Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

Maxeem went on before the collector tried to say something.

"It won't take that long. I'll go to the temple after I leave the country, and then I'll pick you up."

"Temple?"

Akali takes over the question of the collector.

"There is a judgment of fact, which proves the innocence of the person. Hey, don't look like that, it says on your face it's frigid."

The collector looked exactly like a frigid.

"Because, hey."

"Sure, until recently, there was no magic like a lie detector. But the so-called" brave man "changed it."

"... I see"

"Yeah, it's the power of the brave called" The Gift of the Spirit "(Duhbadala) or" God's Guardian "(Providence). Her power is to answer the question of 'her' when it comes to 'the sickle of fact' (factosis), and lying leads to the worst death. Of course, if that's true, there's no scratch."

"That's another troublesome force."

Akali laughs bitterly.

"Yeah, you're right. So she declares that she belongs to a country or organization that exercises her powers and puts up the conditions she seeks."

(One, as a referee of facts, creates a new system and place that includes the conditions it seeks)

(One, institutions, referees do not allow interference from any authority)

(One, only the person's petition can be tried, and must not be compelled by any other person)

(One, the questions shall be submitted to the person, but it must be strict)

(One, this ritual only proves the facts alleged by the person. no other proof)

(One, the supreme referee of this ritual is notified to the nations. Otherwise it stays only in the country concerned)

(One, normally a referee proves that fact with or without a wound. What is the Supreme Judge? Prove his innocence by risking his life)

"Well, you've been thinking about it a lot."

"At the time, I was in third grade, but I'm a Rin man. He wanted to be a police officer or a lawyer."

"Well, if it works, but"

"... a little extra, isn't it?"

"It's like a piece of shit. So, he called it a temple. Sounds like a lot of power."

Though there was no point in not having the power to guarantee the facts, it was a lot more intelligent, and the collector threw away the snowflake that had come to Snow Mountain, with the back of a snowflake hitting the second meat mass.

"... Yes. One of the major religions of Elipus, Sandra, accepted her and created a temple in the Western City of Proven, the main mountain, where she began judging the facts. … although the system has never been used yet."

"And he said," I will cross the temple to receive that judgment. "

Maxime nodded beside the acari.

"I'll take care of Mr. Maxime, but that's all I have."

"I don't know, you're in trouble."

With that in mind, the acari sighed heavily.

"I was disappointed when I spoke to Mr. Maxime. Really, it's a hassle"

"You can go home now."

The collector made fun of it.

"You can't do that, I don't have faith."

"I guess, it wouldn't be that convenient for a modern child to have an acceptable religion"

"So leave the clams with John until then -"

"" -John? "

Akari took the hatena mark, and the keeper, who noticed the pseudonym, laughed off cookly.

I have blue muscles on my picky Maxime temples.

"Sorry, I forgot. A treasurer."

Maxime exhaled loudly to calm herself.

"Klund. I see. I'm just wondering where you're from."

"Tofu, give it to me."

"... okay, that's the thing. Do you mind?

Maxime and Akali's gaze gathered at the collector.

The next morning.

The morning sun plunged into the dim cave and the clear air of the mountains poured in.

"Is that okay?

Akali spoke from behind the snow white with the collector who was out and stretching.

"What about Maxime?

"I'm still sleeping in Big Ibiki."

"That's pollution."

"I'm used to it. So, are you sure?

"You just have to hide the clams as they are treated as unknown. That's all right."

"But in case they find out,"

"You could be like when you're an acari"

"... if not"

I don't know, and the treasurer turned his heel back and went back to the cave.

I was strangely concerned about the side of the clam.

"Klander, you too, take the mountain."

What's the collector talking about? I look like he is.

"This time, I didn't bring any clam baggage. If you move it poorly, you'll be surprised."

"So what?"

"I would have worn it if it was me or you, but not the acari."

"... oh, I see"

The collector looked terribly nasty.

That's why I'm recommending you to the Hunter Society.

The collector looked even worse.

"You don't look so bad. I may not trust you because of the clams, but the hunter's card can also be an ID. There's no harm in you either."

"I can't do that."

Akali says so modestly, but I don't feel good about being a keeper when the younger female students cover me up.

"Okay, sweetheart."

That's all the collectors said to sigh.

Dropped off by Acari, the collector descended the mountain with Maxime.

Snow White was asked to attract the great thorny ground spider (Athrabasik) along the way, and asked for the clams of the cave as they were. I couldn't just take you to the village. Although Snow White was a little dissatisfied.

"- You're not just feeding Ilnique."

Maxeem was impressed when he saw the treasurer sniffing around the mountain.

"Otherwise, you won't live."

Instead of bursting into strength like Maxime, the collector was sultry down like a bobcat or something. That shall be the gift of the incense pottery of snow and white.

Before the sun went down, the two of them could creep through the village gates.

At the entrance one was stuffy, but he was able to forcefully enter with one of Maxime's titles.

"You were surprisingly powerful."

"Hung, to this extent, it's not power or anything."

The two walk through the village dyed at dusk.

Cooking smoke was rising from a small stone house with chimneys, densely lined up on the main road that runs longitudinally through the village from the gate.

The shop and others facing the road looked at the restaurant and seemed to be closed already.

Looking at the villagers knocking on the doors of closed shops and negotiating something, it didn't seem to be at all accommodating either. It would be a small village, a guy called Help.

Hidden voices and gazes were gathered from all around them as they walked down the main road.

The collector also somehow figured out that it was the same cause of one stuffing with the gatekeeper.

"I decide that a child abandoned in the mountains managed to live and live"

Maxime whispered.

The collector nodded.

The Hunter Association Salehad branch, which entered through the gate and was just off the main road, was exactly like a fantasy tavern.

Pushing in an old wooden swing door, he had a counter with a bald bartender on his right hand and a wooden staircase on his left going to the upper floor.

Several men were drinking at the counter. There were things like chimps and dog-eared overhead, things like little dwarves and just like hunters.

Some of them were somewhat exploring how Maxeem was from the moment he entered the branch.

The collector looked around the building with some touching eyes.

Maxeem heads silently to the reception counter at the front.

Without rushing, the collector looked around intriguingly after Maxime.

"Oh, I recommend one to the hunter."

Officials at the counter who look at Maxime like that when they get to the counter. while Maxime received something like a dog tag removed from his neck.

"I thought it popped up without a word, suddenly"

"Oh, please."

"... was she there?

Officials look at Maxime as if he were rushing.

"Do I look like I was there?

Maxime looked up.

…… So, recommendation is a young man... a race you've never seen. "

"I'll cover your arms, but you can start at the bottom of the provisional application"

"It's recommended by the captain of White Spear, the exclusive hunting team of the United Kingdom. I'll skip identification checks, exams, and explanations, but I'll put on a mentor the first time or a few times, okay?"

I have my doubts about Akali, but I can't hold back the exercise of authority any more than Maxime is not doing something.

Officials proceed pale.

"Oh, I don't mind."

"Really? Come here, then."

The collector stopped in front of the counter.

"Come here. Name and place of birth."

"No lettering"

Officials can look at the collector's face once and then pull in the paper they offered.

"Oral, then"

"Klund. From… the Allerduria Mountains"

Officials also look at the collector's face, and now Maxime.

"I picked it up when I was looking for clams. He was abandoned by his parents around the time of his death, and he managed to survive."

"... ok. Mr. Maxime, please confirm."

"Keep it up."

"Okay. Mr. Maxime can tell you exactly what the association rules are. And do you make aptitude decisions?

"Whoa, do it"

"Really, it's been about ten years since you've judged here"

"I usually end up in school or something, but this guy's in the mountains."

Things will be decided next without the consent of the collector.

Maxime explains that he noticed a bumpy collector.

"Measuring innate affinity with each Spirit, like it worked out"