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

"You're kidding me! That's right! Why do I have to give you a ride! That's right! You deserve it! Yes!"

I was so pissed off for poking at the gate. [M] The safety check delayed my departure by two hours, let's just say I was pissed off and deserved it.

Rather, it is like a miracle that all that has been done is that. I made a mistake before I left, it wasn't strange to be removed from the escort. Apparently, His Majesty the Emperor really doesn't want me off.

"Here! Yowaningen, don't grab the weird spot, it is! Don't step on your hair, it is! Yowaningen doesn't have enough respect for me, it is! It's not just that humans are allowed to touch spirituals! I'm not allowed to touch you. Get in as far away from me as you can. Ahh."

And I was told a carpet ban. [M] I am disappointed that I thought I could fly around the sky because of it.

What would be the point of 'flying carpets' that don't want people on board? He's a real mess.

"Hey, step on it, it is! Is it really level eight, like falling horses?! What's Yowaningen's leg on for, huh! It sucks, I can't believe it, it is! I guess you're not doing it on purpose, huh! You can't be late any more, Yikes! I only have the right to touch you now, Yikes! Look, just hold on tight, okay? Ahh."

While consuming two more junction fingers with two falling horses, get them to ride happily behind Cruz's horse.

I've already pretty messed up my footprint. You can't cause any more trouble.

Iron hose is a tough horse, skinny cruz and I would have absolutely no problem riding both of us. I'm sorry to have to put you behind a girl, but I didn't have the courage to have you on a ketchucka or tellum that I barely know either. It is out of the question such as Kilnite in independent thinking mode. I'm putting on a big man with full body armor, so it wouldn't be too good in a burdensome way.

Behind me is a fluttering carpet that has changed my mood for putting me down.

As far as I know, most spirituals are stretching their hair. Apparently for use as a magical medium in times of need.

Cruz's silver hair was well cared for, as comfortable as a velour, and slightly limp. The Spirit Man's body temperature is a little lower than a man's. Its body, which has turned its arm from behind and grabbed it firmly, is also limp, albeit over the robe.

It also has the power of "Perfect Vacation" for a comfortable vacation and is comfortable on horses. It makes me very sleepy.

"Really, when this mission is over, you tell Lucia that you took care of Cruz scattered, Yikes! I'm glad I'm nice, yeah! If I were a common spiritual man, Yowaningen would already be killed, Yikes!

"I know. That's a lot better than a rug, Cruz."

"!? You're making fun of me, huh!

Even though it's a compliment... I'll have to ask for a charge for the junction finger I consumed later...

When I grabbed onto Cruz's body, Cruz was furious with me for making a big stretch.

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West of Zebuldia, Teito.

Over a hundred men were gathered in the middle of a meadow hundreds of metres off the main streets.

I try to crawl and dive into the tall grass, and because of the camouflage colour of my gear, I don't know that many people are hidden from the outside to the extent that I saw them lightly.

The men were mercenaries. It's also a group of fighters close to the Bandits who are hired by the organization behind them to do their dirty work. It is notorious for its muscles.

The request I received this time was also a far cry from legitimate: attacking a carriage with the Zebuldia crest that passes.

It was a big job. My client is unknown, but he's a generous customer who rewards me with an advance. We have also already figured out the routes and times to go by, and later it was a simple job to just attack.

The target is to kill all women and children, and not one thing left to take away will be the share of the men. They seem to be Zebuldia dignitaries, with regular knights, but that's also for consideration.

No matter what the Knights, they don't have a lot of escorts, and they don't have anything to protect them from here. The only thing you have to be careful about is getting rid of the subject, but this place has little prospect or place to hide.

But the look on the head of the group was not excellent. I flatter my face with special paint applied to eliminate the smell and tell the man next door.

"The scheduled time has already passed. Maybe something happened."

The men are used to the task of this hand. You can lurk in the grass for hours in flames, but you can't keep it focused for hours.

The scouts we sent out had not yet returned. You have already received your reward. If for any reason you changed your plans, then there must be an autograph, but neither does it.

The wind blew unexpectedly. The grass shakes heavily, but you can't expose the men who lurked themselves by trying to crawl to that extent.

"Wait for the second half. If the target doesn't show up, we're off course. Something happened, but I can't wait any longer."

If my client had been caught in any way, it could have reached out to the men. If you can fulfill it in battle, you can't still stick to one request and risk your regiment.

Were you tired of waiting or one of your buddies laying low nearby makes a huge stretch. I don't think we're on a mission. Let's get out of our minds.

You noticed the glance on your head, a fellow man said with a bad-ass look.

Excuse me, I'm drowsy.

"It's the second half of the day, keep your head down."

"Heh."

In previous experience, it is rare for targets to come at times like this.

My client was handy this time, but I guess something happened. It is also possible that the subject's mind has changed. It was only a few hours before the route was communicated, but there are as many reasons as there are for the plan to be changed.

And, at that time, I found a shadow coming this way furthest.

The number of people is one. Not the target of a mercenary regiment, but this place is off the streets. It doesn't seem to be the scourge I put out, but if it came straight to this place where I was hiding, there was also a possibility of use from my client.

The shadow was a woman. Black boots on burnt skin during the day. He's wearing a skin exposed costume and looks like a bandit (sheaf) from his outfit.

The walk was straight this way. The head turned his hands flat to his companions and made them wait on the spot, and he pulled out his weapon and stood up.

The woman's leg stops more than ten meters away. The eyes are wide open and I look at the face of the man with the head painted green twitching.

"Are you using it? Show me the code."

This one is hiding more than a hundred people, assuming it's an enemy, it can't be coming alone.

To the words of his head, but a pink blonde woman with pale pink eyes shouted out loud towards the back.

"Sito, whoa, whoa, whoa! Sleeping pills, they don't seem to be enough! You just told me to get rid of it, didn't you? If we don't hurry up, Klee's coming!

"!? Hey!

On the signal of the head, the companions rise together. It was almost as if countless trees had suddenly grown as a person suddenly rose from a planar meadow.

But seeing that number doesn't change the look on the face of the unidentified woman.

Keep it up, take the mask out of nowhere with a polite hand and put it on your face. Confirmed the seal, the head retreated one step later.

I know the existence of a terrible hunter that symbolizes the mask of a creepy laughing skeleton.

For a time, they took the initiative to crush criminal organizations, those who were frightened by all sorts of organizations. They're crazy people who took on dozens of organizations at a party of only six. There is no one to deceive the mask of that hostile party.

"Stupid......... are you that Ghost of Mourning (Strange Grief)!? I'm sure he's been making a big deal out of you lately."

And the woman of the skeleton shook her voice, and said unto her head, calling her name, in a casual voice.

"I'm sorry, but I don't know how many organizations I'm going to have later, and I'm not interested in names, because I'm in a time attack right now"

There's a roar behind his back. I scream like my companions, who are not upset by rare things, breathed and pushed to death.

There he was, a huge knight looking up, wrapped his whole body in blunt armor. It has more than double the back length compared to a large head.

Try to crawl up that right shoulder and a pink blonde woman shows her face.

"Sis! The end of the body is a pain in the ass, so don't kill it! Because I'll erase the traces completely!

It's crazy. Licked. If the rumors were true, The Mourning Ghost would have been seven members plus one new member to six. It's way off track, like dealing with a mercenary regiment with just seven people.

But what the head was feeling was a strong fear. The opponent sees the men who stand up and does not see them as enemies.

"Hey, Lizzy! The most important thing is mine, so I'll do something else."

A red-haired man went up on his left shoulder, and for the man, he shouted in a high voice.

Without answering that, a woman called Liz yells at a woman with two colors of hair. There's not even a sign of standing up against the men already in a battle posture.

"You must be the one who slept!" You said Temei would use sleeping pills!? What's wrong, this! You can't take the time!? Lucia, frog!

"Lucia, Frog, please! I'll catch them all and leave them in the labyrinth!

Lucia, it's a frog!

"Uh-huh."

A voice that resembles a scream comes down from directly above against a voice that is not nervous.

I look up unexpectedly.

"Whatever, do it! That, you say, is very tiring!?

There was a big kite floating in the sky like a joke.