on the bed is powerless and unwilling to do anything.

The spirit wears off, and there's not even any anger left over for the thousands of changes that I had so much.

I 'm-- what do I do now?

Think with hazy consciousness.

I acted as an emotion and created 200 million debts. Money for the house, but I promise to give it back.

Coming up...... what do we do?

Sell the meat mask you beat at the auction? No, you won't be buying any Chamber of Commerce away. Eclair himself has been a major factor in getting that much price on that one. There is no way I can sell it for more than the amount I bought.

Present to Arc as planned? Impossible. It's not what I won, it just puts me in trouble where I gave you treasure that I don't even know how effective it is.

Throw it away? Even though you struggled so far to get it?

Sell to The Thousand Changes? That's the way to go.

Put in a cross spear and sell it with what look on your face after they give you the win.

Just imagining it made me want to die, and Ecclair slipped even smaller.

Unanswered questions are swirling through my brain.

I change my position in bed and see the mask of meat that was left on the desk.

For Eclair, who is intolerant of excess dirt, it is likely to make him nauseous just to see.

At first, I laughed at the ineffectiveness of the appraiser when I heard that the effect was not appraisable, but when I looked at the real thing, I knew exactly why the appraiser gave it up.

I don't like just touching it. No sane person would be able to wear it.

That much thought led to doubts behind Ecclair's brain.

How could The Thousand Changes have been trying to get this mask?

The first thing I wanted for this was "Thousands of Changes". I even tried to get it to the seller in advance to negotiate, and when I found out about it, the other hunters, the Chamber of Commerce, and Eclair put in the cross spear.

That must be all there is to it.

I heard rumors about the most powerful treasure tool, but I'm not willing to believe it until I see the real thing.

- Do you want the power?

"............ to?

In the dark. To a voice that sounded unexpectedly in his brain, Ecclair rose as if he had been played.

Out of nowhere, the cold air drifts.

It's like a depressed voice. It doesn't sound familiar.

Reach out and take the sword placed like an amulet on the pillow.

Usually the lightly touching sword is heavy. My body is going to take it just to attract it.

- I was watching. I've been watching you. The mourning, the sadness, the anger, and - despair. A soul that shines in rare talents. Flesh is fragile - but let's just say we will endure. You deserve to lower my strength.

"Huh... or the mask... talking?

Impossible. That was tough looking, but it's just a treasure. There's no way the treasure can talk.

While I'm desperate to tell myself, my gaze can't move as if I've been nailed to a mask of meat on my desk.

Pull out the sword in a hurry and lift it. Use your left hand and move your butt before exiting.

I have fought demons and phantoms several times. But the sword was trembling because of the fears of incompetence.

"We don't just talk. The weak. I am the one who advances people. Those who give hope to the fragile. It's convenient with one person - let's just say we fulfill the 'incurred' portion." My Lord ""

"Huh!?

And in the dark, the mask floated wide into space.

No, if it's to be exact, it's not floating. Countless tentacles stretched from left to right lift the body like hands and feet.

Impossible. Treasure equipment must be activated by the owner. Eclair hasn't even touched it.

- That's a dangerous treasure.

The tired look and voice of a young man who previously came to negotiate just before the auction of treasure tools began passes behind his brain.

And the mask of meat gave me a big grin and jumped towards Ecclair.