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

Akasha......?

It was a familiar word. Check the giant human form carried onstage again.

I kept my eyes closed for a while and observed the fuselage, but I finally remembered thinking for dozens of seconds.

It's a giant golem that's been attacked in the wilderness before.

I didn't notice the odd mark on my head because it was gone and I had only seen it at close range.

But why the hell is it being auctioned off? That should have been left in the wilderness after Liz fought and stopped moving.

Large or heavy prey is commonly carried using the magic of the Magic Instructor's Floating Float. If you don't have such means, you don't have any body, but you have to leave it alone.

Materials such as demons defeated outside the city belong to those who implicitly defeated them. If the defeated person didn't take it home, the ownership basically shifts to the next discoverer.

I don't know who it is, but I guess someone found that one that Liz left behind and brought it to the city.

But that's not just a doll, that's a golem.

I did get attacked by that one. It's like I never want to see you again. I'm not going to claim any more ownership right now, but I'd like you to cast it down and erase it if possible.

Do you have a taste for things, or the competition started at the price of 30 million geels will be suspended with the best momentum of the day.

I have no idea what it's worth. [M] If you want to buy a golem for that kind of money, I want to buy a treasure piece.

Because of this, I wanted to compete in a treasure kit competition, but my expectations fell short. As I was biting down the absenteeism, I heard Liz speak to Citrie.

"Sito, that..."

"... ugh, yeah"

Citrie opens her eyes and shivers her shoulders. So for the first time, I realized something was wrong with Citrine.

He looks down at the black golem with a serious look that's always on her calm. The hand I placed on my lap was gripping me so hard.

The competition was incandescent. There was someone who really wanted that one, and the two of them were fishing hard for the price. Over 100 million of the big ones, and the MC's voice is getting some heat.

Citrie is an alchemist - so to speak, a golem expert. Do you have any thoughts?

"You want it?

".................. yes, no"

Citrie was briefly silent and slowly shook her neck to the side. But the eyes are moist.

Introverted Citries don't give much of their opinion. Especially if you run into an opinion with me, you tend to take a step back.

You notice the color of my gaze, say it in a small voice like Citrine excuses. But the words had strong emotions shoved into them.

"So, but... that... that... that... that... that was made by trial and error over the years... and the cost of hanging it is enormous - but that... that's not the only thing that matters..."

I tremble my voice and desperately Citrie is explaining. I have no idea, but it seems kind of awesome.

I don't know if anyone outside of Citrine knows its value, or if my forehead stays. Neither would the host have thought the auction, which began with 30 million geels, would break 200 million. And the price is even higher.

I can only tell by number, but one more person is competing and three more. How rich.

"That... that... I don't know what everyone thinks, but it's like a fellow figure, so to speak..."

"... memorable item?

Such an idiot. That golem is lizzy, it sounds like it was created by Akasha, and Citri would be irrelevant.

Citrie narrowed herself down small and looked down as if to hide her expression.

"... no... that's not true... Mr. Klee... don't worry, I don't need to..."

I sighed small. I'll reach out and hold your hand resting on your lap.

"Citrie's a liar."

My eyes are a pit saver, but unfortunately I am familiar with childhood.

No, even if it wasn't childhood taming, I wouldn't do anything to believe the words that were put out with a crying look even now.

Prices have gone up on the blue ceiling, already over 300 million. One fell off the competition, the other two.

One of them is me.

It was originally Citrine's money. There is no such thing as a treasure trove you want to get until you ignore what you want so much that childhood taming cries.

Lick your lips and squirm to inspire yourself.

"Money is what we spend when we're like this."

The shape of a fellow. Probably not what the word stands for.

Akasha is such a dangerous sorceress Order that it can be prized. It is unlikely that a fellow Citrie will ever be a member of that Order.

But the look on Citrie's face is not unusual. For the most part, Citrie is a child who gets impatient.

Perhaps - that golem uses the technology produced by fellow Citrie alchemists.

MC called that golem a 'doll', not a golem.

That means the appraiser couldn't determine that it was a golem.

I mean, yeah. Here's what I expected.

The latest golem-making technology produced by fellow Citries has been blurred by the 'Tower of Akasha', and that technology is abundantly used in that golem.

Therefore, the moment Citrie saw that golem, she was so shocked that she couldn't hold back her emotions.

Maybe the guys and I are really dead already.

Magic Order doesn't do a lot of things all the time. If you want to get technology, and if you want to monopolize that technology, you'll do one or two of the murders fine.

It's just my fantasy, isn't it a pretty good line?

Do you think I'm...

Honestly, I don't know how Citrine feels. Probably wouldn't feel it if it was explained in detail in words.

But that doesn't make me wrong. I was the leader of The Ghost of Mourning (Strange Grief) before it was The Thousand Changes.

Tee said suspiciously, "Huh? Are you sure? Are you okay with such a weird doll? Don't you have to be a treasure piece? He's looking at me like..." That's okay. All this is fine.

It's Citrie's money in the first place...

"... Huh?

Citrine opened her eyes wide to my words. Did you think I would give priority to what I wanted over Citrine's tears? [M]

It was too unreliable. Citrie should put some more of his desires on the table.

Liz, who always puts her desires fully on the table and has a stress-free life, turns her eyes round.

"Huh? Could... Klee, I'll do it"

"... but the Sorcerer's Order doesn't always do a lot of things"

Power enters Citrine's trembling fingertips. I look on stage like I'm eating in all the time. That look reminded me of Citrie back in the day when I wasn't sure about anything yet.

Liz reassembles her legs and looks at me sideways and asks.

"But come on, Klee, do you want a mask? I'll be patient.

".................. oh. That's okay, that stuff. It's priceless compared to that one."

"Dull............ Could it be, stop. Are you patient?

This is why childhood... Liz knows me just as well as I know Citrine.

I frowned back at Liz, who gave her a tickling laugh and followed her shoulder.

"... I didn't. I did want that treasure piece, but this one's much more important."

".................. Oh, thank you, thank you. Totally unexpected - Mr. Klee. ……… filling must be"

Nothing to make up for, it's not my money...

"I have nothing to worry about. Besides, I haven't been able to take it yet, and it's quick to say thank you."

"………………… Yes"

The voice of Citrie as if she had been impressed. How excited I am, my white skin usually turns bright red to my ears.

I wouldn't have been so impressed if I'd been competing for the mask off.

In the first place, nothing. I didn't give up my mask.

The signal I gave Tino is to catch the price one unit at a time.

Citrie's reserved amount is roughly 950 million geels. Assuming her measures are in place and the mask can be dropped in a little bit with 200 million gels, she'll be able to use it here up to 750 million gels.

I don't know much about alchemy, but even though it's up to date, it won't cost the Golem 750 million.

The price of the golem goes up a little bit in front of me with a deep waist in the chair and a spare look.

200 to 300 million. From 300 million - 400 million. 400 million!?

Wait a minute, who is it?

I can't believe I'm going to spend that kind of money on a golem that's just being treated like a doll.

400 million. If there were 400 million, we could buy four hundred million items of treasure.

The auction venue was resting on unexpected price increases. You must be surprised who brought that in.

30 million at first. At first, it was 30 million. I said I could give it up to 750 million, but it was my expectation that I would get it for about 300 million.

Citrie is holding hands on her chest and watching her progress in a harrowed fashion. I have no choice but to put my arms together without breaking my spare attitude. [M]

Are you there? Citrie, do you really want that one?

No, I'm sorry. That's okay. It's Citrine's money. I don't mind...

What am I saying, Citrie has a pretty crazy sense of money. I wouldn't pull it on the way.

Solemnly the price goes up. There's only one opponent... one.

Who knew the price of a doll that wasn't paying attention would jump that far? Who would have imagined in an auction where the mask had attracted all the attention?

"This is - who would have imagined! 500 million Gears! Finally, we've surpassed the big 500-million-geel platform! Ahead, the minimum unit will be 20 million geels. 520 million! We're out 520 million!

520 million...... millionaires? Well, it still doesn't reach my debt. [M]

Is this also the harm of the auction? I'm sure the competition didn't expect anyone to give more than 500 million for one doll either.

The twitching continues with the catch of prices in the smallest unit. The tingling tension and odd exaltation are flavors of the auction, but this time I just hope they give up soon because it's not even what I want.

Where the price is over 660 million, Citrie says with a crying look.

"... Mr. Klee... that's enough. Klee is better off like this..."

This price is unexpected. If I hadn't been fully prepared to buy a mask, I wouldn't have been able to help.

But I'll tell you what - money, it's all yours. Citrie, Liz and Tino put out a little, but I didn't put out a single geel because I didn't have any money. I'm sorry.

Tell Citrie not to worry about it.

"You don't have to worry about anything.... Yes. Actually, I used to collect money to buy golems."

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The usual... I answered nothing and turned my gaze to the stage.

Give it up, man, there's 750 million over here. Stay back around here.

Please, step back. A dungeon? If I dungeon you, will you back off? Do it.

My prayers were vain and the MC shouted as excited.

"I'm up 100 million! It's 760 million - number 25, 760 million!

Who is it, twenty-five!!

Tino, who knows my budget and some circumstances, opens his eyes and looks up to me. I silently showed a thumbs-up of continuity.

My stomach is sorely damaged. Now, unless the lady gives up, there's no future for me to get the mask.

But then I'll - I'll definitely get this golem and show it to you. Find life in the dead.

Maybe the opponent's budget is far above ours and he won't get it no matter how, but if he doesn't do his best to win, Citrine will give up too.

I'm sure they're hard on you too. The first price of the item was 30 million geels.

I don't think there's a chance that we can win. A hundred million tops is the best they can do - it would be the limit. Even if it's not a limit, the limit should be close.

I take a big, deep breath and send a new signal to Tino, who is still here.

Now - I'm stuck.

"Huh!? One hundred million more! There are 860 million geels out there! Sixty-six, it's 860 million Gears!

I think I'm gonna throw up. It's been a long time since I spent a fortune on one item so far.

My stomach is upset. Even when it comes to ten-digit debt etc., it is accumulated, and this feeling is close to stress for me, who has a poor roots.

A pungent battle. Exactly 100 million up was unexpected, no sign of a new voice coming up.

Even if the sword was not crossed, this was definitely a battle.

How many pieces of white goods are 860 million geels? Weighs tens of kilos? A check?

"Isn't there anything else? 860 million Gears. It's 860 million geels. In the next thirty seconds, you will be bid number sixty-six!

Die. Die. Give it up!

Take a big, deep breath. I pray to God I just don't always believe in.

Citrie is shrinking as if waiting for the storm to pass.

The limit was right in front of me.

If I had 860 million gels, I could play and live my whole life. What does Citrie spend so much money on marriage?

Words that don't matter are circling around in the back of my brain. It is also called a reality escape.

Still not thirty seconds past!? A second feels like a minute or enough.

Time is stretched out indefinitely. The black golem is illuminated by a chandelier and glows dull. The MC in tuxedo next to the stage opens his mouth.

And the MC's eyes were wide open.

"Kew... 960 Million Gears"

"960 Million Gee Ruh! I'm out! Twenty-five, 960 million Gears!

This time I did feel the blood freeze.

What the hell is that? The Chamber of Commerce or the aristocracy against you? Impossible. It's just a golem!? How can you give such a lot of money to such a golem?

My eyes were wide open as Citrie was flabbergasted. A muscle of tears slips down my cheeks from my wide open eyes.

Liz sighs deeply.

"Ah. You didn't have any luck...... it's unusual for Klee to lose. You should have sold weapons and everything.... Well, I can't help it"

I have a collection of treasure items, but the auction bid does not allow me to pay them in kind. It's either a check or cash, that's all.

Citrie lays down her face. Tino is staring at me with a glaring eye. [M]

I felt my cheeks pull on. Nod small.

And in the midst of the blurring, the MC's voice sounded.

"Billions!? Sixty-six -, it's a billion and sixty million geels!

"Huh...?

Citrine sees me in tears, in a confused face.

Citrie's collected budget is 950 million Gears. If you fail to pay by winning a bid at a high price, it is more than contraindicated given that you are guilty of a serious crime.

I felt calm. There are no shards left of the disturbance that was inside until earlier.

Kamikaze water stop. I have finally reached the border. I smile calmly and hold Citrie's hand.

"So I told you, don't worry... no, I want you to worry a little"

If I'm being specific - yes. Please sit down in Lucia with me.

Shit. I spent more than half of Lucia's savings on my own. But I have no regrets. I don't regret it, I do.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

"Time is up. It was - Sixty-Six - Treasure Hunter, Dear Greg Zangiff who controlled the fierce battle! It's a giant doll of metal, a bid on a billion and sixty million geels! Ladies and gentlemen, give a round of applause to the brave and resolute winner hunter!

Greg, sitting next to Tino, looked up at me with a blue look during the thunderous celebration.