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

"No, citrie, I think I've been busy lately. Is that enough?

Good treasure hunters often have a different face.

Lucia, who boasts exceptional powers as a magician if you say so in our members, an anthem that can repair healing magic and even heal limb defects, and Citri, who has repaired all his knowledge as an alchemist, had a voice from various institutions and was busy.

After I got two weird names, I should have barely even shown my face in the lounge.

Even so, one of her labs was on the third floor of the clanhouse in the first place, and she used to come to me, but I wonder if some of the clan members who came in recently didn't know Citrine's face.

"No... Actually, recently, in the lab where I was immersed... I got necked..."

I'm surprised without expressing myself in the casual words of Citrie, who was walking next door.

Citrie is outstanding. There are two weird names that would sometimes be distant, but the technology was once dubbed the "best" in this capital.

Anyway, if you're going to eat the front door, it's incredible to be necked.

Should I also hang one of my comfort words for you as a friend?

Not sure what to say, Citrie continues with an imaginative look.

"... well, rather than the neck... I should say the lab is... gone. I don't know...... already!... as Klee knows,. It was my lack of strength...... I'm embarrassed"

Citrie faintly dyes her cheeks and nags shyly.

I see... did the lab you belonged to crumble? I convinced myself. [M]

The economy of Imperial Capital is not bad these days, but it is not a crushing chamber of commerce. Alchemy is exactly a gold-generating discipline, but there will be studies that will not be gold.

Citrie is a genius, but he's not a god, he's an alchemist and he's not a merchant, he can't turn everything around well, and I don't know what the circumstances are, but I guess there was nothing I could do about it to the extent that there was one good member.

As you know...... I'm not sure, but maybe it's about a big lab I know and deserve.

"Well, that happens. All you have to do is learn from failure. Citrine could do better next time."

"... right"

"I don't really know about the alchemist, and I don't know where the lab crashed... but I do know about Citrie"

She's smart, clever, curious, hard-working. And - she's a slightly different but talented girl.

From what I can tell, it seems a little hard to think too deeply about things, but that wouldn't be a drawback. I was just not thinking too much. [M]

"... it was. Mr. Klee knows nothing. Right."

"You can do whatever goes on in the cranhouse lab..."

To the words I casually put out, Citrie looked up and stared at this one.

Did I tell you something strange?

Indeed, I am an outsider. [M] I don't know anything about the research Citrie was doing, and I wouldn't understand it if it was explained to me.

However, Cranhouse alchemists have state-of-the-art facilities. It was Citrine herself who brought it all together. The room is for the spacious, and there should be no shortage.

Well, there's a good chance that we won't be able to continue our research for reasons other than equipment......

Citrie seemed lost for a while, but said with a grin.

"... thank you. But I'm going to annoy Mr. Klee, so I'm going to stop."

You don't have to worry about it...... I almost said so and stopped it with criticism.

Me and Citrine are not as close to each other as they are to each other. If that's going to annoy you, then I guess that's a dangerous experiment that could really annoy you.

For example, you don't have enough equipment or you don't have enough hands to do it alone.

I'm sad I can't help you, but I shouldn't let an amateur say anything extra.

Citrie joins hands and says in a bright voice.

"And it's okay. Because I'll find the next lab soon. We'll do better next time."

"Yeah, yeah, you are. Well, take your time. It's important to rest your body."

Citrie will soon find the next handover as well. There seems to be nothing I can do. [M]

In the end it was a fittingly extreme word of comfort that came out, but Citrie nodded happily.

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The lounge had all the familiar blushes despite the day.

Probably because I just finished the big job of investigating the anomaly of "The White Wolf's Nest," everyone seems to be off today.

Treasure hunters, for example, don't go to the treasure hall every day. Pre-preparedness is essential to the search for the Treasure Palace, as well as the need to maintain equipment and get fit.

The Footprint Lounge was a relaxing place for such hunters. I can gather information with fellow members of the same clan, and I have no outsiders. If it doesn't cost money for meals and drinks, it's a place to dress up to kill time.

Citrie narrows her eyes and looks around the lounge as if it were a price tag.

"It's been a long time since I've been here..."

"The Mourning Ghost" also goes out for dinner with everyone on a regular basis, but basically doesn't use the lounge. Because he begins to squabble at other parties.

Of course I'd stop, but it was a sad decision to go outside if it was enough to create a sinister air within my people. Luke's sword in particular is too light.

"Looks like there's no Star Thunder."

"... the top party is busy."

Speaking of which, Sacred Thunder of the Stars (Starlight) didn't even participate in the exploration of the White Wolf's Nest... I completely forgot.

The party I was just having begins to realize how bumpy I am. He who gives an astonishing look, he who flaunts his face, he who shines his eyes. He who waves this way.

Citrine had broken her finger with an imaginative look.

"How many Mages are there… eight? There are ten dozen high-class magic restorative drugs (mana potions)..."

"Magic recovery pills (mana potions) are so bad."

"Yes. It doesn't taste like it belongs in this world, does it? Because it has a strong egg flavour proportional to the effect. If you're not used to it, your consciousness flies."

A magic potion is a magic potion that has the power to restore magic by reading it.

It was extremely useful in the search for the treasure hall and in the fight against powerful demons and phantoms, but it had the fatal disadvantage of being poorly flavoured.

Nor is that just a bad idea. It's bad enough that you're reluctant to drink even in life-threatening situations.

I've had Lucia share just a little bit of what she used to drink, but she lost consciousness the moment she touched her tongue, and by the time she realized it, a few hours had passed.

I don't remember the taste, but I only realize that it was bad enough to die for some reason.

The fact that you can take magic restoration pills without hesitation seems to be a first-rate testament to your magician.

Since then, the Wizard has been a respectable subject to me. A magician is amazing.

"I might need a cleaner."

"Always shiny though?

"I'm going to... get dirty, I think. Perhaps all of you here... have never taken the finest magic restoration pills (mana potions)..."

Is it that bad? I mean, you can't ask for it, can you?

If I were in their shoes, I wouldn't charge someone else's treasure until I took such a bad pill.

I keep feeling somewhat sorry that Citrie was thinking the same thing.

"I need you to prioritize what you charge..."

"I guess' junction finger (safe ring) 'for now. There are fourteen."

"... I can't. That's all we need. We need fourteen Spirit Men."

Well, I had a hunch somehow. Using a vendor can cost a lot of money to charge a junction finger.

They eat so much magic that most demon mentors are not enough. But I'm in trouble.

"Really?"

"... if you mess with your brain, or"

Citrie says with an inventive look. I mean... you mean you can't.

Do we always have to keep someone on our side until Lucia gets home?

And, at that time, a familiar girl raised her voice at the table at the back.

Half pants in a jacket with a black tone as usual. The black boots covered to the bottom of her knees are also her weapon.

I've had a strong image lately of him having a dying look, but he's not with Liz today, so he looks fine. I wonder about that.

"Yes! Why are you here... something happened... uhh!?

As Tino broke his face and approached me fluttering, his legs stopped perfectly.

My gaze is on Citrine next to mine. When I took a few steps back with a look like I could see even an incredible object, I called its name in a plundered voice.

"Si...... citrie...... sister...... sama?

"Tee, long time no see"

"Hih!"

Citrie approaches Tino, hardened like a frog stared at by a snake, in a relaxed foothold.

Tino is Liz's apprentice. Liz has made me look terrible every now and again, but it was Citrie who didn't like Tino, one way or the other.

On the contrary, Citrie seems to like Tino, but, well, there's a lot going on.

Close to Tino, where Citrie shines her eyes and stands up on the spot.

"Tee, how are you? Stronger again? Didn't your sister make you look terrible?

"Ha... yes. It's okay, sir."

"If you let me see you badly, I'll tell you from me, okay?

"It's okay. Honestly, I'm fine."

Tino shook herself with a gentle citrie voice. Look at me with a crying look.

... Yeah, yeah... right.

Citrie licks her lips with some luscious trick and puts her palm flat on Tino's cheek.

Peek into those black eyes as if they were even going to be examined. My voice is more excited than usual.

"When it gets hard, you can always tell me, okay? If you leave it to me... I'll make it much easier and much stronger than mentoring your sister"

"Huh..."

"I feel like I'm dying, and I don't need to train. I can definitely do that if it's tee qualities. Right now, but on my recommendation, you can put him in The Mourning Ghost (Strange Grief), okay?

"Citrie, sister...... ugh! Too close, it is!

Citrie's finger slips off Tino's cheek and touches his clavicle through the inside of his neck.

My left arm was turned on my back and I was turning down Tino's exit. There should be a difference in physical ability between the 'Alchemist' citrie and the 'Bandit' Tino, but Tino's skinny body shows no sign of a step back with only tremors.

Citrie and Tino snuggling together as if they were hugging each other.

The gaze in the lounge gathers in its unusual atmosphere, but Citrie gives a tranced voice without worrying. The nose is moving small and I smell it.

As his hand touches Tino's shoulder, which turns bright red on his face. As he sees it, he moves straight to his upper arm and descends below.

Tino's body was shaking small whenever her fingertips touched her skin.

"Fine muscles built up in action. Five senses sharpened by luxurious skeletons. As a hunter, a healthy body that specializes as a bandit. Blood, flesh and bones, full of talent and drilled. Oh, Mr. Klee. How could you - wish you had given it to me, not to your sister... I would have made it perfect"

"Huh!? Please help me..."

"You're not going to be able to take a disciple, are you?"

Something about the eyes that look at people is the eyes that look at experimental animals.

The hand mocks Tino's body in a relentless motion. Rub its chest, stroke its abdomen, and touch the uneven thighs stretched out of its half pants.

It's like a snake swallowing a frog and digesting it slowly.

Every time Tino trembles and calls for help in a fine voice.

"It's shining. Oh, so cute. If Tee was a boy, it would have been easy to mate, but because she's a girl - make sure she doesn't fail, she has to choose her number..."

Oh, I can't do this anymore. I finally got in between there.

"Keep it that way. Tino is only Liz's disciple."

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When Citrine lets herself go, she collapses to see if it was the limit or if Tino's knee smashes.

How scared I was, Tino was about to cry, not taking a step back against a vicious phantom every day.

It is sexual harassment, not a joke or anything. I can't even see it.

I give you a voice that Citrie is going to regret.

It is the same as before that when you concentrate on one thing, you become blind to other things.

"But if, with your sister's permission, okay?

"No."

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I glance at Tino as Citrie sat on the floor.

My cheeks, of course, look up at me like a puppy with a tino that turned bright red to the neck.

In the first place, I'm not saying the victim Tino is a good idea.

I answered instantly without thinking. [M]

"No."

"............... even for the party, is it?

"No."

All this is no. Think common sense and no.

I can't criminalize Citrine. [M] I can't face all the smart families in my hometown when that happens. I also feel it's too late...

I don't know, but every time I cut and threw out Citrie's question, Tino's eyes moisten like I was touched. Sorry. I'm really sorry about our member. Sorry I'm late to stop.

Drop your shoulders and slap down the back of a depressing citrie.

"Sa, it's a treasure charge now. You're gonna help me, aren't you?

"... it was"

Citrie raises her face. At that time, there was no sign of the sinking until earlier.

The speed of switching is a sisterhood.

I looked around and said gloriously at the faces of the other parties I was paying attention to here.

"Look at Tee. Let everyone who was stretching under her nose help. This is the Thousand Trials."