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

In the tranquil air, I get a report from your people that they saw the next town.

I was concerned about the potion Citrine threw, but I seemed too worried.

Originally, my hunch is rarely right. [M] Sometimes I've been unlucky and in various eyes, but the roots are cautious.

Get yourself away from Liz, who was holding onto you perfectly, and get your head out the window to see who's in town.

The town of Zebuldia is developing overall. This time the destination is also a town surrounded by a proper thick outer wall with considerable defensive capabilities. Smaller than the Imperial Capital, but I'm not particularly fond of the metropolis.

It was in my eyes that I peered excitedly, unworthy of my age - a town with a more ambient atmosphere than I expected.

Outside the splendid cocoa-coloured outer walls, an unusual number of soldiers patrol in a far-sighted fashion, and many more can be seen of the wizards in their robes. At the top of the outer wall were many soldiers on watch, with flags with vertical lines hanging on the red fields that meant vigilance.

It doesn't seem like that much of a problem is going on because we're not restricting access to the city, but the number of carriages leaving the city is clearly higher than the number of carriages going in.

Citrie heads out from behind me in silence and circles her eyes.

"Oh. Sounds like something is happening... a vertical flag on the red - sounds like a demonic problem"

"Huh? What? Sucks?"

Listening to Citrine's voice, Liz, with a cheerful head on my back, says in a boring voice when she sees the flag.

"What, it's just a red flag? It doesn't seem like it's strict, it's boring."

I'm... too used to cases. Indeed, in our adventure, we did not remember the turn of the red flag.

Flag standards are somewhat uniform within and outside the city. Within the Empire, of course, I have seen it in foreign countries, and in rare patterns, in small villages. In towns where demonic habitats are close, it is a little bit of a rise, and in this case it is not surprising that they are up because there seems to be a forest nearby.

In my experience, if the demonic red flag was raised, the chances of it fitting the troublesome eye are roughly 50%, and the only thing that really sucks is about 20% of it. I've rarely left the capital lately, so I may be blunt, but I've never crossed the line without getting involved.

"We... went by. I couldn't predict the time it would take to attack the [Castle of All Demons (Night Palace)]..."

"We were in a halfway position to take a break. Hey. I wasn't tired."

"Yes..."

You read the tour, the carriage makes a noise and stops.

Tino was the only one who raised his anxious voice. It is the strongest formation that feels comfortable with Citrine and Liz, while at the same time being able to empathize with Tino's feelings.

When I put my arms together, I thought seriously for the first time in a long time.

This time the situation is different from Elan's one time ago. I can't predict a thunderbolt attack, but I know something is going on this time (whatever the details are).

If you don't need replenishment right now, you don't need to comply with the schedule either. The usual me would choose to avoid it without thinking about it. Liz and Luke are the only ones going into danger enough.

……

But, but...

It's supposed to be an avoidance... Gras is a famous town for chocolate. From me, the hidden sweetheart, there is too little to avoid. [M]

The chocolate itself is famous, so it's also available in Teito, but the manager of the destination western confectionery store said. They have a store in Gras that serves a special chocolate parfait. You can't eat this without going into town.

I got lost. Take safety or take sweetness.

Experience suggests that with that level of vigilance, it's likely not a big deal. At least there would be more fuss if lightning sperm came out.

...... I'd love some sweet food.

"............ what's wrong, eh?

Watch Tino grow up like a small animal all the time on her journey with two sisters.

I'm not just concerned. [M] I'm a hidden sweetheart, but most importantly, I want to feed this healthy, hard-working junior a swinging chocolate parfait, that's what I think. Liz and Citrie don't like sweet things, but sometimes that would be nice.

I stick my cheeks and squeal.

"... I'd like to feed Tino something delicious."

"Huh!? Yep!? wah, is that me!? Yes."

"Klee, do it. But I'm upset, so I'm gonna put my arm up 2,000 times later."

The problem is that you are likely to be asked to cooperate in resolving the situation when entering town.

You'll need to submit your ID when you're in town. In the case of hunters, the ID card states the level of certification - well, it's true that that level also plays a role in credibility, but if a declaration of this kind of state of emergency was issued, it would be called out.

High level is inherently a competent testament, and I'm not in a position to complain because I favor high level hunters in the Empire, but I was inwardly open to that fact.

All I have to do is refuse the request for cooperation, but I always get the wings to strike with my hands due to my "Footprints" and "Mourning Ghost" and above all my own ease of flushing. Shake it to Tino.

"Hmm. It's a vacation and..."

I wonder if I can handle it. I was wondering if Citrie could help me.

The relying citrie pounded her hand at me, sighing at her without turning her gaze.

He lurks his voice and whispers in his ear.

"Mr. Klee, this may be a tip-off story - you want to go into town without people knowing who you are, right? I have - I have a two-way proposal. Which do you prefer to change others or yourself?

"Uh, you can just sneak in over the wall. Me, it's good!

Change others or yourself... what are you going to do?

Citrie is waiting for a reply as she grins. It was always my job to make decisions.

I nodded loudly as I stroked Liz's bad head, which was blowing up.

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"Hey, I'm selling this stuff somewhere...?

"With money and connections..."

To my inquiry, Citrie says with great pleasure.

Citrine's strategy was to use a different ID. Apparently, I have prepared it for a long time, and my new ID even came with a photo, which smelled like an obvious crime. It's not just for me, Liz, and Citrine, but for Tino's sake, so I'm too ready.

The name and date of birth are bullshit and it doesn't even say the certification level. I flip over a few times and stare, but it just seemed real.

Sometimes when you're a hunter, you're driven by the need to do something against the law in pursuing criminals.

For better or worse, I'm doing my job rough. I don't think that just doing the right thing with me is going to make it all work.

Whatever you kill, it would be acceptable if you were in another capacity or so. In case you find out, there is an atmosphere that seems to forgive me just at the tip of my mouth.

They just don't have the I.D. for the threesome they hired, so they decided to take a different action. Get off the carriage and walk to the gate.

Outside the Gate of Gras, it was noisy as if they were assuming a demonic raid. The Magic Instructors reinforce the outer walls and portray the installed magic formations that Lucia also occasionally uses on the ground.

The order of review comes. I was just a little anxious to get through properly, but Citrie's ID looked real (or real), and the vetting soldier just checked my ID and let me through without any sign of particular suspicion.

There's no sign that I realize I'm level eight. He said he had been hiding his face as much as possible.

"That flag...... something happened?

After me, a less hunter-like citrie asks the soldier of a man in a natural stream.

I love the lack of that kind of gap.

Answer without even trying to hide the attitude that the soldiers seem to stink.

".................. oh. There's a herd of oaks living in an abandoned village nearby - a fort was built according to a hunter who recently went nearby. There's definitely a leader of the superior species who's been preparing for an interception just in case for days."

An oak is a kind of subrace, well, in brief, a man-shaped pig-like demon. A monster with the same wisdom as a goblin, far beyond a human being, and thick fur. Besides the nature of creating massive herds, he said, sometimes even producing huge kingdoms at worst.

That would be the pattern in which this town is on alert.

Most importantly, in demons, strength was no big deal, and hunters of levels 2 to 3 were demons that could hunt without labor. A protruding individual born rarely - not so powerful a demon about the superior species either. I can't take him down. [M]

"Oh, is that... is that okay?

Confirm with a slight fright on the face of Citrine. The soldier laughed to reassure me when the act came in.

"We are calling for reinforcements to eliminate them from nearby towns. There are some thin people out of town, but it won't be a problem as long as you guys are in town. Have a good trip."

Dropped off and safely into the town of Gras. Sometimes in the midst of flagging, there was a tingling tension characteristic of the war all over town.

I am also appalled by the tension that an armed hunter can confirm whether he has been summoned or not.

On the other hand, I was just a little relieved to find out what caused it.

Oak fort...... still didn't seem like a big deal. A flock of people gathered and a large number of top individuals mixed together is certainly a threat, but it feels depressing when compared to Elan's top spirits.

Well, for the average citizen, an oak that strikes me as instinctive may be more scary than a casual thunderous elf, and from what I can tell, I'm the opponent of neither, but the period of fear of it was over a long time ago.

I don't remember a bunch of orcs or how many fights I fought. Mostly they show up in the herd. It also pisses me off because it only strikes when this one is exhausted.

I heard the name of the orc. Liz seems a little grumpy, too.

"Uh, it's boring. I was hoping... orcs and all that... I'm not a butcher."

"With Lucia, I can burn it off all at once."

Originally, the widespread annihilation was the eighteenth of the Mages. No matter how many demons you have as much as an oak, it's not the number of objects.

The only thing is Tino, who doesn't seem to have any experience fighting a herd of oaks, looks around for a moment and asks terribly.

"Your sister... how many herds have you defeated?

"I don't know. Luke and I were competing on how many bodies we could take down, but I got in trouble counting them from the middle of nowhere."

I don't know which fight you're talking about, but they come out just enough to sweep and throw it away. At first, I still wondered if Lucia would die when she was drunk by the waves of oak before she learned the magic of a massive attack.

It is a battle that knows the horrors of numbers. They're as fertile as goblins are. It is also why Lucia has mastered range magic in a few flights.

Not at all, which is why Tino shudders himself small, to Liz's words, which are genuine.

"That's... that's horrible..."

"Well, I'm not fighting this time,"

"Huh...? Aren't you going to fight?

Tino rounds his eyes. I was going to show you my stance in the first town, but you weren't trusted yet... what do you think I went into town on purpose using another ID for?

In case you find out you're a hunter who doesn't want to work. Lurk your voice so you can't hear it around you.

"It's okay, other strong hunters will take us down on our behalf. I might ask Liz or Citrie if I can't do anything about it, but maybe you'll be okay."

With the interception system in place, it would be nothing to the extent of a herd of oaks. It's a vacation this time, let's just think about sweetness.

When I comforted Tino, I stretched out my spine and breathed in some sweet smell of town air.

Come on, let's go eat at the chocolate parfait too.