Strange Grief Wants to Retire ~ The Weakest Hunter Dreams of a Hero ~

Chapter 394.3: Chocolate Bar

Chapter 394.3: Chocolate Bar

I, Alisha Code’s, day is full of brilliance. To me, the room, perfectly managed by the city system, is a cradle, a castle, and the world itself. There are no worries, fears, or fences. For me, these negative emotions only existed in the materials presented to me by the city system during my study time.

For as long as I can remember, I have been in this small, spacious room. This room and the few guests who occasionally come in are everything to me, and I am content with it.

I was always interested in outside the door, but I never wanted to go outside. This room has everything. If you want to see nature, you can command the city system and it will provide you with everything you need. The schedule provided by the city system was never something I was forced to follow. I follow it because it is in my best interest to do so.

My only job is to appoint the extremely rare people who are brought in as my attendants. Rather, the only authority I have is the authority to control this room and the authority to appoint subordinates. From what I have learned from the city system, I know I have other authorities as well, but all of them are frozen. I can refuse the appointment, but it will be pointless and meaningless. If I do not appoint them, then someone with more authority than me??The King who has decided to place me in this room would appoint them instead.

I cannot let the great King of Code do something so trivial.

I cannot hear any outside noise, but the system tells me what to do. The appointment is a very easy task. Moreover, there are few opportunities to do this job. The head butler and chamberlain are occasionally changed, but the Royal Guards are the mechanized soldiers. Recently, the mechanized soldiers have been replaced by human guards, but that is not a very meaningful change to me who is in the room.

Maybe because it is unusual, people start observing me from outside the door more often, but I do not mind. The only thing in the room that I cannot control is the door, so the time when the window in the door is transparent is precious.

The situation surrounding me began to change about a month later when the window in the door, which had rarely been transparent until then, began to become transparent more often.

About five of the Royal Guards who tried to break down the door disappeared. Then the head chamberlain brought in a young man to become a new Royal Guard.

From our first meeting, he was a young man with a strange atmosphere.

He is far less intimidating than the first Royal Guards who have been brought in, and unlike Olivia and Jean, who seem to have no interest in me whatsoever, his eyes are fixed firmly on me. Not only that, but when I waved, he waved back. It was the first time I had ever seen such a reaction, and I couldn’t help but widen her eyes.

And from the next day, the young man begins to hang out in front of my room.

Multiple Royal Guards had come to see me. However, unlike these Royal Guards, the young man is slow to leave. The window in the door remains transparent the whole time. It seems that the young man has no particular business with me.

Although I was confused at first, I quickly adapted.

Opportunities like this do not come around often. I have little to no authority and there is nothing I want the Royal Guards to do for me. It will not be surprising if this young man disappeared at any time.

I showed him what I could show him in this room. My favorite scenery, the wonderful features of this room, the pictures I have drawn??The young man looked at all of it with a *niconico* smile on his face. At the moment when I have shown everything I had, I felt a strong sense of satisfaction. For the first time, I thought that I was glad that the Royal Guard was there. I thought it would be fine if he stayed a little longer. And I also thought it would be nice if he could come to the front of the room.

And then the snack time arrived. As I moved the table and chairs in front of the door and was about to enjoy our first tea time together, I saw it.

The young man took out a mysterious, pitch black snack.

??It is a snack I have never seen before.

I have no idea that such a substance even existed in this world. I cannot even imagine what it might taste like.

As I was captivated by its sight, the young man ate it and narrowed his eyes in gusto.

Up until now, I have never been dissatisfied with my circumstances.

The food the system prepares for me is perfect. The snacks that are always provided are delicious as well, and I know that they have been selected with my physical condition and nutritional value in mind. Still, I cannot help but think that the snack being offered to me seems a little humorless compared to the unknown snack the young man was eating.

The proof of this is that while I have been glued to the young man’s snack, the young man does not seem to be paying much attention to my snack. That one may taste better. No, it definitely tastes better, but………… I cannot believe something like that exists outside.

I finished my snack feeling defeated. But my slightly depressed mood quickly recovered.

If I think about it rationally, there is no need to be depressed. By learning about that snack, my knowledge has increased slightly. If anything, this incident is even a positive thing for me. I can even think positively about it, as the system may give me that snack someday.

??However, that was only the beginning of days of anxiety for me.

From the second day onwards, the young man continued to eat the snack in front of my room with great relish. It seems that the young man has a large amount of pitch-black snacks in his bag. Sometimes he waved the snack in front of me as if to show off, and sometimes he waved it as if he was enjoying seeing my reaction.

No, I know. I know that he does not intend to harass me by doing this. The young man thinks it is okay to give me the snack. He just does not have the means to do it…… But that makes it no different than harassment.

The food he ate during mealtimes was also different from what I was eating, but that was still tolerable.

It is because it was something the system had prepared. If the system could prepare it, it would probably end up in my mouth someday.

But that pitch black snack is different. Once the young man is gone, I would probably never see it again. That snack had that kind of ?Awesomeness? in it.

To be honest, I am very curious about it. If I cannot get it, that means there is no need for me to get it. I understand that, but it is also possible that the city system is just not aware of its existence.

However, my room is almost completely cut off from the outside world. No matter how much the young man wanted to give it to me, there was no way for me to get it.

As I stared at the snacks, unable to give up on it again today, another new Royal Guard girl came near the young man. They talked for a while, but the young man started handing her the pitch black snacks as if it was nothing.

??I could only stare in amazement as her girl ate the precious snack with a difficult look on her face.

There are only a few dozen centimeters between me and the snack, yet to think that I cannot reach it due to a single door.

But there was nothing I could do. There was no other way. The isolation from the outside world exists only to protect me. At the very least, the young man should not eat that snack. He should eat what the system provides for him, not his own snack.

As I press my cheek against the door and try my best to complain, the young man seems to have remembered something and reaches into his bag and pulls out a box of papers.

Apparently there are more than just the pitch black snacks in that little bag. What on earth could it be this time? As I regain some of my composure, the young man brings out a teacup and tilts the paper box towards it.

As the thick, pitch black liquid is poured into it, I really lost mine mind this time.

I am given very few authorities. I cannot open the door, transmit my voice, send messages, emails, or deliver things outside the room. And I can only use certain functions of the room. However, there is only one thing that even I can do when I want something from the outside.

It is just a possibility, but there is one.

I have never used it before. It is because it is a right that is too improper.

My room is sealed off. But Alisha Code knows that there is one connection to the outside world remaining.

It is the King. I can contact the only, ruler of the city, the great King of Code. It is proof that I have inherited the genes of the King of Code.

It is a little embarrassing to ask something like this, but if things continue like this, the young man will probably eat the same pitch-black snacks in front of my eyes tomorrow and the day after. Judging by how he acted today, there is even a chance that there might be more variety in the future.

If I ask the King in good faith, it may be able to work out. Even if it is rejected, it would still be acceptable.

I steel myself and call up the virtual terminal to get in touch.

Thanks for reading! Oops a little bit late but here’s the last part of the chapter With Cry, even an ordinary chocolate bar can become a legendary chocolate bar that pushes Alisha to move and contact the king of Code! So this is the ripple effect of Cry liking chocolate, sasuga Cry!

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