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

"Huh? There's a stronger swordsman out there than Luke? What's that... sloppy!

Liz slaps the finished jock on the table and says with a swordswallowing glow in her eyes.

I showed such a sister with my fingers the middle of my left arm as Citrine grinned.

"Sister, I'm just leaving... Mr. Luke, I was so happy... the moment I saw the other guy with the sword, he jumped in by himself and got busted here - it's a detour to know he's not human."

It's still a crazy conversation.

High level hunters are monsters, but the Phantom, which inhabits the treasure palaces attacked by those hunters, is more or less tougher than those hunters.

Therefore, hunters who constantly risk their lives to keep running on the front lines are respected.

Even if Luke was the man who burned that soul in the path of the sword and was dubbed one of the best swordsmen in the Empire, minutes are bad against the monsters out of common sense who live in the High Level Treasure Palace.

Especially since the Ghost of Mourning (Strange Grief) is always challenging its limitless treasure hall.

This [Castle of Ten Thousand Demons] is also a Level 8 Treasure Hall. The Ghost of Mourning has not reached that level of tactical propriety.

At first, I was terrified by a friend's blast, but now I believed in that strength and kept my mouth shut if nothing like it.

I'm the leader of the party for once. [M] Luke and the others are deserted, but they can hear me. That's why I have to keep my mouth shut when I'm halfway out.

Liz also told me about the [Castle of Ten Thousand Demons], but since she is a mess of sorts, the new information received from Citries was very helpful.

On the table was a large plate of dishes ordered by Tino.

Fries for the first fries served with mountains. Fish and chips on boned meat roasted in Paris. Meat sauce pasta served on a large plate.

I have enough to eat for a week. [M] I think I'm going to be full just looking at it.

I'm wearing potatoes. And there's no salad. I don't have enough vegetables...

When Citrie empties the jock in one breath, she leaks a tiny, somewhere colorful exhale. But I don't see any drunkenness in that eye.

Golden ales are named ales, etc., but the number of degrees exceeds thirty. Hunters can get drunk. What the hell is going on in the hunter's body?

Tino, who puts his mouth on the jock with a lot of people, also drinks a lot together.

Liz grabbed the unobtrusive boned meat and grabbed it luxuriously.

Citrie cuts the steak in some graceful motion with a knife and fork. If that steak wasn't the size to be called a chunk rather than a steak, I might have called it an aristocratic act.

It's like a big meal that doesn't fit with the word "Kenji" or something like that. Where the hell has that eaten disappeared?

Looking at Liz's stomach, which burned on Liz's day, no matter how much she ate, I noticed that Liz wrapped her arms around mine and leaned over me. I say with a smile like a large circle of flowers.

"Hmm? What's the matter, Klee? It just doesn't look like you're eating it.

It's not like I haven't eaten. [M] Liz and the others are eating too much.

The size is too large. If I had one fried chicken, I'd be hungry. I'll eat slowly.

Citrine laughed bitterly when she saw me for a snack.

"Because if you don't eat, you won't have the strength. Your brother's healing technique (heel) is ineffective for people who haven't eaten properly."

"Uh, I'm so hungry when I grow hands and feet with that... It's dangerous when you have to eat Cry, too, right? I'll feed you. Yes, uh."

At a time like that, I would never want you to come...

Liz licks her lips and offers her potatoes in front of my eyes.

I'm ashamed of how much people do that in front of the public, but that excuse doesn't work for Liz with a steel heart.

Is it the kindness left for Liz that is offered fries that are easy for me to eat instead of big fries if every single one of them is done?

"Sister, the pace is too fast. There's a limit to saying hunter, so... you're gonna get drunk? What would you do if you fell like this again?

"It's a total mess. Golden ale is like water, and no! Look, Klee. Uh, yeah?

Without taking Citrine's advice, Liz dyes her cheeks and makes a sweet voice.

My arms are pressed against my chest. If I get this far, I'll have to take it.

I had no choice but to open my mouth and notice Tino next door opening his eyes.

But that gaze is not for me. Potatoes I haven't even seen Liz hanging on one hand.

"Look, look, Klee. Ahem!"

"Oh, yeah."

Follow that gaze while accepting the potatoes offered. It was Citrie that Tino was watching.

Over Liz's shoulder, I see her stirring a golden ale with a muddler as she grins.

... hmm? It's not a cocktail... a golden ale.

When I did it, I chewed him salty potatoes, and Liz finally let go of his arm if he was satisfied.

By then, Citrie didn't already have a Mudler.

Tell Liz, who is back in position, that Citrie can stop.

"Already! Sister, bother Mr. Klee again..."

"He said it wasn't annoying at all. Hey, Klee?

When you ask me that with a smile, I can't shake my neck very much beside you.

"Mr. Klee, it's sweet on your sister... If you get drunk on a boulder, I'll stop you, okay?

"He said it wouldn't crumble. Sito, what have you been looking at me? It's beyond alcohol."

Liz clutching the jock in front of her, as if to show off. In the midst of the hustle and bustle, I hear Tino raise his voice low.

The golden liquid that was poured linearly disappears. slap the emptied jock onto the table lavishly,

"Speaking of which, Sito. You, Akasha's - Huh!?

Liz's body shook for a moment or so when I was about to say it. The focus of the eyes is rash, and the table can be grasped and withstood by the point where the body is about to collapse.

When a large stacked empty plate makes a high noise. My breathing was getting rough. wandering like its eyes were upset.

"Look, sister. So I told you..."

I lowered my eyes like Citrine was frightened and laughed dullly. Liz shook her head probably and looked up at Citrie.

A sharp gaze as if to stare.

"Si, t............ you served?

"Oh no... don't blame me! For the most part, sister, the drugs are transcendent, aren't they? Hey, Tee?

"Wow, I... haven't seen anything. I haven't seen anything."

Tino ensures to hug his jock, tears in his eyes, and is sifting and shaking his neck to the side.

The number of jocks that Liz has already vacated is seven.

I thought it was because it was the first liquor store in a long time, a pretty high pace. Liz is a human being too, and that would make her a little drunk.

Citrie is certainly called "The Worst," etc., but she's not bad enough to serve something to her sister. I have no motive.

I forgive Liz, who is about to jump. [M]

"Well, well, Liz. Citrine didn't do anything. I'm sure I just drank a little too much."

"Yeah!? Klee, are you serious? You're not taking my side, are you?

Liz is in a rare shock.

I don't care what you say... keep it up and you guys will start fighting.

It's pathetic to have a citrie with a claim on it.

"Seriously. I'm serious. It's not about allies or anything like that. I kind of mouthed it, do you want some tea?

"... drink mu"

Squeezing, I take the tea jock Liz offered me with both hands and drink very much.

Drinking alcohol is good, but you should think about the pace a little bit.

Few people would even be able to stop at a hunter-only liquor store if a high level Liz got sick and went wild. If it is bad, it is forbidden to leave. I also have a priori. That's troublesome.

That's when Citrie placed two golden ale jocks in front of Liz's eyes that finally showed calm.

Clear golden liquid shines in the jock. Apparently, an addition has arrived.

Both dishes and glasses are transported from the empty side to the next. It's because Liz is ordering 10 servings or something for now. I deserved it.

"Sister, look, I just asked you to come, okay? I haven't had a drink in a long time. Bet on the drinks for everyone today."

"Huh? Are you going to serve something again? Don't get on with it!? Even if Klee forgives you, I didn't forgive you!?

Liz says in a voice like a drunk chimp.

But some of the lizzies start saying they haven't served yet, but the citrie that brings drinking comparisons to drunk lizzies is also citrie.

Besides, I'm trying to bet my drinks on my own. I'll pay for a drink.

I snuck into my wallet and realized that I had left my wallet in my room.

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Liz grabs Citrie's collar and hangs it while fluttering. My eyes were completely seated.

But Citrie still keeps grinning even after all that has been done.

"Mostly, you, you gave me a hand in making that golem!? Our precautions are obviously loaded!

"Mr. Klee, please help me. Your sister will make a claim without proof..."

"I'll tell you what, it was just stiff and it was fucking cluttered fish, so hey! Because it was just endurance! Klee was scared, too!

"... my brain was just garbage. Because if I use it, my sister is meat in a second. I was top notch as a technician, but as a warrior, I was top notch..."

"Heard!? Klee, you heard!? It's all Cito's fault! Even Akasha was a victim of Sito!

That's unusual...... I can't believe you got drunk so far in just seven cups.

Liz throws out the citrie and jumps over here. I took the body, and I stroked my head all right.

But the tower of Akasha is the victim of Citri? This is absurd.

"I push too much evil. Citrine got me a bunch of people I missed. We owe it to Citrine to solve the case."

"Cry!? You know everything!? What are you only doing?

No, I didn't do anything else...

It's not that I'm on your side because I'm a citrie, it's just that I have a minute for citrie because Liz's words are close to the claim.

Well, Liz isn't really saying it's Citrine's fault either.

Citrine's eyebrows were dropping, looking at me with a tranced look somewhere. Sure, I love Liz, but I don't like her or dislike her and I'm not going to misjudge her.

Anyway, this is still level 8. Equality is one of my few virtues.

Citrie pushed one of the jocks out in front of Liz.

"... sister. How about a drink comparison? It's okay, because even if your sister gets drunk, I'll let her sleep properly and give her a hug. If you're not feeling well, you can wrap your tail around it and get away with it... but if you're not feeling so well, you should lay down, right? Hey, Tee. You'll take care of your sister, won't you?

"I have not seen anything. I haven't heard anything..."

Tino was completely useless in the fight between your sisters.

It is slated between the master and the natural enemies. Today seems like a bad day for Tino.

Liz's eyes glow brightly at the obvious provocation. He fluttered but stood up and slapped himself hard on the cheek with both hands to see if it was a substitute for notice.

Grabbing the jock in front of me, Liz yells.

"Huh!? Hey, you're superior, Sito! Don't think you can beat me for my sister's sake?

"............... That's your sister. I'm not even poisoned... but I'm a great temper even though it's about to crumble already. Please soften your hands..."

Citrie nibbles his grin once and takes the giant jock in front of him just as well.

It's just a comparison of drinks, but the air was running like a duel. Tino is pointing an uneasy look at Liz.

But, Liz, do you still think Citrie was poisoned or something?

So I came up with a nice idea. [M] I'm not proud of myself, but I'm a little confident when it comes to mediating fights.

I rang my fingers properly and told the two of them that I was about to start drinking comparisons now.

"Before you start comparing drinks, don't change your jocks. Citrine would feel bad about being suspicious, too, but Liz would be comfortable with that, wouldn't she?

"... Huh?

It's a way for no one to be unhappy. Citrie knows all about Liz's personality, and that's not narrow enough to make her feel bad.

It was a proposal I gave out with confidence, but for some reason the look on Citrie's face was frozen.

Liz takes the jock from Citrie's hand, which is solidifying, and pushes what she's had so far.

Emptying the jock I took with one breath and wiping my mouth, I grinned like Liz had won.

"Pfft. Zaaaaaaaa! I thought Klee would take your side, huh? I don't know, dude! I wish I hadn't stopped earlier, 'cause I can stake out weird measures. Oh, my God! If you're new to my resistance, you won't be safe in Sito! Come on, I drank. You can drink too! Come on, come on, come on!!

Liz is pressing me, and Citrie is making my eyes black and white. The hand gently stretched to the potion bag on his hips, and Liz stopped staring at him perfectly.

Contains newly brought cold tea in his mouth and looks lightly into the tavern.

Every table is as exciting as this one. Feast of Heroes. Doing this makes me feel like I'm part of it. [M]

Liz and Citrie were still arguing when they returned their gaze to Liz in a sentimental mood.

There are all kinds of differences in eyelids, back length, chest size, etc., but looking at the two side by side in this way, we know very well that they are sisters.

"You guys are really close, aren't you? Oh, let's get some ice cream... you want some Tino too?

"I will take it..."

Shrink your body like Tino atrophied and shift your seat back as if you were trying to get away from the two of them.

But how is it that Citrie is reversing the situation when she could have afforded more until just now?