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

"Mr. Klee...... what are you going to do with that?

"You've always wanted to follow me everywhere."

"!? Well, that's not the problem, and I don't think it's the other way around"

That being said, I can't help but follow you. I didn't instruct you to follow me, and Liz isn't a kid, so I'll do something about it myself. All I can do... is give you a rescue boat if you find me.

I'll make sure the other members aren't here just in case, but I don't see any shadows of my people outside of Citrie. The anthem is huge and conspicuous at any rate, well, it's not like there's any way to get smaller, but it still doesn't change the way it looks with one eye, so I wouldn't come to the party. Looks like Lucia's not here either. Even I wouldn't misread my sister's face. [M]

Oh, Mr. Gark, you're here. As always, I don't look good in a suit......

Eva doesn't seem to mind, but my nervousness was fading slightly.

His Majesty the Emperor seems very popular. To the aristocrats, surrounded by hunters, there is no sign of gazing this way.

I guess most people are socializing for a purpose, most people don't have their hands on it, but the table is lined with narrow and luxurious looking dishes. Time is going to pass just because you're eating and drinking.

Eva whispers to me when she realizes that I am turning my gaze to His Majesty the Emperor.

"When do you go to greet His Majesty?

"Huh? I'm not going."

"!? No, you can't! What are you thinking!?

Well... he doesn't want to go. I don't want you to remember your face or your name, and the notoriety that Luke and Liz have spread over the last five years must be in your ears. If I have to say hello in turn, I will, but if I don't have to, I want to sneak home. And it is an atmosphere that seems to manage if we remain silent.

"Listen carefully, Eva. Look at the fancy dishes and desserts on the table."

"? Huh... you're in line"

Thanks to the response to the old men dropping by straw, alcohol is not on hand for cooking or dessert, even if it is drinkable.

"I'm going to dominate all the food and alcohol."

Why is that?

"Well... because I want to. You're nervous and you're not extra hungry, but you care?

"... absolutely, you're not nervous, are you?

I am. No one would be like that to stop by a cook-eating human being.

I have a gaze with Citrine, so I'll wave it gently. Citrine was neat for a moment, but he immediately smiled and waved back at me. Next door is an old man of the right width.

"You're the head of the Plymouth Academy of Magic Instruction Sciences. It's Mr. Citrie's old nest."

It is one of Zebuldia's premier research institutes. At the top of it would be a member of the aristocracy. If you look closely with that information, you can see something like character in the face of an old man with a long beard.

That's the alchemist, his face is wide...... I hadn't heard of him joining the gathering before, but maybe he cared about me.

Pinch the food, wander around for a place without people while drinking. Of course, it seems inconspicuous.

Eva follows discipline to me, who is extremely suspicious of behavior.

"Eva can go away. Why don't you make a cone? It's not safe with me."

"I've done enough to say that I've had enough because of someone..................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

No, he's in a tangle-prone physique.

"Say hello on behalf of His Majesty the Emperor."

"You too, go!

"All right, all right. I'll be there later."

His Majesty the Emperor is still surrounded by everyone. I see Ark cheering with a flamboyant smile. If I line up over there, I'll be like a exposed person. [M]

Again, a man who is confident in himself is different. That stand-up is exactly what a hero deserves. It's something I want to flash.

I will taste the fine liquor in turn that I am not sure of while recieving Eva's novels.

And the moment I received one glass, I opened my eyes.

I don't know the brand, but it's a glass poured with red wine. When I looked around, I approached the nearby table. You notice my signs, my brown arms come out all the time, so let me hold a glass to it and receive an empty glass.

... I wonder how Liz is moving.

"What's wrong with you?

"No... there was something mixed up."

"... Huh?

"Maybe you're testing the power of hunters. It's a common story."

"Ha ha..."

Trouble. I don't know what was mixed up, but it would be extraordinary.

Resistance to poison is an essential skill for hunters treading through demons. Phantoms and demons are used, and sometimes they are mixed with the air.

In particular, the ability must be a high level treasure house, for which hunters sometimes poison themselves. Good mana materials create resistance to poisons.

I have no resistance to poison, but instead I have treasures. A ring fitted to your right index finger - the "Correct Silver Crown (Silver Brace)" is a treasure that detects drugs that affect your gear. The 'junction finger' won't even deactivate the poison mixed with food and drink, so I'd say it's one of my lifelines.

The silver ring that shines on my right index finger blackens and emits heat when the gear approaches the poison. At all, I don't know if it's just a party, but I'm going to try it by accident. I still can't stay alert.

"That's stupid...... shouldn't I report it?

"No, no, think calmly, Eva. There's no way the poison can mix so easily with the food and beverages of a party attended by His Majesty the Emperor. Not to mention, your vigilance for 'The White Sword Gathering' should be much stronger than a normal party"

"That's... well, that's right"

Eva is confused. Maybe I've never been mixed with food or drink before.

What a mix I have with Citrine's cooking. [M]

"There are also a large number of high level hunters. It would be pretty stupid if someone were to set me up in a place like this, and the organizers who are on guard but don't realize it are dumb. There's no way that can happen at the right meeting. Well, I'm like a pro at this stuff, so let me handle it................ Oh, can't you do this too? I've been unlucky for a long time."

As I approach the table, my arms grow again. Besides, I'll let you have a glass of wine. Liz is mostly resistant to poison, so it's okay.

I'm sure this would be a tradition, too. Oh, I can't believe you were mixed with poison, but you're fine. That's hunters, like. Anyway, they should be responding because they think a high level treasure hunter is their opponent, so it's not weird what happens.

I'll take a look around, but the others don't look alert to eating and drinking. Are you on guard just because I don't notice, or is everyone but us resistant to the poison, or are you careful that the poison only goes to the hunter by the organizer?

Anyway, even the noise here stands out, and it's just impeccable. I'll lightly touch Eva's glass, but it didn't seem poisoned.

But if the poison is mixed at this rate, Liz will be able to drink enough today.

Fortunately, it doesn't seem to mix with the food. Occasionally, I pound my tongue on dishes I don't even know the name of, as I pour poisoned liquor out to Liz.

Especially the dessert chocolate. As much as I'd like to take it for a souvenir.

As he finished his taste all the way through and handed Liz the well-groomed and poisoned liquor under the table with a familiar handful, the fuzzy knight of security approached him with a frivolous look.

"You... just now... what are you doing"

Not good. Not good. I was losing my nervousness because I hadn't been blamed for seeing it before, but apparently they were.

"............... I've always thought that knights can't be used with respect? I'm a guest for once."

I say things that don't panic. Even the look on the face of a knight who was just rude distorts like a demon.

"Huh... shut up! Hey, there's something under the table!

Eva is blue.

Soon after he escapes, the tablecloth is rolled up, and Liz in the dress he proudly showed during this time is revealed in countless gazes.

Slightly pale, Liz threw an empty glass of wine as she glanced at the most grumpy knight.

Angers and screams fly. I feel like my heart has been grabbed. I think I'm gonna throw up a lot of stuff already.

It's okay. Worst case scenario, all you have to do is run away from Zebuldia. I can start over if I can save my life.

The knights, and the invited hunters, come together. Liz gets her sword poked and gets up fluttered.

Can you forgive me in the dungeon? I can't?

Mr. Gark, in an unsuitable suit, peels off his eyes and stares at me with an awesome face. My heart is pounding so hard.

Could we get caught? Tied neck?

"Liz!? Hey, Klee. This is... what do you mean?

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When I knelt silently, I sat down in good faith and with all my heart.