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

Dressed in black armor, a group on horseback surrounds the city of Sulphur.

Written on the big, flimsy flag are the three swords that cross - the crest of Count Gladys.

A man in an international splendid armor, crossed by a leading horse, descends to the ground and looks up at the wall.

"This wall... the hell..."

"Very late arrival..."

"!? Who!?

"Who's the first voice, I can't believe it... isn't too disrespectful to whoever did your assignment on your behalf? Well, the vacation's" Follow Me, ""

In the shadow that emerges from the gate, the captain and his men lined up behind him pull out their swords simultaneously.

Citrine raised and lowered her body tremendously to excitement Kilkill beat your arm to forgive and responded with a smile.

From the nostalgia, take out the requisition and release it to the ground. Gladys' crest, and the captain opens his eyes.

"To this extent, we don't even have to cooperate. You're late, so I've already crushed the barrel."

"Cooperate... Are you a member of The Mourning Ghost (Strange Grief)?!?

"Yes, I am Citri Smart, who is a negotiator in The Ghost of Mourning (Strange Grief). Gladys, I'm asking you the brave name of the army."

Pink blonde hair with short cuts swaying in the wind on a calm waist that doesn't look like she's engaged in rough work.

The captain opens his eyes to a calm smile that makes him fall in love. My men, who had laid out their swords, shrugged.

I heard about raising a nomination request with Treasure Hunter. It was a good idea to work with people who were just hunting for treasure in the treasure hall, but the Gladys did not hold personal feelings for their mission.

I didn't know what it was. The hunters should not have even arrived in Gladys territory yet.

It was also a day before information came in that a group like the Barrel Bandits were about to leave Gladys territory.

I don't have time to wait for hunters. It was like being turned into a fox for the men who had come in the forcible army to have the hunters already where they had finally arrived, that they could not stay back while being made virtual.

But the requisition is real. Rudely unleashed on the ground. Picking it up, the captain wonders what to ask, and in the end, he says, distorting his brow.

"... why are you here? I've been waiting for you."

"I ambushed him, and I did. Instruct rather than ambush, but... don't worry. The Barrel Bandits have exhausted the grid. There's no one left."

Impossible. In those words, the leader of the regiment, who was known for his martial arts in Gladys territory, beholds.

The Barrel Bandits' M.O. is discreet and bold. I have repelled the Knights of Gladys, known for their strength, as if to mock them again and again.

In particular, I have been sipped boiled water many times for its caution depth.

When attacking a city, always send an advance team to grasp the power and never challenge an unbeatable opponent to battle. There is no such thing as a home because it is a stray bandit group, and I can't even find a temporary base.

Even if they form a massive crusade and try to raid, they can then escape. He also had the tools to create walls about what kind of moves it was.

It's a really bad bandit group.

It is a presence that roughs up the Gladys territory, which any criminal fears, and scratches its name, the name of the Empire's sword. Not if you're saying knight pride, etc.

Anyway, there's no sign that the city is being looted. I'm pretty sure something happened.

My men are touching the rocky walls surrounding the city and looking at each other. The wall resembled something that held back Gladys' army from time to time when they pursued the Barrel Bandits.

"Is this wall...? There shouldn't have been such a huge wall in this city."

Sulphur is a famous tourist destination in hot springs. It should have equated to no defensive capability.

To the enquiry of the captain, Citrie puts her finger on her lips in wonder.

"I was so careless that I finally had the barrel make it for me. Well, we need reinforcement, but it'll be enough for now. Didn't you know about the foresight of The Thousand Changes?

Of course, I know. But I still can't believe it when I see it.

Not until the ambush. But can you manipulate the situation so far on your own? And how did The Thousand Changes know about the movement of the barrel with little information out there?

My men have a half incredible look on their face. The captain thought the same thing, but when he returned to me immediately, he took off his helm and showed his gratitude.

"............... right. I'll check back later for more information - in the meantime, thanks. So... what about Thousands of Changes?

"Sorry, Mr. Klee is on vacation...... but I keep the legend"

"............ Hmm. What?"

The residence, however, Citrie said with a grin to the captain with a nervous look on his face.

"It's only unexpected that the Gladys won't make it. They really can't use it, he said. Oh, yeah. It's the Bandits, but unlike the previous intel, there were about 300 of them. It's like an error..."

§

The city was noisy about the bandits' onslaught and their sudden frogging.

We leave the response to the late Knights and the instructions for post-processing to Citrie as usual, and finally take the rendezvous Lukes back to the inn.

I'm sorry about Citrie, but as soon as I do, it pisses people off, and I don't know what the situation is, so I can't help it.

It's been a long time since I've seen Luke or Anthem face to face.

We've been childhood friends since before we became hunters, and we've been seeing each other more or less every day, so it's really unusual not to see each other for more than a month.

When he enters the inn room, Luke takes off his creepy mask and says at the aperture.

Flaming crimson eyes as they represented their character.

"Klee! That was soggy this time! The biggest one wasn't a big deal, and what's up? Are you ill, too?

Luke's appearance was as usual. There are no major injuries, and there is little dirt on the outfit. Apparently, the Level 8 Treasure Palace offense is over without a thing.

Still, it sounds terrible. For Luke, is the occupation of the city by the bandits a welcome event?

"No, because this one's a vacation"

"I see... it's not a trial. So here's the thing...... well, just right for a prep movement"

I don't know what convinced you. Yeah, nodding Luke, Liz pointing her lips when she finds her buddy back instead of a hot spring dragon.

"What looks great... Luke. You almost knocked her out, didn't you, Lucia?

"Ah? I'm the biggest knock down, so I'm the MVP, right? By and large, Liz didn't do anything."

"Uh, Luke, maybe you're going to take Lucia's credit? Cool - hey!

Every time Liz and Luke tended to compete for the number of prey they defeated during these massive fights. There is a verse in which they are proud of the number of bodies they have produced.

And it was the usual trend for Lucia, who is more or less outside the mosquito net, to be the winner. Attack magic has a different range of digits...

To Liz's words, Luke comes up with an idea for a moment and immediately screams with a remorseful look.

"............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... Shit, all right, Lucia, you're the MVP this time! Don't be so sure! You can't lose next time!

Suddenly, loudly, Lucia, lying on her tatami, looks up as she breathes roughly.

"Huh... Mr. Luke, shut up. Take the water, Leader."

"Are you okay?"

"... hey, I just used too much power..."

Small, leaking breath, answering. She seems to have a voice, pale complexion, but she won't have a problem. I haven't had any noticeable injuries, etc.

Much deeper than my hair, black eyes on glossy black hair. The thin appearance of the line is very invisible to the hunter.

In fact, Lucia is a little more likely to get sick. It's not that I'm never sick or physically ill or anything, the cause seems to be enormous magic, but it's the usual flow that I make a big deal out of after using magic continuously, such as after hunts.

When Lucia wakes up, she pours water into the glass from the water drain she gave her, and when she moisturizes her throat, she turns a cold eye to this one.

"If you're worried, can you not let Mumble occupy the city or something?

"There was a lot going on. Well, I'm here because, let's find a hot spring and an inn to put in the anthem and soak up and rest."

Though I'm used to it, Nojuku is just pathetic.

Luckily, this is a hot spring. There will also be a bathing area where Anthem can get in.... sucks, you just have to ask Lucia to dig.

"The leader's been resting a long time."

"... Oh yeah... Tino's frogging, but this has the magic to put it back right, right?

"... there's no such thing as magic to put it back, even though you can't just change it... was there magic to put it back in the book the leader gave you?

Tinotoad hears the word in the bottle, blinks his eyes, and jumps up again and again screaming like a hurry.

Pathetically...... no, no, no, I sure didn't have the magic to put it back in the book I wrote, but I'm not even kidding.

Liz giggles, holding up the bottle, but is there no mercy for her?

Lucia should have been close to Tino...

Lucia said to me, coughing small, frozen with a smile on her face.

"But don't worry. There is no magic to put it back... but if you kill it, you will return."

I have no peace of mind at all. Tino's sad squeal echoes.

What am I supposed to do? Do I have to tell Tino's parents that my sister frogged your daughter?

I don't have a face to match.

"It's okay, Tino. I'll take responsibility for it..."

"... I didn't say anything stupid, see!

Lucia lifts her thin arm and squeals her fingers. The bottle with Tino that Liz had suddenly burned up.

The way I see it is the wizard I imagine.

Burning a subject in a finger patch is what I thought was in the first volume of good magic. It's magic made by Lucia in training desperately worried about it for about a month. It's a bitter memory of me laughing and getting punched when I heard that it took me a month.

Abrupt slaughter.

The moment Tino's squeal disappeared into flames, a human Tino appeared to scratch it off. Take Tino with both hands, where Liz suddenly appears.

Keep dressed before you become a frog. On a water colored yukata, a well-tied band. Traces of tears under your eyes.

... That's what it means to go back if you kill him.

Speaking of which, when Tino turned into a frog, the accessories were gone too...... what reason is that?

Tino looked at me, she looked at Lucia, she looked at Luke, she finally understood what had happened, and she put her arm around Liz's neck and hugged her.

"Oh, my sister. Oh, my God! I didn't mean to scare you, I've always thought you were a frog!

Liz hugs Tino hard as she bursts into tears and cries.

"All right, Tee, you, 'cause it's frogging special training until you're no longer a frog later"

"I did. Huh! Please help me! Lucia, my sister. Ah!

"Tee's the same.... All right, Klee! We're going to the hot springs! Look, I brought a floating wheel too!

..................... Well, okay.

Everything gets better for everyone who makes a scene. I finally take a breath of relief in my undone routine.

There was a lot going on, but the vacation is still good. I'm glad we made it this far. We're all safe now, let's just say it's all in full swing.

She smiled softly and completely distracted me. As Lucia remembered, she looked me in the eye and said something terrible.

"Speaking of which, leader. As you may already know - the Empire was making a scene in the battle between the Wand (Hidun Kharth) and the Tower of Akasha. We're on vacation, so we just got away... and they were all calling about the leader. Is it true you burned it?

"... it's a lie. Come on, Lucia will be tired, and let's go in the hot springs and slow down!