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

"Mr. Klee... duh, what do you mean"

"... Huh? Hey, I'm glad you helped me, I'm glad."

Stuff it in the clan master, taking care not to get caught in the eyes around you too much.

Klee Andrich grinned with her hands up as if raising a white flag as well, against Eva, who changed her blood phase and asked quickly.

To that smile, Eva protests with only her gaze. But Klee's just like saying she didn't make a mistake.

Lately (from Ava's point of view) I've been adulterating, but I can say that "Thousands of Changes" - a level 8 demonstration of the main office that puts Eva in trouble.

I guess so. For this man, I guess it's not a mistake. There is no such thing as not knowing the face and name of the Empress of Zebuldia, so there is no way that it is a mistake. And naturally, I don't care how much you get stuck around.

But it was not for Eva, the companion and deputy master of the same clan.

Nothing could be done in Eva. It wasn't even long before I stopped.

If Eclair Gladys hadn't sheltered me, he could have been slapped out.

It's unprecedented to be slapped out before the meeting starts. At the end of the day, I've never even heard of giving the Empress a souvenir.

Again, it's an absolute lie to be nervous.

My gaze was gathering. Eva can't do much to nico in it.

In "The Gathering of the White Sword," it is a tradition from the first time that the Emperor's Son dresses as a maid.

In the first "White Sword Gathering," the Emperor of Time had his own daughter disguised as a servant as part of a test of Hunter's qualities, causing him to be dispersed in that line.

Hunter, Solis Rodin, who was one of the guests, instantly discovered who he was and also thanked the Empress, who, it is said, was deeply impressed by the way he looked.

The story was a famous anecdote in Imperial Capital.

Although nowadays it is half-shaped and the imperial disguise is only a matter of changing the outfit, there exists an implicit understanding there.

The empress is now an empress and at the same time one of the servants. But that doesn't change her being a princess. If you just give me a souvenir, I'm still nothing but disrespectful to 'give a souvenir to a hardworking lady'.

I wonder what you're thinking...... I couldn't see what you were thinking from Klee, who's gazing at the treat lined up next door at the table. You look like you're thinking about delicious rice or something, but you're not thinking about swallowing like that.

The prestigious nobles inexorably approach the Empress and stare at the Thousands of Changes, even sold to a flat fragrance in countless gazes (I probably don't mean to do that to Klee, but it will look that way from around). Naturally, the influence had even spilled over to Eva, who stood next door.

Besides, Eva knows. That the handed souvenir is not a dragon egg, but just a hot spring egg under the trade name 'hot spring dragon egg'.

I don't know what that means, though.

"Now, Mr. Klee... I feel heavy loads on me"

"I don't care if they say that... Look, I think maybe most people who approach me are for eva purposes..."

To a whispering cry he accidentally whispered, the clanmaster made his eyebrows into the letter (c).

There's no way. The position of Deputy Clanmaster of Beginning Footprints usually makes a lot of sense, but this is where the famous White Sword Gathering takes place. Eva's status would be the lowest among those present, and most importantly, she has a clanmaster.

If things go wrong here, I'm not just sorry for how much of the clan continues to develop with the momentum of the bamboo.

All this time, I was hoping you'd follow me to the party. Eva, who is also not a hunter, had an extraordinary difficulty crossing with the merchants and other clans of Haiqian Mountain Thousand by herself.

But when I'm actually accompanied like this... maybe I'm glad you haven't followed me before.

What its eyes were looking at, thought was too different from what Eva was looking at.

Think of it, since I first came to invite Eva when I made the clan, the deeds of this clanmaster have been only audacious anyway.

Klee approaches Eclair, who earlier put the place away well. And talk familiarly as if you've met an old friend.

"Hey, thanks for earlier. Look, I'm... impolite. Oh, I guess I should use a salute."

"Hih............ yes, no. In the matter of the auction, I owe you one. There's something about the barrel."

"No, I didn't do anything about that... see, it's with me at the auction"

"Ugh, um..."

Eclair Gladys, who was known for hating hunters and winning, was completely frightened. The gap is huge because Klee is nicotine.

Eva's entourage has always had verses where she thought anything would work if she was nicotine.

"Hey, Master Eclair. I know what Ecclair is after."

"... Huh?

"Actually, I'm bringing it in. This is what Lady Ecclair wanted, isn't it?

"Hih!?

Cry lurks his voice and tries to show him something from his nostalgia.

The change in expression was evident. Eclair's expression pales in an instant and his throat cramps with a sore throat. Fluffy and retreat after a few steps.

Eva rushed into the stop.

All I'm here for is nobility. If they look at this diagram, they don't know what to look at.

Admittedly, threats are also useful on top of negotiations at times, but it's not something to do to kids who aren't even old yet.

"Mr. Klee, it's too much of anything"

"Uh... I didn't do anything................ you don't want it?

Klee with a strange face.

Every time she sees a look that she can't help but lose her mind, Eva is reminded that she still doesn't have enough power.

"I don't want it, I don't want it! Whatever you want! Wow, I'm busy, don't bother anymore! Don't make a scene!

"Ah....................."

Speaking forcefully of the most important things, Ecclair leaves early enough.

The companion, who dropped it off with the missing face between them, looked at Eva and said as if she was in trouble.

"I'm not gonna make a scene. Hey, Eva?

".................. right"

The face of the nobility, the face of each specially invited institution, wonders how the great merchants will strike a conspicuous newcomer called The Thousand Changes.

Feeling countless gazes, Eva stretched her spine.

I'm getting a sense of purpose.

I... have to do something. Mr. Klee needs to be seated before he can make enemies in all directions.

And, at that time, the bell rang in good time.

The hustle and bustle subside. "Gathering" begins.

In silence, gaze gathers at the entrance.

Gently tap Klee's arm, which was gazing all over as he turned his eyes black and white, causing him to gaze at the entrance.

It was a magnificent man in a long dark costume who came in in in grandeur from within a wide open door.

Blonde blue-eyed. He should be nearly fifty years old, but his gaze is sharp and doesn't make him feel old from his figure.

The outfit is simple, never a poor minister, but there are few types of decorations. Most importantly, that head had no crown. But its standing is prestigious, and I see an irrepressible hegemony, no matter what outfit you're wearing.

Fifteenth Emperor Zebuldia.

Radrick Atorum Zebuldia.

He is the one who anticipated the arrival of this treasure hunter's peak season earlier than anyone else and further prospered in the Zebuldia Empire.

The outfit is simple, no crown, no escort. It is also a tradition that has been passed down pulsatingly.

But on its waist lay the treasure sword, a testament to the present Emperor Zebuldia.

(Except for neighboring clanmasters) In the face of trying to kneel simultaneously, Emperor Radrick told Eagle Deep.

"Good. Easy. Well done tonight. You've gathered for my pleasure. All those gathered here are friends who prosper in Zebuldia. Don't be tough tonight... have fun."

"You're more of a person than I thought."

The drink rises. Eva unexpectedly eats her elbows gently at the clanmaster, who hides behind it and whispers something absurd.

And the battlefield of "Should" opened with no swords or magic flying.

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'Okay, Mr. Klee. I don't know where you're serious and where you're acting from, but if you're in trouble or lost, ask me everything. Worst case scenario, you can swing it all at me. Do you mind?

I knew Eva was glad to bring her. Too heartbreaking.This is not how it works in Citrie, which has a similar role.

The liquor served at the 'gathering' was very tasty. So is the luxury, and it's great that it's free, but the most amazing thing is that it's not for hunters, so it's less frequent.

Respond to old men who come like straw bugs or something with a glass of wine in one hand.

Is it not intimidating enough as a hunter? Many of them come by the other hunters, but the number of those who came here was not that ratio. I found Ark because of it, but I shouldn't even see him.

Most of them are people who don't know their faces, their names or their positions. I'm sure you're the great man in the empire, so it would be a great place to try to make connections, but unfortunately I have no interest whatsoever.

I wasn't sure what the words were either. I'm not sure about the circumstances of the empire these days, and I don't know if they give me current affairs. He won't even establish a catch ball for communication because he won't say it in the end.

But I have the skills to escape reality. And some Eva knows all about me.

I don't know what kind of nobility or merchant I am. I tell my old man laughing frankly. Yeah, yeah, you can just say you are, these guys.

"I'm in charge of all this right-hand Eva about the area, including the clan relationship. Actually, I pulled it out of the Wells Chamber of Commerce by grounding it. What am I talking about? I'm smart."

"Oh my God... that famous" Thousands of Changes "put the groundhound down!?

Besides, I have a lot of non-slip stuff that doesn't help.

Have you talked to about ten people? Evaneta is out of line. Apparently, they're all intrigued by the beauty I have next door.

The Wells Chamber of Commerce is one of the great chambers of commerce in Zebuldia. It's a big name. There will be many of those involved in this meeting as well.

Well, to be precise, I didn't ask you to give Eva away, but it was Eva who was the only one who was at reception at the time who sat down and managed to give it away, and I see my eyes. I told you. I did say. [M] I said that the receptionist would be fine.

The old man cuts off something too difficult to talk about, opens his eyes and looks at Eva. Eva let her eyes swim as she turned her face bright blue.

"Yes... yes, well... Mr. Klee, please don't do this anymore"

"It is no exaggeration to say that she is also responsible for my success now. Thus, do you say that you have been brought, or have been followed, to this place of origin? Both public and private are left to take care of. Oh, I'll never give it to you."

Thanks to the delicious wine, the tongue also turns. It's just a conversation, and I don't have time to get my hands on cooking, so I'm drunk too.

Where was the old man in front of you, by the way?

"Oh, don't get me wrong. I'm not a mistress or anything... so I'm more like a mistress."

Stepped on his feet, breathtaking by accident.

"... excuse me. A little... Klee seems to be getting drunk."

A great man opens his eyes slightly to the kind of voice that pushed Eva's emotions to death.

This voice... is the voice when you're angry. I was going to set up Eva to make it easier in the future.

"... oh, excuse me, just... just kidding. Damn it, Eva's the only one who can do me any damage. Even the treasure palace has never been wounded..."

"............... is that a joke too?

"This is no joke."

I rub my useless junction finger (Safe Ring) and frown. He breaks the grin of whomever the great man has been sticking with, and he gives me and Eva a confused look.

Citrine, wearing the black dress I saw the other day, passed right next to me.

"!? Well, why would Mr. Citrie..."

"... I don't know."

Maybe they're all here... security should be tight but how...

Brown arms stretched out from under the table in front of my eyes where anxiety was pressing. I'm gonna stick my legs together, so I'm gonna give you a near-drinking glass of wine, and I'm gonna pull you in. I can't seem to see him hiding in a tablecloth in good shape.

Eva is staring open. I smiled and decided not to see it with all my might. [M]

Liz doesn't have permission, I'm sure.