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

Zebuldia has many stores for treasure hunters.

For example, a training institute. Weapon store, armor store. An informant who specializes in information on phantoms and demons in stores selling diverse items to support activities at the treasure hall. Some stores lend excellent hunters as members of temporary parties, while others specialize in buying and selling treasure equipment.

Among other things, "Tavern" is one of the most common shops in Zebuldia.

Treasure hunters all love booze.

When the majority of the parties finish attacking the treasure hall of their lives, they throw a feast in their favorite tavern to celebrate each other's achievements and bite each other's luck in surviving again.

And eat and drink as if to wash away exhilaration, excitement, and fear.

Melee combat positions that move the body, such as swordsmen and bandits, as well as rear guards such as magicians and therapists, eat incredibly from the general public. And that will be the vitality of tomorrow.

Since the amount of food and drink and the amount spent on it are more out of digits compared to ordinary people, and hunters are mostly coarse, there are a number of liquor bars dedicated to hunters in Imperial Capital.

It is a restaurant where you can drink alcohol so that you can bathe, emphasizing quantity over quality. Do you have any idea how much it would be if I told you it would come out in barrels if you asked?

I was taking Citrie and Liz (and Tino with fluffy feet) to the destination tavern - the Golden Chicken Pavilion.

"Golden Pavilion" is a group of hunter-friendly taverns that expand in Teito. The specialty dishes vary according to the name of the store, but I felt like eating a bird today. Liz is more quantitative than she tastes, and Citrie sets me up, so it's always my role to decide the store.

When we open the large, double-open doors to match the hunters of the giants, a slight booze greets us.

The hunters' hustle and bustle of finishing the treasure hall early and launching fill the spacious interior. The angst and laughter of the quarreling early drunk felt terrified when he first entered this world, but he was already used to hearing it.

A disappointed physique female hunter is kicking around the corner a big man who either drank too much or fell on the floor. Without realizing it, the big man, rolled up to the wall, began to snore like a grunt.

The weapons placed on each desk indicated that this was a hunter's tavern. Some of them have traces of blood creeping in them. If the phantom is the opponent, blood and so on disappear, so it must be the mark of slaughtering the demon.

Feast of Heroes. Once, there was a sight there that I had imagined when I was up to the hunter.

The weak are eliminated, and only the strong who drill are praised. It's a place you'll never get in without Liz or Citrie.

"I took it next to Klee. Ah! Sito, you're next to me. If you put it on Cry's side, it's too much."

When I get to the deepest round table I'm guided, Liz sits right next to me - on the aisle side and intimidates me looking in a good mood.

One party is a lot about six people. The table arranged in the tavern is also made so that six people can sit at their leisure, but Liz is still a little close.

I usually don't mind because I have anthems and rooks, but I (look like) I brought in three pretty girls, and I was very gazing. I hope Liz doesn't rumble out......

"... that's nothing, I don't mind... shouldn't we put Tee on our side? For once, I'm a disciple, and I want to talk to Mr. Klein."

Intimidating Liz with a ragged eye, Citrie grinned without shriveling, grabbing Tino's (washed) arm as she lost strength and fluttered.

Tino trembles and shakes his body. It's frightening like a small animal.

The outfit has changed from trousers with the thighs protruding up to earlier to half-pants about the length of the knee, with raised fabric area, but would not be much of a citly measure.

The master saw the disciple, who was frustrated to see, and said, without mentioning the condition in particular.

"Hmm................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... I don't need a seat because Tee helps me with my salary. Bring me the food and alcohol I said! Golden ale for now. Ten jocks. Super hurry, please."

Too pathetic. Exactly what I'm gonna say, me too.

I was so sorry. No matter how many apprentices you say she is, she is a hunter in public. On the side of the citrie, I can't even rest my mind.

I'd like you not to bully our mascot too much.

Tino, sit down because my left is empty.

"Huh!! Yikes,...... okay!?

Tino smiled blossoming after a moment of neatness.

That's when I realized.

What if... Is this the guy with the flowers in his hands?

There was always a thought about Arc, who was in harem with all the girls, but this is amazing... I don't feel so superior. I'll apologize next time.

Liz and Citrie - thorny flowers and poisonous flowers stand still, Tino - looking at pathetic flowers.

"... chip.... if Klee says so. Tee, if I embarrass you, I'll kill you."

".................. tee. Mr. Klee, it's a bad habit sometimes, so if you come closer to cleaning it up, you'll get another scratch on your leg, right? Should we vacate one or two seats?

Liz hangs the threat and goes on to breathe terrible bad reviews while Citrie keeps smiling. What the hell am I like in the city? [M]

As Tino approached my left neighbor, he stretched his spine out and sat down behaving. Is the barbarity of the earlier citrie still there? My neck is stained red.

Not citrie, but pretty cute. When you're dealing with our members (well, there's a lot of good things about Liz and Citrie.), I get extra healed. Of course, I wouldn't let my hands crawl on my legs. I'm tough. [M]

Drinks are brought in.

Liz and Citrie, Tino has a golden ale, a specialty of this store in an oversized jock. Amber liquid in a jock for me - a special tea with a whiskey colour.

Hunter liquor is several times more frequent than the average. If you were dating a high level hunter, no matter how many livers you had, it wouldn't be enough.

Lift the jock. Citrie and Liz smile and go with it, and Tino goes with it in fear.

"A little early, then. Celebrating the safe return of Liz and Citrine from [Night Palace]."

- Cheers.

Jocks and jocks collide to make beautiful noises. The feast began.