Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

The collector was staring.

Irida looks at it later and remembers and laughs bitterly at the words of a nobody who ever cared.

Less is better for hunters.

The grocery store bought dozens of ink kettles and notebook-sized leaf paper, and the collector had a hole in the edge on the spot to go through the strings we bought together and make something like a miscellaneous book.

The paper that was kept in the grocery store had small amounts of leaf paper, parchment paper, rough paper and white cloth and was dusty, but expensive except for the leaves.

This leaf had also been grabbed with copies of requisitions and orders, as well as a piece of paper that had written the magic formula that Baron Potapenko had given me.

Leaf paper is a single leaf of demon wood that becomes a paper-like material when it is dried, but even if it is large, it can only be about the size of a notebook. Sure, it's cheap and mass-produced, but it doesn't last long. Looks like I'm gonna be worn out after about two years.

The shelf life can be extended if appropriate measures are applied, but the cost jumps, so they say they will use a highly preserved piece of paper from the beginning.

In this case, feather pens and other pens used by the association seem to dominate, and even small pens made by the collector from the tail of the three-sword antler (Aromelli) could be used without any problems.

I kept writing about it in my magic book, and when I finally ran out of sharp pen core and ballpoint pen ink ran out, it was made by the collector on the brush.

In the mountains, as ink, I burned the trees and bones and mixed the coal with water, but since it was only thin, I mixed the appropriate sap and pine yani and boiled them, etc., and when I tried some of them, I managed to use them for about the degraded product of the ink.

I didn't bring anything together, so I bought an ink kettle.

Not that many, but the number of items was strangely abundant in the division of the border, but thank goodness this grocery store was unloading paper and ink to the association.

That's why they never made me as bad as the association, and they seemed to sell me as long as I paid them.

The grocery store herself laughs at the marginal price. Still, a customer who rarely buys paper or ink seems to be happy, giving me some extra.

Thus the zodiac stared at the great tree with the foggy swarm of birds (Tucorska).

After returning from the grocery store, it will always be.

I don't have the appearance of using miscellaneous books and brushes.

After noon, we approach the evening.

Futozo opened his mouth.

"Is it okay to rock that tree? Of course I'm not gonna hurt the bird."

Irida was absent.

"Mm, oh, no unusual breeding behavior unless you scratch or kill"

"Right."

So I stared at the tree again.

The next day, and the next day, the collector did so and observed the fog group Tucorska.

Elida hooked up with it again.

Alcohol in one hand, though.

The zodiac would have followed the fog group Tukorska all over the village. Sometimes I went outside the village.

On the night of the second and third days, the fog swarm (Tukorska) shocked sleeping trees to such an extent that they shouted out loud.

Only when did the strange deeds of the Zao become rumours throughout the village.

And early morning of the fourth day.

"Probably, I can"

The collector pounded and spilled.

Irida, who was camping with him in a tree-like position from afar, saw the collector with a surprise face.

"I let Atashi hang out this far at all, I guess we have a chance, don't we?

The collector laughed niggardly, painting and explaining in the miscellaneous book.

Says as Irida was impressed by the explanation.

"You... why are you so good at painting"

The collector makes an eh face.

"There?... a hobby"

"Ahahahahahahahahahaha, the hunter doesn't paint. The association is so keen on a guy who doesn't look like a hunter like this, it's not funny. Kuku, Puhaha"

He's still a little drunk.

"Shit, you drunk. So, what do you say?

"I'm not drunk with this much booze. But, well,... maybe we should."

That's how Irida laughed niggly.

The collector went back to the association to pick up the net, and Elida went to talk to the surrounding residents.

It's easier for Elida to say it, but the story is easy to follow.

The collector safely borrowed the biggest net from the association and went back to the big tree outside the village, holding the net.

In the middle of the night, the fog group Tukorska fell asleep.

Misty birds (Tukorska) never come from the village.

To be precise, all fog birds (Tucorska) never leave the village at once. They split into several groups and say to the water field, go to the bait yard, or leave a message at a rest point that is a screw.

Therefore, it was unlikely that it would be possible to encapsulate itself with spiritual magic where it was outside the village.

And before the sun goes down, I go back to the tree of the twist, and I go to bed.

It was also difficult as long as it adhered to the rules of the village, the rules of the association and the national rules.

However, it is a treasurer who was in modern Japan.

I did some errands that the collector asked me to do. When Irida came back, I turned to the collector and laughed nicely.

It doesn't seem to be a problem.

And the sun goes down.

Midnight with no moonlight.

Suddenly...

A tall explosion that could break your eardrum.

Then an explosion of flashes that burn out every retina.

The net spreads into the sky so as to cover the tree without prolonged hair.

At some point, around the tree, the doughnut mould is sprinkled with water, which freezes snugly.

The shadows move and run around the trees.

And the zodiac and Irida moved out.

After illuminating the field with the light of the light essence maintained and placed for flashing, all the ends of the net on the tree are collected in the trunk, leaving it in a cheeky state.

The foggy birds caught in the branches of the trees (Tukorska) are then asked by the wind to stab the tortoise and drop it into the flexible area at the bottom of the net. I'm fainting. I don't need that much firepower to kill a little bird. Cut the dong neck with about the sharpness of the knife.

When it's over, it falls into a bump and stabs a tortoise into a fog-swarm bird (Tukorska) that is only thinly frozen on the surface as soon as it falls.

Within doing so, the inhabitants who had only been evacuated today came to see how they were doing with the other inhabitants.

But its face is still half-hearted.

Although I evacuated all day today because my beautiful sister, Irida, asked for it, I don't even know what would happen to the bird. It was due to the village chief's failure, the low cost of the request and the fact that the request was left alone for a long time because there was no immediate danger to his life.

In the villagers' gaze, Zao and Irida went around stabbing Todome for good reason.

It's easier to faint inside.

"What are you doing?"

The branch manager appears scratching the villagers. Behind it were some old men who grew unfamiliar jawbeards.

Seems to have made an explosion.

The collector and Irida are moving around because they haven't heard the branch manager.

The branch manager who hung his eyebrows grabbed the builder's shoulder as he ran.

"Out of the way, out of the way"

It is a battle with time. The collectors don't have time to worry about it either.

The branch manager, who was given his arm with unexpected strong force, now rushes over to Irida.

"What are you talking about?

Elida doesn't blame her as much as her collector, but she says it seems annoying.

"Don't you see? I don't have time for this."

That brings Irida back to work.

The branch manager, who was not dealt with by either of us, had no choice but to look at it with a grumpy face.

When the sun comes up, the two finally stab all the todomes and finish collecting their mouths, which are crusade proof sites.

Use the shadow to see if there are any remaining birds, and after rinsing the tree a few more times, remove the net.

Pah, and one flew away.

And the second one.

Branch manager laughs niggardly, later old man's face blues.

The first fog group of birds (Tukorska) dropped when a shrug sounded.

Then, there was a sound, and a second fog group of birds (Tucorska) fell.

He was looking at the collector who threw the boomerang, as Elida, who shot the arrow, was impressed.

The collector had his chest down that the boomerang was not coming off and was sincere.

"So, do you want me to explain what that means? Looks like we're seeing more than a second degree of magic.

Irida and the collector look at each other, and Irida opens her mouth.

"Where did you say second-degree magic was exercised?

The branch manager further narrows his eyes.

"That sound and light, in terms of magnitude, is second class, if I'm wrong, it's first class. A lot of people are watching, and you can't get away with it."

"So, where are you going?"

"Nowhere, nothing, that tree... what do you mean"

At last the morning sun rose and the light plunged into the great tree.

It is true that the bodies of the fog group Tucorska are piled up, but otherwise they are only wet around the great trees. There was no scratch on the ground or on the great tree without a glimpse.

There were no signs of the use of second-degree magic, which is killing magic, or first-degree magic, which is mass extermination magic.

"I'm not using anything but third-degree magic unless it hurts the tree."

"So I'm gonna ask you how to do that."

The branch manager yelled.

Elida glances over her shoulder and looks at her keeper.

The treasurer laughed and answered.

- It's a secret.

There's no way I can just reveal it in my hand. And to the branch manager opponent.

The branch manager turned bright red in his face, no words to say anything, lost sight of the spearhead of anger, and finally left the scene. The old man with the jawbeard behind him had a cheeky face, and still followed him after the branch manager.

Even villagers who had not swallowed the situation understand that the fog swarm bird (Tukorska) will not make a scene when the morning sun rises.

One cheered.

As it followed, the cheer grew louder.

The method used by the collector is simple.

The Stangrenade of Modern Japan was performed by spiritual magic.

The sound of the explosion was over-repeated by the wind sperm and the flash by the light sperm.

Only the netting manipulation and the todome in the wind sperm were carried out by Irida, but otherwise by the collector.

With explosions, flashes, water scattering, icing, and exploratory shadows, even your keeper was on the verge of depleting his magic.

Why didn't anyone do this method?

There are several reasons, Elida says.

First of all, I didn't think that the Misty Birds (Tukorska) would pass out that way.

One thing is that no one bothered to use spiritual magic to think of a way to secure a warcraft that could kill even ten stars (Luterella) with one without daring to kill it. He said that the use of spiritual magic is dominated by those with high killing abilities and those used for life and work, and doesn't use that intermediate much.

The other is, no matter how incapable of killing, an extension of tertiary magic, that explosion and flash is ineffective in magic. In using considerable magic, when it comes to doing it at about the same time and spreading the net further, sprinkling water, icing, and exploratory shadows, you don't know how many more magically talented hunters are needed than few that can activate magic in parallel at the same time, like a keeper, and then it's costly. So the cost-effectiveness is not commensurate.

"You, what are you doing? Are you going to eat?

The collector was talking about Irida as he threw the feathers of the fog group Tukorska.

"Is it good?

"On top of that, you're not even bleeding against it, stop it."

"Then I won't eat, but a little"

That's how I packed the feathers in the bag.

"I'll drink in the evening, don't be late."

"Do you drink again?"

"You can strain now, can't you?

Irida looking down with her hands on her hips.

"Atashi has become the leader, and this is the first launch of a request you've ever made. Of course it's a sea urchin. - If it's Umai, you drink it, right?

He left the scene with a few villagers just because he was coming.

Probably going to the tavern.

The treasurer sighed and was then a little happy with the bird feathers .

With the feathers of the fog group Tukorska, the collector looked more tired than he was planning a feather pillow.

It's going to take a lot of work, and it's only going to take one slightly bigger pillow, so I'm getting extra tired.

The fog group, Tukorska, confirmed the survival of the bird, only to have the feathers at the end of the day, but it was a mistake to consider them all anyway.

By the way, there was no survival.

Then I handed the mouth of the fog group Tukorska to the association and completed the request.

I saw an iron-skinned official with a pimple on his cheek, and I denied that I felt refreshed. As much as I wanted to make fun of him on the spot.

At 520, it was 520 rods (about 52,000 yen).

The collector, on his feet, heads to the tavern. There are few taverns in the village.

In the noisiest tavern, there is Irida.

A collector immediately found a liquor store.

"Oh, you're here."

There was already an empty bottle rolling in front of Irida, but it just looks barely drunk.

There was a big banquet around where villagers could drink and sing. A person's ogori is something that no longer hesitates to do.

With that sidelined, he sits across from Irida, and the collector offers Irida half of the requested money.

"Hmm? Oh, that. It's only 10% for the leader."

"No, I couldn't have done anything without Irida. Take it."

"Mm-hmm, that's a hassle. All right, I'll pay for your drink today, drink it."

Irida slipped the poured cup of distilled liquor (vogilla) in front of the keeper.

The collector put the gold on the table and licked it.

"Drinking like hell... well, it's a promise."

That's how Irida holds up the distilled liquor (Vogila) from bottle to bottle.

The collector also held a cup to it and bumped into it with Conn.

The two gently mouthed the bottle and cup.

Elida put the bottle on the table and squealed.

"You don't need a leader anymore."