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

"Uh... it's going to be..."

"! Right."

Says Citri haunted as he grinned. I did everything in my power to get to that word.

Walk all over town with citrie haunt.

The capital was becoming more and more volatile. Talks are approaching.

There were more knights and magicians throughout the town who would obviously have come from other countries, and there was some pressing air in the bustle.

Toaizant is a country that is large, but not that prosperous.

I don't know about detailed history or anything, but it seems that this country used to be a land of constant strife.

The vast majority of the national territory is desert and it rarely rains. He said the land, which took away less food and featured powerful demons inherent in the desert, was showing how hell it was.

It was in this very era of treasure hunters' full season that opened it up.

Toaizant was an unsuitable land for people to live in, but at the same time had several unique treasure halls of the terroir: the desert zone. And the treasure hall, consisting of an almost infinite amount of energy called Mana Material, running into the earth's pulse, was equal to an infinite amount of resources as long as those who dig out existed.

As a result, treasure hunters entered the land of poverty in search of an untouched treasure house. Several cities were formed to welcome the hunters who would bring back their treasures, and the people of the desert who continued to contend were united in one. That, they say, is the origin of this country.

We have never visited the treasure house of Toaizant. Because it's hot. And apart from that, for me who have been shipwrecked in other deserts, I don't have much of a good image of a land of sand.

But when I walk like this, I can see how my image was poor.

"It seems that only some cities are developing...... after all, the food system looks like a neck. There is rarely a place where food comes out of the treasure house, and importing food seems to be difficult because of demons."

It's a lot better than I thought. Talking about that, Citri Haunted told me with a smile (Citri Haunted is generally smiling when he's with me)

"Oh, my God."

"They also do plantations and such nearby -"

Totally speaking to other personnel, Citrine Haunted speaks to me about his smile and his accumulation.

Citri Haunted is always in a green robe as usual, and unlike me, he's not supposed to be comfortable, but he's not hot.

Heading out of town - a crashed airship.

Zebuldia's state-of-the-art airship, Black Star, was still abandoned where it crashed.

Because I can't carry it, and I can't fix it. They transported the minimum amount of stuff outside and dispatched technicians to handle the hull at a later date. It broke my heart to see Mr. Franz, who rarely said it was a big job, but I just can't ask Lucia to carry him to the Empire.

The first airship I've seen in a long time had a little squeeze of balloons at the top, and there was no shadow to see the majesty when I first tried it. Barely, the hull that was pierced diagonally was being rebuilt, but it's going to take some time to repair.

The airship, half buried in the sand, was being watched by Zebuldia's hands, but had already obtained permission to enter through a broken window.

The air conditioning function was also destroyed, and the air in the airship was shaken by heat.

We came back to the ship to find some traces of the Terms. Well, I checked all the way out before I left, but my eyes are a pit, so if it haunts Citri, it's possible I can find another trace.

"Thank you! Since neither food nor potion is chronically enough in this country..."

"Well, it's what Citrie originally loaded me with."

Finally, there is also the purpose of collecting loaded supplies. I can't do it with heat as it is, and I won't be using this airship on my way home, so it's something I don't need anymore. I've already got permission to take it out.

There was no sign of a person inside the airship. Citri, go around the inside with the haunts.

"With that said, Citries, you don't have to get caught up in the treasure house."

"That's... I was trying to get caught up in it, but it didn't seem to fly fast enough."

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"I had no choice, so I approached him and Mr. Luke attacked me from the outside and tried to drill a hole, but I couldn't scratch it... I couldn't rendezvous"

"............... yeah yeah, you do"

Citrie, I say I'm sorry that haunts you for some reason.

"Looks like the boundaries of [Lost Inn] weren't physical... it looks like Mr. Luke's sword didn't even get through in his space distortion opponent. He said he was going to train."

"... yeah, that's what happens."

So you didn't see Luke and the others? I don't know if it is something I can do with training by fulfilling it, but training right after the crash really makes me lose my mind in their upliftment.

While I was truly relieved that Luke and the others couldn't make it, I nodded.

If Luke and the others had been there, my precious things would have been Luke and the others, not the carpet. That way, we couldn't give Luke and the others away, so we were fighting foxes from the front. The odds of winning would not have been high.

"Well, it means [Lost Inn] was a little early,"

Citrine Haunted appeals to me to say the right thing in completely comfortable mode.

"But, Mr. Klee. Don't get me wrong! My preparation was perfect! I was thinking a little bit about the possibility of running into [Lost Inn]!

"............... Citrie is awesome"

I wish you had told me if you were thinking... I can't believe the Terms are pulling me in. I'm just doing something extra.

I'll slap you on the back of a citrie haunted face as if I made a mistake. Citrie, what would my mistake be if it were a mistake?

Citrie, the look on your haunted face just loosens a little. Horrible to hear in the ascendancy.

"Speaking of which... Mr. Klee. My prepared fried oil, did it help?

..................... Huh? Fried Oil......?

Deep-fried, was there? The only thing Citrine's prepared is preserved food and potion, right?

But Citrie isn't even the wind that's making jokes. He twitches and looks at me as if he's waiting to be praised.

I didn't notice at all. Is it because I read the inventory? However, I don't think there is a mix of fried oil in the normally preserved food.

I smiled and stroked Citrine's haunted head and deluded her.

A nice touch of hair passes between your fingers, causing a slightly dripping eye of citly haunt to loosen just a little further.

"Yeah, yeah, thanks to Citrie for saving me. No, it helped without joking. If it hadn't been for that............ yes. That was a lot of bad news."

"Last time I used it in [Lost Inn] to get rid of my predicament... I thought I would definitely need it... I struggled to get it all together. Because fried oil is not always eaten in Zebuldia. Good..."

I'm not lying. It didn't help, but if I knew it did, it would have helped, so there are no deficiencies in Citri at all.

It's all my fault. Yeah, it's all my fault, too.

Never be noticed that you did not know it existed, etc. Don't shade Citrine's smile.

My most important thing is Citrine, Citrine.

Are you glad you helped me, Citrine says in such a good mood?

"By the way, for your information...... did five boxes suffice?

"Five boxes!? Hmmm............... what do you think?

Citrie, aren't you over-prepared? Five boxes... I don't think I wanted that much of the fox-sided phantom either.

Take a look around the ship as you relax and flutter the words of the upbeat citrie. I still see no sign of Telm or Ketchachakka, or any trace of it.

Are you still in the treasure palace, or were you kicked out... if you were kicked out in the air, it would be a bad thing.

I don't think a Telm or so magician can use flying magic. Definitely would be alive. At least I wanted to be sure of life and death. It could be my fault if Telm, who drew in because of me and missed it because of me, succeeded in assassinating His Majesty the Emperor.

And that's when my dumb ears caught a tiny sound. Citrie circles her eyes and looks at me.

It was right in front of us - one of our destinations, the cargo bay. It is, of course, a confirmed location in the Term search before the ship falls.

The cargo hold is really empty. It was supposed to be a place to put my luggage, but this time it was an enormous amount of preserved food I brought in, so the space was almost exclusive to them. Some of them were ready for each room, but they were still full. There is little or no place to hide.

Damn, I should have brought Lucia or Anthem. Citrie's not weak, but he's a guard. Exactly. The other person will be tough in Term.

I thought there was no chance the Terms were hiding on board.

Citrie gently pulls the treasure water cannon out of her waist. I'm the one with the junction finger ahead of Citrine, peeking in the door open.

The cargo hold was little different from the last time I saw it. Unlike other items placed in the cargo compartment, the cargo compartment is secured in case. Wooden crates piled high are alive and well and have not collapsed.

Get inside carefully. I look around indoors, but nothing particularly suspicious. Is it the sound outside?

"It's okay, I think it was my fault."

That's when I told Citrie, the lid of a large crate piled in front of me opened without sound.

The first thing I saw was a white stump.

It was the white and innocent child wearing the fox's face who opened the lid from the inside and woke himself up and appeared. There is a large fried oil grip in his hand.

The face turns this way. I just blinked.

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... use chopsticks, chopsticks... I don't know how to grab a hand.

Eat the fried rice noodles while the fox face looks at me. I approached the box with a smile on my face, pressed my head gently and closed the box lid.

Take a big, deep breath and lift the box in one breath. It's a crate, so it weighs quite a bit in itself, but it weighs as if nothing was in it.

No, in fact, this box is empty. It's a box with nothing in it. Looking back at Citrie, laughing.

"………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. Shall I carry out my luggage? Maybe five boxes wasn't enough."

Maybe I saw an illusion because of the heat. Let's just take out what we're going to carry and go back to the city.

Maybe it's stressful. I need to drink a sweet, cold drink and play with the carpet...

"Yes, are you alive... Mr. Klee, that's just great... to me, I can't imitate"

I tried to decide that there was nothing, but I said it with a slightly drawn look from Citrine. What do I do with this......