Strange Grief Wants to Retire ~ The Weakest Hunter's Hero Dream - Chapter 249 p2

Chapter 249 Supreme Martial Arts Festival
Part 2
“Wh-What, I was worried for nothing, desu! Hmph! Don’t show us a poor fight, desu!” (Kruz)

“You say you thought too much and couldn’t sleep well, so you mean that you’re fully motivated, huh. That’s rare.” (Sven)

“Master~, please do your best! I’m all set, I bet all my money!” (Tino)

　Tino clenched her fist with a nervous look while encouraging me.

　It’s okay, it’s gonna be okay. Tino’s entire fortune will be covered by Sytry, so it will be okay.

　No, it is not me. I am not a contestant. Those who believe will be saved, I’m not a contestant. I will never compete, I won’t, okay?

　With a gentle smile, I told Tino.

“Tino is a naughty1 girl, huh.” (Cry)

“!? Eh?” (Tino)

　That Tino, she really is a naughty girl for not considering the possibility of someone having the same name as me.

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　The entrance gate. When I showed my ticket and was about to enter, the receptionist opened her eyes and said.

“Cry Andrich-sama………… Huh? You just entered earlier, didn’t you?” (Receptionist)

“Eh!?” (Cry)

　My eyes widened at her unexpected words.
　Sytry and the others who were following behind me were also *pokan* aghast. Sytry quickly interjects.

“Are you sure you didn’t make a mistake with Kryhi Andrichhi?” (Sytry)

“No…… There is no mistake. You already entered.” (Receptionist)

　The receptionist looked at me with a suspicious look on her face.

　Perhaps it might be………… Could this possibly be it?

　That’s right. I don’t remember saying I was going to participate. No matter how much I want to, I wouldn’t mistake participating for watching.

　All became clear and I felt better all at once. I couldn’t help but smile.

　Seriously, so confusing. Who the hell is this Cry Andrich?

　Should I bet on him?

　Lucia looked up at me with a *jii* staring look.

“Why, are you looking so happy about, Leader?” (Lucia)

“For the time being, please let him re-enter.” (Sytry)

When Sytry said that, the receptionist looked at my arm and said.

“Aaaah………… Did you lose your competitors’ proof too? Even though I told you that we wouldn’t reissue it…… Here, please don’t lose it again. Well then, good luck.” (Receptionist)

　While I was relaxed and felt a sense of security, a bracelet was *pachin* snapped onto my hand.
　Haha, a competitor’s proof she said. I don’t need it, you know, I am not a competitor.

“Cry Andrich-san is in the first round so he is over here.” (Receptionist)

“Good luck~, Cry-chan~!” (Liz)

　Hahaha, I told you that this Cry Andrich-san is not me, so it will be alright.

“Here is the waiting room.” (Receptionist)

　Haha, a waiting room, you say, what does a spectator wait for? The only things I am waiting for are drinks and battles.

　The door closed with a *patan* slam sound.
　That sound finally brought me back to myself.

　The waiting room was clean but empty with nothing noteworthy.
　The only furniture present is a chair and a table. Plus a refrigerator. If you look up, the ceiling is right above you. There is no particular place to hide.

　Why, why is this happening to me! Why didn’t you say no loud and clear, me!
　I was so relieved that my brain was completely empty.

　I *kyorokyoro* looked around, but no one seemed to be able to explain this situation to me.

　But the biggest problem is that the real Cry-san, who was supposed to be waiting here, is not here.

　There is nowhere to hide in the waiting room.

　At any rate, hoping for a slim ray of hope, I opened the small beverage fridge.

“Cry-saaan, are ya heeere?2” (Cry)

　All that was inside were a few bottles of water. It’s bad, I didn’t think he would be here, but he was seriously nowhere to be found.

　No, not yet. We don’t know yet. It is possible that Cry Andrich is a liquid creature, right? There should have been no racial restrictions on the contestants of the Supreme Martial Arts Festival, right?

“Cry-saaan, is this Cry-san? Or is this maybe Cry-san? Or is this him?” (Cry)

『Kyan !』 (?)

　When I took out bottles of water one by one as a way to escape reality, a bottle of water screamed.
　That was when I came back to myself for a second time.

“Gotta go to the toilet……” (Cry)

　It’s bad, this is not the time to escape reality. This is not the time for auditory hallucinations.

　Where is the real Cry-san?