Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

A man emerged in the dark corner of the room.

Only a few men advanced one step at the window, illuminated by the blue moon.

messy cut black hair, strong cautionary burnt brown eyes, rubbed-out clothes of unknown prototype, heaped shoes for repair.

Might be a little small for a middle meat mid back, but his robust body seemed to make up for it. Especially the left and right forearms were so well developed that even from above what looked like a shirt.

If he is just a figure, he cannot be considered a floater, but he is surprisingly small and beautiful without a terrible smell.

I can't feel any color.

At least there was no smell of any race, race, ethnicity, or nation that Maxim knew.

Probably must be a 'race', but a race in the southeast of the continent, and even closer to mountain people among them, but there's no way such a guy is here.

The air I had was different when it came to citizens, vagabonds and displaced people.

I tried to say the person behind it, but there was no shadow specific to that kind of person.

Maxeem looked at the collector as he stared.

The treasurer flaunted his shoulders,

"Is this all right? We don't have much time."

"The clams are safe, right?

"I'm safe. You went down the mountain once, didn't you?

"Oh, well..."

Maxeem decided that Acari's ability made this village an enemy and realized he couldn't come back. At the same time, I understood that you were telling this man about your abilities.

"So, why is this happening?"

"... chip, do I have to trust you? What's your name?"

"John."

"You're going to hide it, fake name. Come on. Well, I'm Maxime, the giant species as you can see. In case you betray me, - I'll kill you."

The overwhelming violence of the giant species was directed at the Caveman as a shapeless killer.

Maxeem remained seated on the bed, but his body, which was as much as two layers of the original collector vertically, raised a shirt and skinned trousers that seemed to swell up and dull enough to be ripped off. From between the appropriately tended redhead and the moustache, a slight blue eye looked to the treasurer.

I'm not sure how old I am, but I have the closest image of this happening when the mythical Hercules gets older.

For the first time, the collector received the willingness of a pure man to kill, and the cold sweat did not stop.

Still, you can't just break your expression. My heart is also frustrated when my expression breaks. At least don't just think you can collapse yourself.

"... oh, kowaii kowaii"

So putting it to words relieves the stress a little bit. Even to that extent, the collector was much easier.

Chick Maxime tongued in frustration.

"He's a bad guy, I don't know why"

After squealing like that, I started talking about the situation with a face like crushing a bitter bug. Sounds like a story I don't like very much.

He mistook me for how good he was, and the keeper told Maxime's story with deep relief.

This is what Maxeem told me when he exchanged anger.

Hunters who went on the White Phantom Crusade returned, but only four, including Zaul, a former noble hunter.

Zaul reported to the Hunter Association that Akali deliberately led the hunters to the nest of the Great Thorn Spider (Athrabasik) and drove them to destruction.

The association and parliament did not do much research and immediately arranged for the nomination of the acari with life and death unknown.

Hunters have been more respected in Dorgan than in ancient times because of their borders, but hence the betrayal of hunters was never tolerated and severe punishment was imposed.

Maxime naturally protested, too, but it was unacceptable.

I wondered if the Laurana Congress contacted would conduct a rigorous protest and investigation, and would not confine itself to asking for a protest and fair deliberation by text, and would not take measures such as sending personnel in.

Laurana's council cut the helm in the direction of acari, a hazy brave man with unstable abilities. It's about getting a good brave man instead of taking an acari, and I dared to help the acari crush the dolphins and avoid stirring up their relationship with the dolphins any more.

"I know you're lying about Saul's bastard, but I don't have any proof."

"What about the other hunters?

"All the hunters who came back alive are the hunters of his children. I'm gonna put my back together."

"You didn't go looking for it yourself... shouldn't you?

"Stop talking like that in that chill. Yeah, if you can, you can go."

"It's a habit. I'll quit when I get used to it."

"Chip.... even if I find a clam, the guy watching me will take the clam as it is. If they chase me on a national basis, I won't get away with it."

Maxime is going to regret it.

"I see. So, what do you want to do?

Maxeem gazes at the collector's mouth as if it were from person to person.

"First of all, I can't talk about not seeing Akali, but before I do, I don't know why I'm here."

The collector looked like trouble for some reason.

"Purpose,"

Honestly, the collector was in trouble.

There was no particular purpose, and I came down impulsively.

Summoned to arrive at Snow Mountain approximately 580 days. It is certainly a good opportunity, should it be time to shift from 'survival' to 'life'?

I don't mind shifting, but I'm sorry for the inconvenience.

First of all, I don't want to engage with brave men other than Akali. I don't even want them to know. I have nothing but trouble.

I don't want people in this world to recognize me as a summoner. I only have trouble with this again.

In other words, it came down to people as locals hiding in the mountains, in the best direction.

What should the mountaineer locals do if they helped the acari?

No, as things stand, it may be only a matter of time before Maxime finds out about my relationship with Akali.

Can I trust this man?

That said, it doesn't mean you can read a person's psyche, or you can do abdominal arts.

"Promise me you won't divulge your information to anyone first"

"Ah?

"Acari has promised me that, too. I want to live quietly."

"I don't know which child or warrior, but do you believe in promises like that?

"The guy who can't keep his word is a scumbag. Well, not until you risk your life."

"... hunters are similar"

"Good. For now, think of yourself as a mountain man who lived hiding in the mountains."

You're going to go this far and hide it.

"I think you can guess somehow. I hope you don't divulge that."

Maxime looks troublesome.

Ignore Maxime like that and the collector goes on.

"My purpose this time is to have between Akali and Mr. Maxime. I haven't decided on a reward, but think of it as a bona fide third party."

"Maxime is fine. Goodwill, huh? There's nothing I can do about it."

"Is Acari now the Allerduria Mountains? I'm over there."

"Are you in the White Phantom?

"Is that what happened here? I've never been from a mountain, so I don't even know the name, but last year, someone was hunting for a great warcraft."

"Oh, well, that's us. I thought that was the limit to what humans can do to Matomo."

"I won't go further back or up than that. It's been snowblowing almost all year."

"I guess. Right, were you up there? I can't find him. If that's the case, I don't even need to bust the surveillance. Can you take me?

I guess they're asking me to face Maxime and Akari while spreading surveillance in the dark.

"... if you don't have to question the life or death of surveillance"

"I'm more than ready to go into the mountains.... Kill him?

"No, I spider"

Maxime looked disgusted with his face.

"Kake... is that you? Who spidered on Zaul?

As I noticed along the way, this time it makes me feel killer.

"I hope you'll find out soon enough, but it's me. What a coincidence. Living with your hunted Warcraft children. I couldn't have been hunted."

"... life with Irnik? It's not funny if you're joking, but you don't have to."

"Condemn me or something, Camben."

"... well, you promised. I mean, what if I tickle you?

"I'll run away. - Shield the clams."

"... don't feel sorry for me, I can't help it if I turn you into an onna shield"

"It's not as pathetic as breaking a promise."

A threatening silence drifted between them.

"Then, even by tomorrow, in the camp in front of the spider Nawabari. I'll get in touch with the camp here. For once, I tell you, come alone."

The collector vanished into darkness without waiting for Maxime's response.

Maxime was the only one left in the room in the room with no trace of it.

"I'm not gonna lose, but I don't even want to."

The poisonous worm, it also reminded Maxime of a guy like that who doesn't usually do any harm but sprinkles poison and blows himself up at the moment of being eaten.

But if he were to eat the clams, Maxeem stared at the axe on the wall.