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

The flames are rising, making a good noise of bombardment and economy rather than pussy.

At night the sky was bright with a big moon, but the lake was as bright as day.

Simple campfires based on firewood (picked up by the escorts) continue to burn steadily, even with strong winds, as Citrie poured potions into them.

The placement is arranged to shape a smile, as suggested by Citrie, which you can't tell from nearby, but would be very noticeable if you looked down from the top of the Garest Mountains.

It's already nocturnal demon activity time, but there was no sign of the demons showing up. Probably because Liz stuck it out for dinner and went after the big guy.

I hear our wild kids were top notch, even thrown into the ecosystem near this lake.

A short distance from the campfire was a place where Liz's hunted big men were all rolling, sometimes splashed with blood drained, making it an unusual space.

The citrie brings the edible parts in cut because of it, but it's obviously not the amount you can eat up with this number of people, and there's too much meat.

Of all the campfires I've ever experienced, it was a smashing, 'bizarre' campfire.

The number and placement that can be described as excessive in this small party to a flame that will never run out of signs. A pot that is simmered in a dripping chunk of blood stabbed and broiled on a skewer, making a noise.

And most importantly, Mr. Crowe and his tense expressions Tino, sitting on the ground in blue exhaustion, were clapping at a different atmosphere.

It may also look like they are performing a strange ritual if the viewer sees it. It's also a monstrous feast (Sabato) that can't be seen on the surface.

Of course, the reality is a fun fun campfire, but when the three of us are exhausted and Tino is nervous, even just me can't enjoy it.

Only Citrine and Liz were natural as usual. Citrie is flat out cooking at the campfire, and Liz is playing at the lake at night.

"I don't know, Mr. Klee. It's just...! It definitely looks like it's creeping from the top of the mountain."

Citrie brags somewhere about her chest and shows her campfire.

I don't hate that kind of playfulness either, but I was worried about something else now. It is about the three escorts who were forced to pick up massive amounts of firewood to build a lot of campfire and are still dying.

Both Mr. Crowe and Mr. Shiro are obviously not amateurs, but they were just as tight at collecting firewood immediately after the forcible army (by the way, some kids were hunting fine, but don't take that as normal).

All three of them are dying now. If I had noticed, I would have stopped, but while I was watching Tino and the others bathing in the water, Citrine gave me instructions, and by the time my consciousness was away from the two people bathing in the water fussing, things were already over.

It's good to find pleasure in small things. Even I may want to build a smile campfire in some cases.

But I try not to cause trouble around you as a precondition. [M] Even if Citrie's instructions were a natural right as an employer - it's too impersonal to use the tired crocodiles for fun reasons.

He's cooking crocodile skewers for me while Citrine nicks. [M] No offense at all, looks like a fun look from the bottom of my heart.

When I sighed small, I dived my voice in a depressing mood and advanced.

"Citrie, it's Mr. Crowe and the others... aren't you overcrowded?

"Huh? Really...?

Citrie opens her eyes.

I knew from the beginning that she was malicious and not using Mr. Crowe and the others.

Perhaps the situation of Mr. Crowe and the others does not appear to be pressing in Citrine.

In retrospect now, our adventures have always been life-threatening. Compared to that, you think it's nothing like picking up firewood after a death fight. The hunter's overdoing makes his head hunter.

I haven't been with you in a long time. It's a short period of time, but I'm sure I'll send it back to the original commonsense Citrie.

Tell me like Citrine's in trouble.

"But... they... the... criminals, though?

That was an unexpected word.

Criminals... Criminals, is it? If you ask me that, Mr. Crowe and the others are obviously not ordinary people because of their appearance. Hunters have a lot of criminal-looking people, so I didn't assume that pattern at all.

But then why are you hiring criminals? Maybe he's getting a request from the state as part of a reorganization or something? I can't say anything because I'm not familiar with Citrie's connections.

Was it part of your prison work that you were torturing Mr. Crowe and the others? And I think it's a terrible response... and on the contrary, it's a problem for me to pinch my mouth.

When I wrinkled around my forehead, I laughed as if Citrine were going to tell me I wasn't worried.

"But if that's what Mr. Klee says... let's not make it worse"

"... Huh? Wasn't that punishment?

Is that the kind of thing I can change in my life?

"Of course, in a sense, it can be called punishment. But... in the last few days, I've learned more or less about their performance."

It's not enough to replace the parts, and it doesn't seem as stubborn, tilting his neck with a smile like Citrine lit up.

... I don't know, but in the last few days, I've figured out their dedication, so I guess the punishment is over?

Maybe it's not that serious a sin. He seemed to have listened properly to Citrie on the road as well...

"Right...... if it comes to releasing you, is it bad?

Know that you are a criminal, sit back, but keep up with your first intentions and confirm.

Anyway, I've been targeted by scattered criminals. [M] All sinners think that there should be no one left to hit jail, but if you look at the hardships of the cros on the road so far, you also have pity. As long as it's a misdemeanor, I feel like I can forgive you already.

Needless to say, I'm not in that position to forgive or not forgive...

Citrine made an inventive look for a moment, but the next moment, when she took something out of her pocket, she grabbed my hand.

"No... it's not a big sin, and I was wondering if I could set Mr. Klee free. They will also thank Mr. Klee deeply."

Hold my hand for plenty of seconds and let go gently. What was left in my hand was a small gold key.

I don't see how you're lying to Citrine's expression. It's a warm-hearted smile I've seen so many times.

"It's the key to their collar. If the collar comes off, Mr. Crowe and the others are free."

That's a lot easier...... putting the key in the knob light.

But criminals, huh? Hmmm............... I just want to let you go as soon as I can, given the exhaustion of Mr. Crowe and the others - criminals, huh?

Well, now that we're free, we may not be able to get to town with the exhausted cros. No matter how many sins you've committed, it's too bad to throw these demons out where they live. Still... I have time to think.

"... we have to anticipate the timing."

Citrine makes my eyes sparkle and snort frequently at my words.

Maybe Citrine was thinking the same thing without me pointing it out? Or couldn't you let Mr. Crowe go because I wouldn't tell you how long?

Both Citrine and Liz (or everyone around me is like that) have too much respect for my opinion as a decorative leader. It's not an impossible story.

"Anyway, I'm in charge of Mr. Crowe and the others. I think I'll give him a break because he seems a little tired. Isn't that nice?

"Okay. I'll tell your sister that I left Mr. Kro and the others with Mr. Kray."

When Citrie dyed her cheeks, she replied with a more feverish voice than usual.

Well, what should I tell the Kro and the others...

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If this is the case, it's better to be captured as a criminal (red) hunter.

That was the common perception of the three cros today.

The moment I was shackled, there was anger. When I found out I would be taken in your place on vacation, if there was a gap, I was thinking of releasing the collar and rebelling. But all we have now is deep despair and a renunciation.

Shilo, Cro and Hylo have both lived against hunters and knights for a long time as Red hunters. Not once or twice. I don't remember the number of people who killed him, and he used to crack his head laughing at those who cried out for forgiveness.

But from that standpoint, the notorious Ghost of Mourning in the Imperial Capital was insane.

I don't have the strength to resist anymore. It's a different kind of training ground. Now we can understand why we were easily captured.

Hylo was suddenly plunged off the carriage, and only then did he get so hung up that he looked ten years old. Though better than that about Shiro and Cro - it's already a physical and psychological limit in our response to the constantly attacking demons. The sword is painted on blood and fat, it's losing its cleavage and turning it into just a blunt instrument, the coat it was wearing is softly wet in blood, and you probably won't be able to remove its smell and color if you wash it.

The next time you find yourself in a similar situation, someone definitely dies. No - it's not strange if all three of them are dead.

And even if Crowe and the three of them die, this carriage will go ahead as if nothing happened. I was so sure. That's sexually horrible for some reason.

I knew The Thousand Changes was a Level 8 hunter, solving numerous serious cases.

The 'vacation' involving the Clos was Shura's journey through powerful demons and trouble, as if to back it up.

Thunder Elf. Tons of oaks gathered enough to build a fort. The worst monster to strike that demon indiscriminately - 'The Lost Giant Ghost' - on the road in the Garest Mountains, where an unusual number of demons have apparently struck. Even if you take one of them, if it's the usual cros, it's a project where you choose to escape.

But Thousands of Changes, and Shadows, the same party members, cut it off as a vacation.

Sometimes he avoided trouble, sometimes pushed it against other hunters, and sometimes forced it through. He laughed and thrust down the path that Crowe and the others had cut open ready to die, trying not to even hesitate to turn the highway he had used until then.

From that behavior, Crowe was feeling strongly 'accustomed'.

The Shadows are used to this training ground. No, I'm probably going through more situations than that.

So laugh, so don't stop. The level of certification for Shadow Out should have been 6, but it was clear that the experience and strength would not fit into that figure.

There's no way we're enemies. Power, experience and even readiness and malice are unimaginably isolated from their appearance.

No matter how many times I imagine it, I can't get an image of the enemy. There is no way out of this despair. The only light is to end it with death.

But will that woman, who always smiles and sees no more pieces of guilt than the crocodiles, who put a collar on the crocodiles, allow such salvation?

Hold your knees and bump and rumble as if fleeing reality. At that time, a voice was heard from behind Hufukuro.

"Uh... are you okay?

"Huh!?

The hazy consciousness awakens at once, screaming unexpectedly small. Neither Shilo, who had fallen like he had died until then, nor Hylo, who did not know if he was awake, jumps up as if he had been called to death.

Voice without power. A voice without majesty. This voice, it's the scariest.

Klee Andrich. "Thousands of Changes". As the leader of The Mourning Ghost (Strange Grief), a man whose Shadows and Worst Sucks fully obey.

He is also the only man who did not see that strength during his vacation journey.

I don't see strength from the looks of it. It may be said that the flesh is poor and almost untrained as a hunter, nor is it haunted by the hegemony characteristic of those who have absorbed large quantities of Mana Materials.

I don't have a weapon, and I can only see a gap from that position. If I had seen it in town, I would have refused to be just an ordinary citizen who hasn't made rough things work.

But that's why it's horrible.

Its black eyes are deep and serene, and it does not raise its voice of anger like Shadows, nor does it smile every time it happens like Worst.

On the road, I've been watching. I was observing.

Nothing in particular to do. Consider your companions, never pop up in front of a bunch of demons, and there are no noticeable behavioral or emotional changes. Such an ordinary man.

But it was definitely the man who set the destination for this vacation.

"Shadow Out" and "Worst of all" are the man's mistresses. The expression directed at me was lustrous, and I saw a mood to be hated by the verses of action.

I remember being disposed of before I first did anything. It's those two best friends, and I can't even think about what happens if I defy them.

It won't end easily or anything.

"Hey, what is it... Dear" Thousands of Changes "

Before I left. Hylo crawls in front of me, who had such a transgressive attitude.

With that said, it was also this man who advanced to help Hylo when he was dropped. But it's not gratitude, it's strong fear that comes from Hylo's actions right now.

I know how you feel. What really scares me is not the kind of person who immediately explodes anger emotions.

Clo mimics the hyiro too, lowering his head just a little in the same way. To escape that consciousness at all. You don't have to look into those eyes - so you don't have to.

"... you don't have to behave like that - I'll just go straight to it. I've decided to free the Crocs. [M] I have permission from Citrine."

Give head to unexpected words. Both Shilo and Hyiro are looking up at "Thousands of Changes" with their eyes open.

Liberation? Now this guy... did he tell you he was going to liberate me?

"Thousands of Changes" moved his eyebrows for a moment and narrowed his eyes. I have a small key in my hand. It's the key to the collar that binds the Clos.

There were gaps everywhere. From the position of the highway, you'll be able to rob it during one breath. But Hyiro doesn't even try to move.

"Of course, I'm not letting you go right now. It's dangerous here - I heard, Mr. Crowe and the others... sounds like criminals. You can't atone for your sins if you're released so easily, can you?

Which mouth is saying... Swallow the words you tried to put out by accident.

Sure, Crowe and the others are criminals. I can't count the imperial laws, and if sin all comes to light, I'm just not sorry.

But obviously Liz and Citrie are going on top of it.

So, Thousands of Changes gave me a slight grin. It doesn't look very acting - a natural smile. Lift up the little key and shake it in front of you as if to show off.

"But I know. Your sins are no big deal. Over the past few days, Mr. Crowe and the others have closely followed Citrie's instructions. I think Mr. Crowe and the others have paid enough. [M] If you've grown up to a safe place - take that collar off and let it go."

It's too good a word for people to capture on the surface alone. But from Cro's position, I could see Shiro's cheeks stretched to fear.

Crowe and the others are criminal (red) hunters. He is a hunter who has sinned of all sins and lived the eyes of the law all the time. Even Crowe and the others have a sense of serious sin. That's - I'll say it's not a big deal.

I wave like Thousands of Changes panicked about how I received Clos' silence.

"Oh, I hope you don't misunderstand. From here on out, I'm not going to let Mr. Crowe and the others fight like before. It's relatively safe from here on out, and the Kro and the others will be tired... so I don't want you in a hurry, so I want you to relax. Well, I think your people need to do it... because it's a vacation. Okay?"

Vacation. Unexpectedly trembles in abominable words.

Sweet words. It's a word that openly stirs hope. But we don't have a better choice than Crowe and the others. Just snort like a loyal soldier.

Both Shilo and Hyiro snort in silence. Cro imitates that, too.

"Thousands of Changes" sees the look on Clos' face and pulls out his shoulder strength as if he was relieved.

As if I had anticipated it - my sight stained white on the pretense and a roar rang in the distance.