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

Oh...... it's still a fuckin 'day.

The scorching sun is shining and burning the earth. Protecting his skin with a white coat, he tilted the face burned by the day as the men working outside stared at the cloudless sky.

Most of the land of Toaizant, the land of sand, is barren desert. It was originally a country of constant strife. The massive influx of treasure hunters for the treasure palace united the people, but it doesn't change that the majority of the territory is a land that can't be helped.

Rain only falls so much that it counts year after year, and the temperature difference between day and night is intense. Blowing sandstorms confuse travellers, and powerful and incomparable demons adapted to the wind and earth spread over much of the land, unable even to lay the streets.

Pretty rich is the capital of Toaizant, which is home to a handful of large-scale oases, and the rest of the city still seems to lack daily food.

There are many treasure halls present in Toaizant, but the average level is high, and there is no such thing as a treasure hall where civilians enter like the great empire Zebuldia. That was one of the reasons Toaizant was not developed for a long time, and the majority of the population remained poor even now, having improved somewhat.

Shit, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

The men were an organization to save such a country.

A small village built dozens of kilometers away from the capital. The activity was taking place in that village, which was erected to pass just above the ground vein.

It is plantation.

Debris that lasts everywhere. A slightly longer tree was planted at equal intervals. The meagre villagers are sprinkling water desperately, but the leaves are brown, and the dying branches are thin about a man's pinky fingers, and they don't seem to grow very decently.

It was something I originally knew, but the villagers' complexion was dark.

Plants do not grow in Toaizant's terroir. The water is precious, the soil contains little nutrition, and the only plant-like existence that can survive in such a harsh environment is about a cannibal cactus that is a demon.

It is difficult even for powerful magicians to rain on this land. It is in the presence of Mana Materials that a country called Toaizant is planting as part of its national policy in such desperate lands.

Mana Materials enhances life. The subject is not just humans or demons.

An efficient attempt at desert greening is made by planting on the passages of Mana Materials, over the veins and enhancing the vitality of the plants. That has been Toaizant's grief since it was founded as a nation.

It's ridiculous from the person doing it. Many times before I have planted seedlings of all the trees I have imported from other countries, but all have withered. Factors vary. Sometimes there was a shortage of water, sometimes it could not withstand heat, and sometimes it was caused by demons and sandstorms.

In the first place, Toaizant lacked all the conditions. No water, no resources, not even enough technical skills. I have called for a good magician to try it out, but temporarily it didn't last long, even if it was successful. It's not the kind of business that will succeed to that extent.

But still, the activity continued. Plantation is a harsh task, but it is also an activity that is gaining respect in Toaizant.

Even if everything goes to waste and the people involved don't even believe that one day they will succeed, green was all that much for the people of the land of sand.

It was gushing that talks would take place in the capital, a few dozen kilometres away, but that had nothing to do with the men.

Fight the scorching nature even today.

- That's when the man came.

He was a man in a flashy shirt with arms. The skin is white, which is proof left that it is not a desert man. I don't have any weapons or anything in particular and I don't see it as a piece of equipment to walk through the harsh desert lands.

The signs were so thin and terribly out of place compared to the villagers smoking Mana Materials day and night, as well as the hunters.

Originally built for planting work, it's a boring village with few travelers.

But the man, who brought in the child and the beautiful woman, said with an objective grin that, when passed in front of the leader, he named Level 8 Hunter and gave up everything somewhere.

"Prepare a small 'company'. I'll lend you God."

"Hey, what are you talking about, you..."

"I'm sure it will enrich this land. Maybe it won't work, but it won't work, will it? You can try it."

It was a ridiculous word. It's supposed to come with a smile.

But the treasure hunter's certificate presented by the man was real. The title Level 8 had a weight. The strongest hunter in Toaisant has an 8 level of certification. The man in front of me didn't look that strong, but the title was too great to ignore.

To the dazed villagers, the hunter - Klee Andrich said.

"Once a day, you dedicate a piece of fried oil. That way you're gonna work for me."

"... three"

A fox-faced child who was on his side clings to the hem of his clothes and says: Klee quickly reworded.

"... I dedicate three. Oh, and... and finally, I want you to fill this. Deep in the ground, firmly. Like?"

"Oh, Mr. Klee...... no, I'm not"

A pink blonde woman opens her eyes and screams a small scream. Interaction without tension, but the leader's eyes were nailed to the white tail by the divine that Level 8 Hunter - the hero had offered.

§ § §

I felt like I had done it and looked up into the sky. The blue sky is bright and sunny - it's comfortable.

"It's all worked out..."

The sister fox pressed those who needed that power, in conjunction with her duty to fry oil, and her tail could also be disposed of. I had it buried deep in the ground, so I'm sure it will disappear over time. Besides, I even got a smartphone.

Today I am more than ever. [M]

Says Citrie, who was walking next door, glancing at the back. The village seems more concerned.

It wasn't a big village to flatter. According to information I knew beforehand, it was made for the afforestation project, but I didn't think it was going well in flattery either.

They have barren earth spreading around them and wide walks of monsters unique to the land of sand, starting with the Great Sand Sasori. In such a world, I don't want to create a village (even if it's not enough for a treasure house) over a demonic land range and work there, even if it's comfortable.

"Sometimes I can't keep up with Mr. Klee's thoughts"

'Cause I'm not doing too well.'

"Tail, no body..."

My sister fox is just a lower end, but when she sees it from a small human like us, it doesn't change that she has the power of God.

I don't know much about her powers, but it would be possible to make it rain. Even if you couldn't, you must be a reliable escort in this harsh environment. She is very discerning for a phantom.

You said that if I failed, maybe it wouldn't work, so there's no falling for me.

Oh, it feels good to do good.

"I'm not apologizing or anything, but the load I unloaded from the airship. I'll send that one too."

I hear the afforestation project is pretty tough. All the people in the village there were ruined. Loading is mostly preserved food, but it would be better than not. There may be a little fried oil left.

Citrie, who still looks like she's being pulled behind her hair, rarely puffs and swells her cheeks, she says.

"As you wish."

"That tail is too dangerous for an experiment."

"... did you give that stuff to the villagers?

Citrie frowns. I made an excuse.

"... that's not what I'm talking about."

I didn't give it to you. I threw it away. Both objects and responsibilities were buried in holes and relinquished.

I didn't see anything dangerous. You can pretend. I can't help it. I only throw it deep in the ground. Complain to that [Lost Inn] haunted fox.

"After that, if you think about excuses, it's perfect."

Well, the tellums seem to be staying at [Lost Inn], so I also feel like something could be done about it.

"... do you want to bury that one in the hole too?

"Fair enough, Citrie. Don't be obstinate."

"I'm not stubborn... but that tail, I wanted it too..."

Citrine says something noisy. Apparently Citrie wanted to grow a tail, too.

I'd love to take a look... but I don't have my stomach to hold two tails inside the party.

"It's... something we don't need anymore."

Freedom, peace is best.

I pounded on the back of a citrie that gave a rare old vibe, my eyes narrowed and I looked up at the sky.

§

Breaking up with Citrine in a whim, trying to get back to the room and retrieve the smartphone with a sense of comfortable fatigue, Cruz, dressed in his usual robe, came into the room as if he had foreseen it.

Apparently, the lack of magic has been resolved, and the complexion is a lot better than yesterday. When he looked at me with a frown and a grumpy eye, he said at the opening.

"Yowaningen, where have you been? I hear Franz wants to talk to you."

"I thought you said the escort plan would be done without us... what can I do for you?... and Cruz."

"You're the only one being called, is. I don't know any more secretive Yowaningen, is. Come alone, is. Here, Yowaningen, don't grab it! Yikes! Don't touch me, I'm familiar with you, I don't remember forgiving you that much yet, Yikes!

The matter of the sister fox should not have been uncovered yet. Are we talking about the Terms? Everyone depends too much on me from next to next. [M]

Decided. We'll definitely retire when we get back to Imperial City. Yeah, why don't we just take the blame for haggling with the escort and stop?

I was going to mess with my smartphone... and I pushed my weak cruz back against the push and headed to Mr. Franz's room.