Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

When the villagers were asleep, several shops hung lighted lamps of fire.

I hear drunk voices leaking outside, mostly in the liquor store.

In the shadow of it, there was a treasurer.

As usual, I wore worn worn worn out work clothes that would stand out in this world, but I could not be blamed in this village with little light.

While wondering if the first person had infiltrated, the collector (Kurado) peered into the tavern for a glimmer.

The day after the clams were sent, the collector found a fluttering clam at the critical point of the Nawabari boundary of the Great Thorn Spider (Athrabasik).

It was easy to speculate that he had fallen out of the foothills alone, nerving the nawabari of the great thorny ground spider, but why this seems to be the case.

When the collector, who was about to return to the cave after a dive rabbit hunt, ran over, the acari fell flat.

Literally a raven diving a stone, but rather than that, I gave my prey to Snow White, and I held up a clam.

After letting him sleep in the cave, he woke up awhile later. Akali talked about spilling potatoes.

There is not so much information though.

When I got down the mountain, the village at the foot was stained bright red with hostile reactions.

Even though there is smoke rising from the village, it turns out that it is not a monster (monster) raid or a great outburst of warcraft (stampede) when you look where there is no chirping or rushing.

A closer look at the reaction of the village at the foot showed that not everything was red, places such as gatekeepers, hunter association branches, village chief houses, shops and inns, and not all villagers' houses were red.

The collector was listening to it in silence.

When Akari managed to finish talking, she covered her face with her hands in the emotions that crept up.

I couldn't get a whimper.

I was afraid that people would turn red in their own depository strangers. It was horrible to see enemy reactions that also changed from day to day coming out of the summoned school.

And now it's a village. Not all villagers were close, but until the other day the village, which had been successful and gentle, was stained red. There was unrecognizable fear and sadness.

"Well, a good opportunity. I'm just gonna check on you."

The acari rubbed his eyes with gossip, then raised his face.

"... do you have an ID or something?"

"There's no way."

"You can't go in there. It's okay, I'm confused and disturbed here, but if we go back to Laurana, we'll figure it out."

"What if Laurana was turning red too?"

……

Acari was speechless, as if it were the words of an inexcusable collector.

Then I exchanged some and asked Snow White about the acari, and the collector went down the mountain.

It was far from when the sun went down directly above it and the collector was also in Japan that night when he arrived in the village at the foot about the time he crossed the sun, but he was not so aware of himself because the comparison was snow-white.

Days similar to the physical adaptation by being summoned to Snow Mountain and the training monks caged in Snow Mountain for roughly 580 days had also begun to come off the border of the ordinary people of this world obliquely.

lit by the pale moonlight. It was as if it were an old fort.

The collector was feeling intimidated as he checked the perimeter watch.

The village was surrounded by moats and dirt walls.

The moat was not as wide as water, but as wide as the canoe could possibly go, and the dirt walls were likely to be as long as the backs of ordinary people.

By the way, traces of restoration reminded me of warriors in the war.

But in other words, that's all.

I had been explained by Akali that there was going to be some kind of surveillance and vigilance magic, but not to the extent of such a thing village.

They say there are magic barriers and alert magic itself. Autonomous magic, mostly hidden by the state, but recently a generic barrier that falls a few steps in effect, alert magic, was sold, but very expensive.

Even without relying on barriers, the Dorgans can all fight.

It is the pride of the Dorgans who have been fighting monsters (monsters) and warcraft since ancient times.

Every time something happened, the Dolgan Congress shouted out loud like that, but everyone knew it was just pre-construction.

The truth is, I ran out of money.

The absence of barriers in the capital meant that the nation's mentes could not stand, but could not afford to buy barriers to other peripheries.

The collector gently broke into the village.

I made a small scaffold out of dirt magic and went up.

It was a dig for monsters and warcraft, and because it was a dirt wall, it had to be said that the collector did not refuse to enter.

That's how the collector started looking for the liquor store, as Akali told him.

Maxime had been drinking away since the acari went missing.

As a result of the political deal, the acari would be loaned to the Dolgan, which could not be stopped.

I forcefully took a vacation to send Akari to Salehad, a village at the foot of the Alerduria Mountains, but Akari did not return as soon as I went hunting.

I now regretted that I did not leave it with the old noble hunter, but it was a later festival.

How many times have I thought about going looking for it myself?

Maxime drank a dozen rough distilled liquors and slammed them abusively on every bottle of desk.

Double the race. The bottle looks terribly small compared to one giant species.

Seeing as where that doesn't crack, I know it's still doing the trick, but sparse customers didn't try to engage the rough giant species by breathing.

Almost simultaneously with the sound of tapping that bottle, a crude paper beauty slipped sully in front of Maxime.

Maxime tries to take it.

But the paper chile was just taken away.

"That sounds interesting."

Only a few men wandered silently at Giraffe and Maxime.

It is the surrounding of the old aristocratic hunter. Guys like chimps everywhere, but these guys were watching Maxim all the time.

"... hehe, don't feel bad"

Chimps glance at the paper beauty but neck it.

"It just looks like a whore's invitation... but don't report it all."

Chimps walked out of the store to escape, flickering with his fingers at the paper beauty.

"Shit."

With Don Maxime's slapped fist, the bottle drops with a loud noise.

Standing up, Maxime left the store with a few notes on his desk.

Only tranquility was left in the tavern, like after the typhoon left.

Back in the inn, Maxime got the key at the entrance and went into the room, sitting on the bed without even turning on the light.

"... the person behind it"

Maxime smashed into a dark room where no one was.

"No, you don't believe in things like that, do you?"

I only heard a blurry voice.

"For your information, why did you think to believe me?

"The handwriting of the Shadow Letter is the same as that of Akali. I don't know. Letters."

"Oh, I see. Bye."

"Wait, I trusted that it belonged to Akali. But I don't trust anyone in the village who uses dark elf magic. Show yourself."

The Zao used dark elf magic to haunt the darkness of the night.

The possible magic of the Spirit of Darkness is to be dispersed in darkness, to manipulate shadows. If you can't semi-materialize darkness and shadows and use them for attacks, you can't store them or curse them.

It literally just manipulates' Darkness and Shadow '.

Due to its nature, it has no use in ordinary humans, on the other hand, dark spiritual magic is poorly imagined because criminals, bandits, killers, etc. like to use it. It was easy to be thought of as the person behind it, as Maxim put it.

And the collector contacted Maxime with dark elf magic even in the liquor store.

He slipped into the inviting letter of the public whore with the wind elite magic and no change of philosophy whatsoever, and at the same time reflected a letter on his desk in its shadow.

Even if I noticed the signs of wind elf and picked up the letter, I could never feel the signs of dark elf magic when used at night.

If Maxime lifts the shadow at the same time as he stands, there will be no evidence left.

Later, all we have to do is follow Maxime to reach the inn.

In order to actually observe Maxime's placement in the tavern, save him the hassle of finding a place to stay, and avoid being slashed by Maxime in the inn room, he used a far-fetched means, such as shadow letters.

That makes me suspicious, so this world is hard too.

The collector scattered the darkness that was haunting him, thinking so.