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

Ark Rodin and the Gladys have known each other for a long time.

Originally, the name of the Rodin family had special significance in the Zebuldia Empire.

I don't have the title, but the treatment from nobility is more special than anything against nobility or the Great Chamber of Commerce.

A good hunter is an extremely powerful warrior.

The most powerful force in the Zebuldia Empire is Treasure Hunter, not the Knights, but some of them are top notch, and as many of them want to cross if they are also the righteous clan of origin who once dedicated themselves to the Empire.

The Count Gladys only have a clan that weighs heavily on force, and their intimacy with Rodin is thick compared to other houses.

On several occasions before, he had been asked to guide the sword to visit the mansion on numerous occasions.

Gladys family owner from Ark's eye - if you're going to describe Van Gladys in a nutshell - is a samurai.

A samurai who doesn't break the strict response, no matter what else. A man with excellent swordsmanship arms, who further strengthened the Knights under the Gladys family, originally known for their strength, and made his valiant name more widely known.

I have a slight difficulty putting too much effort into military power, and not so much skill in politics, but not so much stupidity.

There are some things that are not accommodating, but even in my personal life, that doesn't change, so I gather a certain amount of respect from my surroundings.

And his son, Eclair Gladys, also takes on such a father's temperament strongly.

The same goes for the unjustifiably majestic language of the year, as well as the strength of the temper not to pull a single step on an adult opponent. Ark knew that his father was being polite to Ark, but unfathomable to his people.

Now in retrospect, among previous conversations, there was a verse in which Eclair was unhappy that Ark was spoiled by the second (not exactly the second, but seen so from around him) rather than the clanmaster.

Perhaps we should have also anticipated that Eclair, who is mature at his age but has not yet left the realm of children, would be confronted with The Thousand Changes.

Asked by Van Gladys, the owner and father, in the reception room of the invited Gladys family mansion, how he had been so far, Ark regretted that he still lacked words.

Isabella, who sat down next to her, distorted her eyes and squealed with a small voice.

"Even when I was sarcastic, I thought it was huge..."

"I think it's a trial or something..."

Yu agrees with the sentiment.

Sir Gladys told me that the ploy of "The Thousand Changes" was extremely ingenious and not like being able to stand against a girl who had just turned very ten.

I can still make it a laugh if Ecclair is excited to take it, but then it just seems too much if he is going to be lying down for a few days.

But it's very difficult to figure out how to act as an arc position.

The reason Ecclair competed for treasure is his own.

He tried to get the strongest treasure to push Ark, the second, up first.

Of course, Ark doesn't remember asking for that, but he's too grown-up to be so sure.

"It is an honor to be thought of so far by Master Ecclair. But..."

"You've had too much fire play. I had a bad opponent, I hope this at least feeds Eclair..."

Van Gladys says only rarely. But the voice was less powerful than usual.

No matter how strict you say you are, you are a father. I guess I feel strongly worried about my daughter, who's stuck in my room.

The look on the faces of the guard knights who withheld behind is also cloudy.

It is true that the concession of the win hurt Eclair's pride greatly.

But the problem is - in the first place, all of Eclair's actions were pointless.

Let's say, for example, that Eclair feels comfortable making thousands of changes and getting treasure gear. And suppose Ark was happy to receive the treasure. Furthermore, it is assumed that the treasure was extremely powerful.

But still, that doesn't mean Ark beat Klee.

In the first place, Ark has never lost to Klee in his combat abilities. What lies between him and me is not a difference in pure force, but more in another way, and there is no point in being given a somewhat powerful treasure.

What would you think if that little swordsman, who is even just depressed about it, found out?

It would be comforting if it could be resolved with words, but she is not as simple as deceiving to that extent.

I complain in my heart about The Thousand Changes that have knocked me into such a complicated situation.

The other person is a child. No matter how much Hunter cares about Fuko, he would have done a little better if he had tried to proceed peacefully.

The ingenious measures that read through the relationship and the character of the opponent were incredibly thorough from the fact that they knew the usual Klee.

And the scary thing is that I haven't seen its purpose since I got here.

Klee is not the kind of person who moves to make a loan to a nobleman, and I don't think he would pull it off for no reason in a treasure competition, no matter what.

Count Gladys gives an uncommonly sorry look to an arc who contemplates with a serious look.

"Anyway, Eclair, who dragged the defeat, would also come out of the room if you had come all the way. Eclair likes you. [M] I'm sorry, but talk to him. Ark, I thought it was out of line to call Eclair without saying anything - but I guess I should say you were lucky you came."

"……………… with pleasure"

I can't say very much that Klee told me to come, etc. Ark replied only one word after getting lost.

Isabella and the others also have unspeakable expressions.

The opponent is a ten-year-old girl, no matter what the strongest invincible Arc Rodin, doesn't know how that delicate mind moves.

What did Klee send herself for?

To comfort Eclair? Did you even reflect that you did too much?

It reminds me of Klee in the lounge, but its sincerity is not conveyed at all from its expression.

That's the man who was contrived, Poker Face is a first-class product. I would have liked it to be represented in a slightly different way.

Either way, the fields are too different for Ark and the load is just a little heavy. Powerful phantoms or demons are much better off with this.

"But it's hard to raise a child... I never thought I'd pull it off again with a single defeat"

"... the lady is a strong one. You're bound to get back on your feet."

In a slightly more approaching manner, Montor, standing behind him, speaks forcefully to the Count, who leans forward and sighs.

What a voice to call...... how should I say no if they give me the treasure item. Or it might be more distracting to be waving your sword, without direct comfort.

That's when I heard a fuzzy little scream in Ark's ear, which I seriously simulate in my brain.

"What the fuck!?

"Mr. Ark, get out, it's left!

Benetta, a bandit with a good sense of the moment, stands up and gives him the entrance.

It's a noble mansion. The security is pretty thick. In particular, the guards employed by Sir Gladys, who has an extraordinary confrontation with treasure hunters, are only strong hunter-face losers.

The Lord of Screams was a man. But that voice is not as easy as it sounds in a little incident.

"I'll go first!

Ark was rushing out before Montor gave instructions to the guards.

Open the door vigorously and run through a wide range of carpeted corridors with your buddies. The carpeted flat floor is much easier to walk on than the treasure hall we always explore.

You must have heard screams as well, running past the stifling housemaids.

The scream didn't end in one go. Twice and three times - followed by the sound of breaking glass.

"Why are you screaming at Lord Gladys's mansion?!?

"Mr. Liz may have come to rob a break-in."

"Liz! If you're here! There's no screaming! I'm not going up! Yes!"

The concurrent Isabellas are complaining in a screaming voice.

Again, you weren't talking about comforting the depressed Eclair or anything like that!

I was ready for something to happen, but when I actually experienced it, I felt like I even had nightmares. Of course, not for the first time.

Van Gladys is in the reception room. I don't know what's going on, but Eclair's safety should be a priority.

Nothing had happened, so I was alarmed that it was in time.

No - from here. I have a weapon. There's still magic, and there's potion.

We're all set. Even if a dragon hits you, you can repel it without a problem.

Benetta stops, who was inadvertently leading the way.

From the corner of the corridor in the direction of travel, guards armed with Gladys' crested armor clash against the wall with tremendous momentum.

Stay down on the floor. The armor that covers the steeple shakes, not even pickles while rolling.

Ark predicts the opponent's method of attack at the moment.

I have completely lost consciousness, but no noticeable scars, etc. Were you blown away by force?

The guard is a big man in armor, but a skilled hunter, even if he's not an arc, would be able to do the same if he tried.

Normally, however, such phenomena do not occur. It's too inefficient.

Even if the opponent only had a blunt weapon, he could kill it more efficiently by smashing it from the top than by snapping it off the side. Besides, when there are no cuts...

Behind the arc, the cleric Yu gives you a small voice to report.

"It's okay, I'm still... alive"

".................. oh"

Even given the size of the mansion, there are limits to the size of the subject.

A blind spot, but from beyond the corner, there's no sign that big.

Conspiracy, assassination, or banditry came to steal what Eclair dropped? Various possibilities pass the back of your brain, but it's too unnatural to do things in the Count's mansion.

Isabella pulls out a short cane and Almel sets up a sword. There is no gap in the Son of the Holy Spirit (Arc Brave), which has crept through the treasure hall where we do not know what will happen.

Montor should be calling for security. The more time passes, the more soldiers will gather.

But if the enemy's purpose is Miss Eclair, there is no moment's respite.

Have a word spell, thunder in your left hand. Purple electric playable sound. It's a small light, but it's Ark Rodin's eighteenth with the power to uncover a big man.

A small shadow appears from across the corner.

The look froze Isabella and the others, who were in a state of war.

"Ugh... don't take me for a fool. No, no, don't look. Don't flatter me, don't flatter me. Better than me, wow, you - ahhh!!!

A little sword that he bought for his birthday from his father, who hung unconstructively on his hips, in a pure white dress that became a yore yore. The golden well-groomed hair was disturbed, his feet barefoot and his body's center of gravity fluttered and wobbled, and he's still going to fall.

Isabella leaves one step later with a pale expression. Yu holds his mouth and Benetta pulls his cheeks and takes a forward oblique position.

That was the girl Ark was supposed to be here to see. But now, it's changing from what Ark remembers.

The whole face was covered with pink meat.

A congested blue eye peeks through an empty eye hole and an open pupil is pointing at the arc. The flesh sticking to his expression is peristaltic, and he feels the unobtrusive discomfort of staring at it.

To call it alien, it leaves too much shadow of Eclair. That's why I'm tough.

From that little body, I felt a terribly distorted force. A distorted and big sign, different from the well known Eclair stuff.

Eclair Gladys was certainly full of talent, but that's only what he deserves year after year, and he doesn't have enough physique, skill, or mana material to defeat a duly hired guard. He wasn't there, he should be.

Seeing that appearance, Ark threw up, not angry or calling.

"Hey, I see... did you wear a mask? I don't need a sword - did I... this is... unexpected"

"Ugh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... duh... of?

Ecclair called Arc's name in a voice as if he were in a nightmare.