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

Concealed room connected from the clan master room.

From a security point of view, a room without windows was decorated with narrow areas and treasure equipment.

Treasure tools. Special tools that manifest themselves very rarely in places with high mana material concentrations.

Take a nasty sigh as you check each and every one of them you collect over time and money.

Bad. Almost out of magic.

I had predictions, but it was packed about half way.

Collecting treasure is one of my hobbies, but it is also one of the few means of self-defense I have ever had.

Many well-armed treasure hunters often hold treasure gear as trump card standings, but not for me with empty talent.

For me, the treasure that anyone can use is a lifeline.

In particular, it's great to be able to handle all kinds of board surfaces, even if you don't have the strength, as long as you have a diverse set of abilities.

But such handy treasures also have two major weaknesses.

The first is that basically the treasure pieces found in the treasure hall are one thing, and the more powerful they are, the more expensive they are.

And the second thing is - in order to move it, you need to fill it with energy called magic beforehand.

The first can be solved financially, so I can do whatever I want, but the second problem was heavy for me.

Magic resides in the body of a creature.

Magic filling is basically done manually, besides requiring a lot of magic for treasure tool operations.

Even the Magic Master (Magi), who has a lot of magic, has enough magic to feel strong fatigue if filled with a few points.

Besides, the filled magic doesn't have to be used to slip out a bit over time.

That's why hunters don't hold much treasure gear against its usefulness. For hunters, treasure is a trump card, but also a costly tool.

The Seekers Association recommends that treasure items be held only for as much magic as they can fill themselves.

A hunter who is not a magician can use one or two points at best. It is fundamental to consult with your own magic power to determine things.

Even about a magician with a lot of magic power, it doesn't come off that much.

Meanwhile, the treasure in my possession exceeded five hundred points during this time.

I'm not always equipped with everything, but I always try not to lazy just to fill the magic for when something happens.

And, of course, those fillings aren't my job.

There's no way I can fill an enormous number of treasure items with less than average magic power.

Replenishing treasure tools with magic is pathetic. The "Ghost of Mourning" guard was always in charge on my behalf.

This time he filled it up before he left, but not much more than two weeks after the last filling - most of the treasure equipment had already been turned into just figurines.

There are a few that can still be used, but they won't last long either.

The junction finger (Safe Ring) will not run out of magic for the time being because of the slow rate of magic drain, but the junction finger cannot be used to break the pinch when it is only insured.

You may think I don't care if you're stuck in the Imperial City all the time, but I'm a chicken. Even though I try to be discreet, my face is selling reasonably well.

There's no way out without self-defense or means of escape.

Imperial security is not bad, but some hunters are the ones who pluck into fights regardless of who sells their names.

I lost my magic. I threw "The Dark Wings of Night Heaven" around it, sighed and fell on the bed.

I can't even go for ice cream like this.

You can't even ask a member of the clan. Whatever it is, it's hundreds of them.

Perhaps it would be difficult to fill the magic of all treasure objects with the use of all party magicians belonging to 'Footprints'.

Besides, I'd be pissed off if you just asked me to do that.

The only time Liz is back is useless at times like this, too.

I asked for it once, but in the third, the magic was emptied and fumbled. Still, I didn't try to stop it, so this one got the wings to stop it. Too brake effective.

Lie on your back in the bed and breathe slowly watching the unconnected ceiling.

But what are the Lukes doing by now?

If the offense went as planned, it should be time to come back.

Even without Ark, I'd be pretty comfortable with Luke and the others coming home... they're not having any problems, are they, like, roadgrass?... sounds awesome.

That's when the footsteps rang from the aisle.

He hurriedly rises from the top of the bed, picks up 'The Dark Wings of Night Heaven', which he threw down on the floor, and corrects the outfit he was about to disrupt.

There are a limited number of people who come into this room.

The only entrance to the room is behind the bookshelf in the Clanmaster room, which is basically off-limits to hunters.

Liz and the others ignore the rules completely and go in and out as they please, but the members of The Mourning Ghost (Strange Grief), starting with Liz, don't have any footsteps.

There's only about one visitor that sounds like footsteps.

It was Eva, as expected, who came down. Respond to the sound of a knock, breathing.

The door opens slowly. Eva opened her eyes when she saw me spreading The Dark Wings of Night Heaven.

"... what are you doing? Here."

Danger. Danger.

It's usual for me to be seen skipping, but I don't know what I would say if I fell asleep from such daylight.

He also refuses to call from Mr. Gark. From Eva, who is the point of contact as a clan, you'll want to complain about one of them.

"No, do some digging..."

Eva's expression turns into something strange.

Sure, this is my private room. Anything but treasure furniture has only minimal furniture.

You'd think if I were in her shoes, I'd be looking into things where there's nothing like this.

But Eva is one of the few people who knows my nature. You can read the air too, so you'll guess anyway...

"What kind of research is it? Can I help you, if you don't mind?

He didn't guess at all. I can't believe you're taking my word for it...

Take your eyes off the gaze you can still point at.

"No, that's okay. I'm the only one who can, and I'm just finishing up."

Spread 'Dark Wings of Night Heaven' with a velvety touch and put it on the hanger.

What were you looking into in here? How did you find out? I'm the only one who can do it. Is that what you're gonna do until you turn down the call from the great fellow explorers?

I can't stop screaming at myself. All the answers are NO, by the way. Weird sweat came out.

I can't stop my face from pulling. Eva's little sigh comes into my ear.

He's found out... he skipped out and found out what he was doing in his room, this is...

But in the first place, it's bad that there's no way out.

Should I even hire an escort for a time like this... Eva said something unexpected to me that I would seriously start considering.

"... Is there anything I can do here?

"None"

Unexpectedly answering reflexively, Mr. Eva distorts his brow in a grumpy manner.

What if they believe me? Was there anything you could believe in what I said earlier?

Totally bad is this one lying, but it's something I can often believe watching me do.

Or would it be ironic? I think it's still more likely.

Eva's thin purple eyes peek at Girosilo and this look as if she were even trying to read it in my thoughts. I can't tell from that look whether you really believe it or whether you blame this one somehow after you spot it as a lie.

I hurried and coughed up a little once.

"I'm not saying that Eva is useless. This is - extremely delicate and... a dangerous issue. I'm the only one who can do it. Ark and Liz can't do it either."

Eva pulls her cheeks. I'll add to that look.

"Oh, no. It's not that difficult, don't be surprised... I appreciate the help, but I'm good enough alone."

In "Footprints," the authority of the clerk running it is basically stronger than that of the hunter. When I built the clan, it seemed like a hassle when my hunter had to stop listening to the clerk, so that's the kind of rule I set.

It is if Eva is misled and strange rumors circulate.

I don't know now, but I think it would have been better to say that I was inspecting the treasure. Although that doesn't explain why I kicked Mr. Gark's convocation.

"It's..."

"That's it for this matter. I'm not taking questions, and I don't need to ask you anything else."

I'm about to say something. Seal off Eva's words. Let's just say it wasn't before the borough came out.

If I say this, whatever the reality, Eva downstairs won't be able to say anything.

"... ok"

Eva made a look of remorse only for a moment, but soon turned into a faceless expression.

I don't know what to say, but if you're free to deal with me, you should be doing your job.

The air is stuck. I joked. [M]

"Well... if you really want to do something, look for it in a reputable ice cream shop..."

".................. ok"

To my joke, Eva nodded with an uncomfortable look without tickling or laughing.

§ § §

"No change in the nearby pulse, or..."

Looking at the report, Gark Velter, branch manager of the Seekers Association Teito Zebuldia branch, gave a low roar.

It also sounds like a bear roaring when you look at the vicious minister and his forged body that intimidates the beholder.

To that unscented look, a member of the Third Knights of the Zebuldia Empire, whose duty it was to maintain law and order in the country that led to that report, corrected his posture.

A ground vein is like a blood vessel if you get used to it.

It spreads endlessly underground. It is a passage of power, and what is nearby is heavily influenced by it.

Influences vary. Sometimes powerful demons come along, preferring the strong forces that always flow, or they can perform large-scale sorcery rituals with less catalyst if they effectively harness the forces that flow there.

And most importantly - near the vein, the treasure hall is easy to manifest.

The imperial Zebuldia also consists of considering the location of the pulse that runs to the earth, which, if it were to have fluctuated greatly, would suck, even the need to change the location of the capital could arise.

In fact, in the magical civilization of the past, it was found that the artefacts that were at the core of the capital were rampant overnight and doomed away by the effects of vein fluctuations.

Of course, the location of the ground vein rarely changes.

The most significant factor in changes in the Earth's pulse is massive crustal fluctuations such as major earthquakes. Naturally, if that happens, there will be great damage to the Imperial capital as well.

"But if the ground pulse hasn't changed, what causes it...?

This time the investigation was again carried out because of the anomaly of the 'White Wolf's Nest'.

The White Wolf's Nest is a Level 3 certified treasure house. The quality of the Phantom that appears corresponds to it.

"Phantom" is alive but not technically "living". It's just a pseudo life form that Mana Materials developed given that kind of orientation.

Its quality is proportional to the concentration of Mana Materials that fill the land, and if its intensity were to change suddenly, what could quickly be considered as the cause was the change in Mana Materials concentration - the change in the local vein.

Nothing needs to be a big change. The power flowing into the 'White Wolf's Nest' increases and decreases dramatically with just a slight change of orientation.

But this time, I didn't see anything from the results of the Knights' examination with their specialist troops.

Indeed, the level of the treasure hall is rising. The strength of the Phantom that appears has risen considerably. Details are being investigated, but would it be two to three up to the level?

There are a lot of hunters in the Imperial City. Even though there was no need to make a scene where the "White Wolf's Nest" certification level had risen, it was felt terribly creepy by Gark, who was a former hunter of war for unknown reasons.

As he drops his gaze on the material, his head thinks of something else.

"Something artificial... no, but-"

The treasure hall is a danger zone, while at the same time being the greatest mystery created by nature. Since history, countless researchers have worked on that investigation.

But there's too little we know.

There were those who forced the ground pulse to twist and bend and artificially tried to create a treasure palace.

There were those who tried to capture the Phantom from other treasure palaces and take it to another.

Some attempted to transform multiple treasure palaces present in the vicinity into one large treasure palace, while others plotted to secure the place where the treasure occurred and secure regular access to the treasure.

But as far as Gark's memory is concerned, there's nothing like it applies to this case.

I closed my eyes for a while and thought, but slowly opened my eyes and looked at the knight man as if staring.

"... people get out here too. Let me know if you find anything."

To Gark's words, a man returned a salute and left the room.

The current level of "White Wolf's Nest" is not that high, but the fact that the cause is unknown means there is no guarantee that it will stop here.

If the level doesn't stop rising, there will be few people in Imperial Capital who can cope within that distance. It's even possible that the northern streets will be unusable.

Clarification of the situation was urgent.

I have no idea in Gark's brain. There are no similar events.

but those who may know know know.

Exhale deeply once and give instructions to Kaina, the deputy branch manager who stood all the way behind him.

"I'll talk to Klee. Use it."

"I thought you said no."

"If they say no, tell them you're coming to see me."

To a rough voice, Kaina lowered her eyes like she was in trouble.

Hunters who are registered with the Explorers Association are obliged to listen to their instructions in case of emergency.

but its scope is not clearly defined. It is rarely rejected, and 'Footprints' already boasts considerable power among imperial hunters.

Looking at Kaina's unpleasant look, Gark added.

"Don't worry, no matter how much Cry you are, you won't run away in this situation. Mostly, he... he knows something. Definitely."

Gather all the information on the squeaky executive desk and hand it to Kaina.

Continuing to Kaina with a look that didn't seem to fall on her heart.

"A guy who wasn't in the treasure house at all these days went out of his way. That's all there was to it."

Words with strong certainty.

If it was just a hunter who took it, I'd be unlucky enough to do it in one word.

But "Thousands of Changes" is different. No element of luck intervenes in that action.

A few years after coming to this imperial capital, the stacked Klee footprints are enough to believe so.

To Gark's words, Kaina nodded without further objection.