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

It's been a long time since I've had this peace of mind.

I didn't do anything, but I guess the slime thing was still a mental burden. My shoulders are incredibly light because all my worries are gone.

Citrie was fishing for a big bag in front of me.

My sister Liz and Melon have two eyes that I can see from the pink blonde hair and its gap, which took a little bit to the eye. She is slightly taller than Liz, but she has never been mistaken for her sister because of her tender eyes and always wearing more or less plain robes.

Poor, supple and more negotiating than violent.

Her excellence as an alchemist is not vector like her sister, who is a bandit.

Able to cope with any incident without graduation, she is arguably also an all-purpose member of The Ghost of Mourning (Strange Greef).

It would have been perfect without the habit of producing strange things from time to time and the harshness reminiscent of my sister who occasionally shows them.

He just got back from a long journey, but he's not tired or anything. Say it without taking your eyes off hand.

"Boss, there was a Phantom of a Strong Swordsman in the room..."

"Oh, so..."

Investigate the situation in one word.

One of my childhood friends. Luke Psychol, a mourning ghost swordsman, is a man with a passion that should also be called paranoia in finishing the sword path.

Even if I did it at this stage, it would be strong, but Luke had the nasty nature that when I saw an excellent swordsman, I couldn't help but slash him.

This time the opponent is a phantom like going out to the boss room of the Level 8 Treasure Palace. Luke's blood must have rolled.

And there's no one else who can stop Luke who's been motivated. Or I won't stop it in the first place.

"Mr. Luke's illness has developed... and Lucia and the others are going to hang out a little longer,"

When are you coming back...

"Did you win?

"It's a disaster. He said he'd do it until he could win one-on-one. I think I'll be back when it stops boiling anew...... maybe it'll take a little while?

Citrie says with an imaginative look on her face.

What kind of opponent would Luke, with almost no enemies, fail miserably in the Empire... I never want to meet you. [M]

But now if I pair it with Liz, "The Mourning Ghost" is out of two.

I know the strength of Luke and the others better than anyone, but the treasure hall of the destination is also one of the most difficult, a little worrying.

"Is it good to be back?

"Whatever your sister is, my role is to prepare... Kilkill, I'm fine because you left it too"

Kilkill, you are the magical creature that Citrie has been taking around as an escort these days.

He looks like a giant man with a gray stone-like flesh, wearing a hollow bag in his eye position and boomerang pants.

Whatever you look at it, it's perverse and it looks like a human being at first glance, but I guess it's a magical creature because Citrie insists it's a magical creature. I don't know what kind of magic creature it is...

I tried not to think about its existence. [M]

By the way, the name Kilkill stems from the fact that the creature can only talk to Kilkill. They ravage their enemies with weapons of fearful toughness and strength while shouting Kilkill in a high voice. I think you're crazy. Am I disqualified as a hunter...

Well, Citrie is an excellent hunter. A prudent girlfriend seldom misquotes, etc. We'll have to wait.

and, at that time, took something out of the backpack that Citrie was fishing for.

The large khaki-colored bag is her trademark. Citri, whose number and variety of items, not avant-garde, leads directly to his power, carries a large bag at any given time.

It was the little ring that Citrie took out as she nicked.

It is a small ring shaped treasure piece with clear crystals.

"... you even took the treasure home..."

"It's not what I found in the treasure hall..."

Where did you pick it up? Carefully pinch up and observe the ring that Citrie placed on her desk.

It's a dull silver ring. Colorless, transparent crystals embellished in place of gemstones are so spotless that they are clearly visible on the other side, even though they are finely cut.

My hobby is collecting treasure. All of the treasure that Luke and the others brought home passes through me at least once, and frequently goes to the treasure store.

If I am the only thing that beats my people, it is nothing more than a treasure trove.

Citrie put it in front of me. It looked familiar to me too.

"... is the ring type of 'Vision for Homeland (Realized Outer)'. Where did you pick it up?

Treasures used to leave Rabbi Research.

A treasure tool that stocks only one piece of magic, The Vision for Fallen Homes (Realized Outer).

What I had was a pendant type, but this is the ring type.

"Vision for Homeland (Realized Outer)" is not a very rare treasure. Crystals that boast unique transparency are the backbone of that technology, and there are many different shapes.

Ring type. Bracelet type. Pendant type. Circlet type. Some patterns are attached to the cane. The size of the crystal sets the limit for magic.

It is a less popular substitute for consuming a hundred times more magic than it would otherwise use to activate the technique at the time of stocking, but the more I have an extremely good magician named Lucia in my company, the more delightful it is.

Citrie smiles lightly at me looking at the ring with a licking eye.

"To Mr. Klee, this time it bothered me... it's a souvenir"

"Annoying...?

I mean, I'm not bothered by anything, I'd rather have a lot of things done after, and as much as I'd like to thank Citrie for this one... what are you talking about?

Maybe it's about Citley Slime escaping? It's also, well, I've done something far-fetched, and I'm not going to blame her for thinking for me.

I was not sure if I would point it out and stopped one step out of my throat. [M] Citrie would understand even if they didn't say that.

This isn't the first time I've seen anything like it either. I gratefully accepted Citry's favor. [M]

"I'm not bothered by anything, but if you say it's a souvenir, I'll take it. It'll help."

"No. Aren't you with me and Mr. Klee?"

I couldn't say anything more to the gentle smiling citrie.

... Actually, I owe her a tremendous amount.

§

Failed. But Citrie Smart wasn't shocked by that fact.

Citrie is an Alchemist.

The Alchemist experiment was originally a sort of thing that gradually approached the correct answer by piling up failures.

Some people in the world guide correct answers only once, as if they were guided by heaven, but Citrine knew that she was not that good.

No, you don't have to be good.

Because I have people who cover it no matter how many times I fail.

Originally, there is a great place to stop at the dedication of fellow hunters, who have not benefited from the dizzying among the talents required by treasure hunters, but who also keep up with top-notch parties in the imperial Zebuldia hunter.

Citrie, who understands the matter, was always willing to be humble.

Be humble, acknowledge diversity, respect others, do not look down without darkness.

Originally, praised by millions of people for their talents, that doesn't resonate with Citrie's heart.

The annihilation of The Tower of Akasha.

With that ex-post interview, Citrine waited unchanged for this wasted time to pass.

"There was nothing else, was there?

"Yes. Everything you submit. Something unnatural?

"... no. I have all the information I need…"

Even the bitter bug gave Gark a chewy look at Citrie's answer.

I submitted everything. Cry also gave me every precious piece of material and research material he wanted in his "space-time bag".

If it was true, I also gave away the bodies of my brothers and disciples that I wanted so much that I could get my hands out of my throat. Only one small ring was plundered.

It's not good to be greedy. If you try to get a lot of stuff, the important stuff slips through your fingers.

I knew this time would come.

The Imperial Relic Survey and the Knights will be frightened by the perfect evidence of their horrific research and stroking their hearts for what it has prevented. That brings the curtain down on this matter.

This time, there is only one major failure - that my created slime is experiencing unexpected growth.

I remember what I heard from Klee and frown just a little.

It is one of the basics of alchemy that slimes change their properties according to the surrounding environment, but I had no idea they would be able to penetrate metal cylinders made of fully sealed special alloys.

It was Citrie's mistake underestimating Slime's specs. One mistake, it would not have been an exaggeration, and the Empire would have perished.

But it was originally assumed that this was the kind of thing that kept Slime in Cry.

Magic creatures are difficult to handle. I don't know all about it with Citrie, the Creator.

I didn't expect that to come at that time, but it's also like a little flirting again.

I can also say that it has reduced Citrie's hassle by one, depending on what you think.

"... who's a member named Sophia?

"I wasn't there when I rushed"

"Have you checked the materials you've been asked to submit?

"At least."

I saw a faint suspicion in the eyes of a harsh guard. Show a smile toward it.

Perfect proof. This time it's not like last time. There is a proper killer.

I can get Sophia's body out if I need it, but I don't want to do it if I can.

One of the rules of "Ghost of Mourning" is not to get your hands on "ordinary people". I have no hesitation in breaking the law, but I want to follow that rule.

Well, but there won't be a problem. Intuition is - it's not 'evidence'.

The Zebuldia Empire is a State governed by the rule of law. There are also Citrie customers in the upper echelons of the Empire.

If we were to mention the point that Citrie stands out among each member of The Mourning Ghost, it would be - financial.

"Alchemist" becomes gold. Knowledge, medicines formulated, magical creatures produced, everything creates tremendous wealth.

Citrie's laboratory is present in the Clanhouse because Citrie made significant contributions as an individual at the time of its construction. Whether a magician or a swordsman, a protruding hunter gathers wealth, but an alchemist's is not a ratio of other jobs.

"It was unfortunate that Noto was unconscious. The treatment continues but there is no sign of going back. If we interrogate him, we might find out more."

"It's a very... painful story. I wasn't the kind of person I could handle. Don't blame Mr. Klee. Mr. Klee just helped me! And... noto cocklear... that-"

I look at Citrie, who mouths small and lays her eyes down, with Kaina standing behind the guard drawing her expression.

Noto Coclair has been permanently deported from the Empire.

Imperial capital, of course, can't complain about being killed if found in the country. The side that killed him is also not guilty.

That's also one of the reasons Citrie was appreciating Noto. Tailoring the killer is an extraordinarily troublesome story, if only at the end.

"... no trauma. The cure isn't working either. There's no damage to the gut or brain. But I'm not conscious, and my heart's about to stop. I've never seen a wound like this before, a specialist therapist said."

"I think I will recover over time...... I thought you were just debilitated."

The cause is the lack of Mana Materials.

Mana Materials is an important element that is not an exaggeration when it comes to serving as the backbone of its existence.

Originally, it's unlikely if you live normally in this world, but if for some reason - sucked up by odd slimes, for example - you're almost zero, you're also dying.

It should recover over time, but I don't have any memories. I've already done some human experiments.

"How can I be in this state?

"... Mr. Gark. Is that what you're telling me, leaking Mr. Klein's M.O.? You're kidding, right?

Gark whispers into the citrie narrowing his eyes with a grin intact.

Treasure hunters are a life-threatening position.

The method is a thousand different ways, the modus operandi - in particular, knowing the methods of warfare to others can be a major disadvantage.

Trying to explore it for no reason is a violation of manners.

Of course in this case - it doesn't matter because it's Citrie's slime that did that, but I'm not lying because I'm pretty sure it's Cry who set it up.

I continued with an unfortunate look at the gawking and stiff gawk.

"It's not that I don't trust Mr. Gark - that's what I ask Mr. Klee himself."

"... oh yeah. Sorry."

That's it. Maybe Klee will teach Gurk the power of Citry Slime.

But at that time - it means that a thousand changes decided it was the best. I'm not going to resent you. Let's catch him smiling then.

That's what trust means.

Stand up and say to Gark and Kaina in a small meeting.

"If you need anything, let me know. The Akasha tower is my enemy - the enemy of all the magicians and alchemists. We must definitely stop."

".................. Oh, thank you for your cooperation. I'll call you if anything happens. Are you in the Empire for a while?

"Yes, if anything happens, please tell Mr. Klee or your sister"

Either way, this time it has put an unnecessary burden on Klee. You should apologize for something. One of those rings is very inadequate.

This time the troublemaker's sister is back first. The non-existence of brakes is one of my sister's faults.

Something must have bothered you.

Redemption of my sister's failure is one of my sister's roles.

By the time he left the Explorers Association reception room singing his nose, Citrine's interest in the Akasha tower and noto had disappeared from his head.