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

The sun also fell, and when the imperial capital was wrapped in thin darkness, one carriage had stopped in front of the cranhouse.

It is a box-shaped carriage with two horses standing up with no particular prominence.

Evidence that differs from what you own in a clan is not marked with a footprint symbol on the body of the vehicle.

This, at first glance, would not appear to be what The Footprints of Beginning uses.

Eva, who has arranged the carriage, which is not part of the business, turns a gaze on me.

"He said it should not be noticeable..."

"Yeah, yeah, that sounds good"

Exactly. A carriage is something you can't borrow without booking in advance.

A carriage owned by the Explorers Association would be somewhat accommodating, but the carriage in front of you is not of that kind either.

Eva's arms are glowing to make it ready even though it hasn't been a day since I said it out yet.

"It's a rental, so if you break it, it's a payoff. Not a big price......"

"... I won't break it"

"... so how many times have you broken it so far?

In the glasses, Zito's eyes are looking up at this one.

I can't help it, but they don't trust me at all. I said with a small cough. [M]

"I didn't break it. It's broken."

It's not my fault. There was nothing I could do.

I used to think carriages were sturdy. Now I am well aware of its brittleness. If you are attacked by demons or a bunch of phantoms, there will be no wagons or clumps that have consolidated their defenses with metal armor.

Of course, I'm not deliberately doing it or going into a demonic residence, but Hunter was a dangerous job anyway.

Nowadays, I am even denied carriage insurance for hunters. That's weird......

Eva looks at me armed with a treasure trove and says in a clerical tone.

".................. it would be helpful if you could come back as soon as possible"

"Oh, of course I know,"

Maybe Eva didn't hear Liz say all about vacation. That gaze contained no thorny objects.

I'll be home as soon as I can. Yeah, I thought I'd be home as soon as I could. But I didn't say when I was going home. I will return as soon as possible after the "White Sword Gathering" is over.

"When was" The White Sword Gathering "?

"Huh?... same day every year... just three weeks from now"

Three weeks later... that's surprising. This is going to be a long vacation.

We'll have more time just to pick up Luke and the others. It may not be a bad idea to sightsee outside the Imperial City for a long time.

In the end, I couldn't find any members to accompany me in the clan members. With the law in it, the wedding in it, I'm not feeling well, well, there's something wrong with me for calling out suddenly, but the timing was too bad.

However, depending on the number of people, it seems good. Because one carriage is all you need.

In the first place, I haven't even decided where I'm going yet... but I'm really sorry I just hit it off.

"Thank you for waiting, Mr. Klee"

At that time, I saw Citrie coming this way on a small run from across the road.

A deep green robe with a big gray bag on his back. He has a trunk case that looks sturdy in his hand and also looks like it's just a trip outfit at first glance. Kilkill, who I always take with me when I hunt, has a faint impact because I don't have you.

Preparing for the journey - food, potions, tools for gathering information on the treasure hall and for counteracting it is always the role of the citry. Luke and Liz, in particular, forgot what they needed a little bit, so they also undertook the support.

The bag shouldn't be a space-time bag (magic bag) with infinite capacity, but it's a very strange bag with everything you need. Her abilities as a rear guard are just as good and exceptional.

As I narrowed my eyes to nostalgia, Citrie, who had come all the way in front of me, let me look back gently.

"Mr. Klee, I'd like to introduce you. He's a new collaborator."

"... Huh?

Three big men with evil faces looked down at me with glitter and sword swallowing eyes.

I was in my sight, but I never thought I was a Citrie companion. All three of them are bigger than me, with different hair colors and eye colors, but all in all, they look nasty. He has a beard on his skin that burns shallow and black in the day, one has an ancient wound to his cheek, and one has tattooed the majority of his stripped shoulders. The last one had no scratches, no tattoos, but cunning eyes like foxes.

The metal chalkers that are commonly worn around the neck emit different colors.

If you're walking down the road and you run into it, it's a level to avoid. I definitely don't want to ride the same carriage.

The three men didn't say anything when they looked at me. Just a severe sense of silence and intimidation. Eva is also frowning.

Says Citrie as she nicks. What a wonderful thing to be surrounded by three men and smile at.

"Er............ it's Cro, Shilo and Hylo"

"... is that your real name?

"It's like a code name."

Code name...... is it divided by hair color?

I don't know what the connection is, but are you convinced?

The three behind him had a distinctly dissatisfying look at the words. A blue muscle floats on his forehead, making a sound that eats away his teeth. The hand I put down beside me is also shuddering with a smugness. I wonder why you keep quiet.

I'm talking about Citrine. I'm sure there's nothing wrong with that, but I'll check with Citrie whisper just in case.

"Hmmm... are you convinced that collaborators?

"Of course it is. Because they have a loan."

Doesn't look like it. Clos, Shiro, and Hyiro's gaze on us is like pointing at an enemy. I can even feel the intention of killing.

I don't know what I lent you, but you don't look like the kind of person who would follow a fun vacation. Or, if possible, I don't want you to take me.

"Are you taking all three of us?

"Uh... I was going to take you on trial -"

Once again, as Citrine looked back and looked up at the three of them, she slapped her hand like she had come up with a name proposal.

"If any member of Mr. Klee doesn't like it, I will dispose of it. By the time your sister gets here... I thought I'd figure it out."

Disposal is a pretty nasty way of putting it.

I guess the three of them are Citrie's men. To Citrine's words, the expression of the three turns into a flinch, a strong one.

Perhaps he was hired as a job. If that could be a rebellion, there is no choice but to change your complexion.

I have to do some nasty work. Living is hard.

And I'm very sorry to tell you this, but the three of them have too much of anything. Liz and Tino are coming, but the carriage is full.

Citrie had a thin grin.

"Don't hesitate to say it. Don't worry about buying grudges."

"Right......"

With arms together, check the black hair clo. The squeezed flesh looks like a fierce warrior who has crept through numerous battlefields.

For the first time, Crowe raised his voice with a strong expression.

"Ku, it's Kuro. I'm confident in killing."

Killing...... do you have a chance to use that stunt? Well, there seems to be enough escort capability.

Then check the silo with the long gray hair properly tied behind it. Though not as large as chrome, the tattoo in one side of the shoulder is obviously not what the average person puts in.

Siro says in a dry voice.

"Si, it's Siro. It's an honor to meet you like this. Hey, let's do anything."

"Anything?

"Huh... Whatever!

Hmm... well motivated, he said. Does that mean I'll do it with luggage or escort? Is he a nice guy who doesn't look surprisingly good on his face?

The last one - see the hyiro with the gray hair. Hylo has turned his eyes back as if to identify this one.

All three of them only have Citrie's recommendations and they look very strong. But hey. If you think calmly, with Liz and Tino, aren't there enough escorts? Anyway, if you're a clan member, I don't feel comfortable with strangers?

I glanced back at Citrine and smiled halfway.

"I'm sorry, but can we all..."

Citrie opens her eyes wide. On the verge of opening his lips and putting out some words, Shilo and Cro punched Hylo.

It was a blow without hesitation. It sounded awesome as if I had swung down my blunt instrument. Hylo, who was the skinniest of the three, bounces down the road and blows all the way across the street.

An anger flies in front of me frozen in sudden violence. He was relentlessly kicking any blue silo and cro rolling hyiro.

"This! Shit! For once! I promised you I'd keep you company! Death!"

"Apologize! To Citrie.................., apologize! You've been instrumental in shit, too. Eh! Pride, jerk off! Ahhh!?

With a slapped skull, the pavement enters, and the blood splashes. But Citrie hasn't changed one complexion.

Eva is blue. I feel like I'm having nightmares.

I couldn't even stop it, and in front of me, I didn't know what to do, Citrine put her hand on my cheek and said with a troubled look.

"I did think there should be about one showing off, but not all three of them, I don't know..."

"Just... just kidding. Just kidding."

Oh, it's a joke. Fine, you can follow me. All I have to do is put up with it. I should have put up with it.

Citrie strokes his chest down relieved and says, looking at the highiro being beaten unilaterally.

"Huh...? What, was it just a joke? Great............... Actually, I'm still on my way. Forgive me for being a little loud because I will persuade you to do everything possible"

"Yeah, right..."

Are you sure you're all right?

Seeing the citrie that is broken between them, I have intense questions, but I am forced to shake my head and forget.

There's nothing I can do about it. [M]

"Apologize to Mr. Klee if you want to apologize, not me! If it's your attitude now, it's better not to be there!

The sun is already setting, but there are quite a few people around. Now I'm spying on far-flung winds, but as it is, the Knights may be called.

Laughing at Eva as she hears Citrine's sharp reprimand on her back.

"... it's a fun, fun vacation."

".................. ha.... Enjoy yourself."

Apparently Eva can't even just hang out with me.

I want to stay home all the time.

A noisy voice enters my ear, breaking my heart.

"Hey! Forgive me, sister! I don't have a face to match!

"Fine! I'm telling you to come! Forever recessed - I can't believe the tee is a mess! Klee knows exactly what you're doing! It's okay. You're wearing it!?

Watching Liz walk in screaming Tino, I silently went into the carriage, decided not to see anything and held my knee.

I want to go home now......

§ § §

I had to open up the situation somehow. The position of the Fog Thunder Dragon (Fallen Mist) in Zebuldia is declining day by day.

It's impossible. Level 7 dragon killer. The title may be changed to 'Hero'.

In fact, Arnold and the others reigned as top hunters in their hometown of Nebulanubes.

All the failures were at the level of this imperial hunter.

I originally expected the level to be high, but still on some line - I thought I could be enough to count as one of the strongest hunters in the Empire.

A high level hunter with mighty combat abilities and bringing wealth back from the treasure hall is what the country wants as much as a hand can hold from its throat. It can even be held by a nobleman, that's level seven.

But now Arnold and the others are in a delicate position.

If you think you made a mourning ghost as soon as you entered the country, you will continue to confront the Wand (Hidun Kharth). That is seen by many hunters and citizens.

No one tries to get into a hunter that causes all the trouble. Whatever the limited number of high level hunters, there are many more level hunters in this country than Arnold.

But above all, the problem is that Arnold and the others have not been able to boast of any power.

'Strength' is the most important factor for hunters. Hunters without power are considered worthless more than hunters who cause all the trouble.

Things were bad. There was a power difference. There's no excuse for that.

To change our current position, we need feats that make us think, 'After all, Misty Thunder Dragon has the equivalent of Level 7'. It also needed to show strength at all costs, not in the past, but as proof of current capabilities.

As it is, it will not only be evaluated by superior hunters and explorers' associations, but also by inferior hunters and the general public. There are limits to even physically silencing them.

The quickest way to do this is to blow a bubble in The Ghost of Mourning, which began the apocalypse of Fog Thunder Dragon.

Misty Thunder Dragon and Mourning Ghost. The difference in power between the parties is clear. Even if you take one average level of members, the Arnolds are vastly inferior to The Mourning Ghost.

But okay. You don't have to win. All you have to do is challenge the battle and show off your martial arts.

That alone will prove that Misty Thunder Dragon is not a hipster. The fact that he has a clear difference in his power works favorably.

And Arnold is confident he can do it. Even if there was a difference in power as a party, I am confident that I have not lost to the members of The Mourning Ghost if I were to say so solely by Arnold's ability to stand alone.

Destroy no one and no two. And if the other person is "The Thousand Changes," there is nothing more.

The name of the Misty Thunder Dragon is called "Hao Thunder Flashing" to the Empire City.

Inn training ground. One of my buddies rushed in under Arnold, waving his love sword as if clearing up the humiliation of the day.

"Mr. Arnold, it's hard! I pinned it in my ear that the folks at Footprints were talking about it - and I hear Thousands of Changes is leaving Imperial Capital today. Whatever, on vacation, you don't know when you're going home."

The only thing that made me so vain during the day, is that it's a vacation!?

Blood rises on his head for a moment, but he kept it rough to leak his breath, and commanded it short.

"............... we're going after him. Make it ready."