Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

At the dawn of the second snowstorm, the collector finds the hunter.

Behind the invisible hunters was a brunette girl.

After the summoner of the same town left without a thing, the Caveman never left the cave in the care of the child warcraft.

Boiled and melted portable food, encourage bowel movements, wash your body. I was alone. My life got busy as soon as I could.

The portable food, which had a year's worth, remained more than half due to frequent stunning in a cave life of one hundred and eighty days, but just as much disappeared into the belly of a child warcraft.

The treasurer himself ate the flesh of the prey left behind by the Parent Warcraft and the weeds that had no poison or benefit. I was tired of cell phone food.

It was also about this time that I thought it would be inconvenient not to have a name forever, and the collector held the child warcraft with both hands and lifted it up in front of him, and unsuccessfully checked his groin, whether it was a male or a female, etc.

What's hanging doesn't seem to be on the table, but is it something that's hanging in the first place, or is it in the body? I flipped over or peeked, but couldn't seem to discern a collector who had never raised mammalian species on Earth either.

At this point, the cockroach of the child warcraft gets slightly worse.

In the end, he named himself 'Snow White (Yuki)', either male or female, but he finally got his face snapped with the tail of a snow white, knowing he was highly intelligent and only insensitive, as he first tried to put on a silochrome.

The child warcraft, named Snow White, had been pointing that way at the collector for a while.

The time quickly passed with such a doozy, and finally the snow completely melted off and the occasional warm breeze mixed in the cold wind.

Snow and white twisted their long black and white tails as they flew next through rocky protruding slopes and steep mountain skins.

After about 90 days, Snow White is now about the size of a medium-sized dog. Except for its size, it looks just like a parent warcraft.

Its character seems similar.

Now I was pointing that pitiful gaze at the collector.

He looked down at the treasurer following the sloping plants, stopping from the rock like a parent warcraft that day.

There was no choice but to do so.

Snow and white immediately showed more adaptability, both in discerning edible weeds and poisonous grasses, in hunting small animals, and in escaping from external enemies.

If the collector is about to pick poisonous herbs poisonous flowers poisonous mushrooms, he is coached on the tail, and if the small animal takes his signs, he is pitied, and if he is hooked on a spider thread full of big thorns, he protests with pessimpesin and tail after he manages to escape alone and alone. Needless to say, without snow and white, the collector would have been a bait.

Warcraft was found in magic books when they were born to see spirits and magic powers, but the fact that they could be collected, hunted and escaped even though they were not learned by their parents was due to the fact that all five senses were accompanied by that power.

With the tall grass and small animals thriving, the zodiac was rubbed into the life of the mountain.

While I was repeating that, another snowstorm came.

The scratch of the knife became four hundred, and the possessor tentatively made this his own age twenty-six as a year.

The collector assumed that the season would tour in roughly 400 days. It was roughly 400 days, with 180 days of severe winter blizzards, 90 days of cold weather during which snow broke and it froze, 40 days of warm weather during which plants and animals were active, and 90 days of cold weather and hard winter.

Listening to the blowing noise without a view up or down, the collector was combing snow and white with a tawashi-like brush made from the tail of a three-horned deer.

The skin was worn out to eat meat, and I tried to make the leftover tail for comfort and Snow White liked it.

The harsh winter season for the collector had to cage, but it seems different for Snow White. Going out like every day, he occasionally returns with his prey.

When he returns, the collector jumps into the bath where he made the floor of the cave, and when it's over, he pays the water to lie down in front of the collector and reminds him.

It is naturally the job of the collector to bring the snow from the outside and boil the water with the fire sperm, as well as to comb the snow whites in the bath while drying.

I had nothing to say about myself not being able to hunt or collect properly this season, but I was one gothic collector who still didn't know if I was entrusted or protected.

There was also one more room.

It is the working room and athletic field of the collector created further back of the deepest room. The width was enough to afford a little more than being able to spread both hands, but it was lengthened vertically and there was a clutter of suspicious things near the entrance, and the back was so deep that the bow seemed to release.

The Collector uses it here to mess around with the likely parts of the Parent Warcraft's leftover prey and what he collects himself, practice magic, muscle tread, etc.

He was somewhat clever enough to think about working as a clerk, but about Sunday carpenter at best.

As you would have guessed from the fact that the brush that could have been done was not without an undressed tawa, it was positive that the customer had to use it.

The second hard winter period ended when I was living such a subtly fulfilling snowy mountain life.

Again, more or less on the 180th, the Caveman first dug a letter in the cave.

And soon the Caveman and Snow White jumped out of the cave with the dawn.

Snow and white have become almost the same as Earth's snow leopards, and they are still flying up close to ten meters of rock and looking around.

We're checking for hunters.

During the harsh winter months, after explaining the night the Parent Warcraft was crusaded against Snow White, the collector discussed what to do with the next crusade day.

Even though we discussed it, the collector talked about it, and to the extent that Snow White snorted or hated it.

Neither Snow White nor the Collector thought to take revenge in it.

Hidden lurk so you can't find it. Run around.

It is hide and seek.

Never, however, be found.

There are more hands to escape than this land, but it hated snow and white.

It seemed different to Snow White that he would run away from this mountain and not be found.

Is it aware of Nawabari?

Even so, the treasurer only follows it, it is the fate of snow and white.

Once a year, you just have to run away.

The collector thought they would probably give up after three days, three days of harsh winter vacation.

A giant poisonous spider with great thorns begins to walk wide through this mountain after three days. The yarn previously caught by the collector was also the yarn of this spider, and that figure was what made the collector think he never wanted to see it again.

If there's a hunter that gets this far while slowly knocking down a big spider that looks comparable to a parent warcraft, we'll have to escape, but a lot of hunters should avoid acting.

That is the three-day deadline.

Without the presence of an irregular, no snow and white will ever be found. Naturally, I couldn't find a collector to hide the snow and white, and the prey didn't seem to notice me until close range.

Target is snow white.

You can find the keeper, because he's just a human being.

Whether it seems somewhat suspicious or not, it will work.

I can suddenly narrow the eyes of the collector I thought that way.

Far below the rock shelf, we captured a group of hunters.

There was a brunette named Acari in it.

It was a discovery ahead of Snow White, but there was no sign of joy in the collector.

There was a group in the valley of the steep mountains.

The number is fifteen.

Would it be salvation to dress each differently?

Clearly in the direction of the snow and white, we are likely to arrive in less than a day.

The collector frowned that things had become very troublesome.

I don't know the details, but the summoner in the same town seemed to have advanced defensive abilities.

You'll definitely find them first.

I can't handle snow and white as long as I keep track of the place.