Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

"... is Mr. Orphea an elf?

Ignoring the noisy surroundings, the collector said.

If you can't do anything about it anymore, you should at least think about the direction you fall, after you fall.

"That's right. Some call it the Forest Race, but I'd rather be called the Forest Essence species"

"That means you're familiar with magic," he said?

"Yeah, we elves had spiritual magic on our hands and feet. long before humans discovered spiritual magic."

"What about autonomous magic?

"Right. If it was a normal elf, I'd be neglecting it, but I've lived quite a long time, too, so it's a hobby, but I know."

"Then just until the acari problem is solved, teach me autonomous magic. … so I strike my hand."

Orphea puts her hand on her chin and thinks.

"Oh? Is autonomous magic all you need? I'll teach you spiritual magic and life magic, won't I? Anyway, we won't be doing that much until the referee arrives."

The collector is more confused by the suggestion that has passed lightly.

"Well, it's not a bit good to say anything indiscriminately, though. Well, then let me teach you three magical formulas for autonomous magic. Spirit magic and life magic are the only ways to use them, so work out a little bit for your strength."

"... that's fine with me. And then there's the snow and white..."

Look down at the snow and white hidden behind the treasurer.

"May I have a word?

That's how you bring the orphea closer to the snow white, give in, and you get the same gaze as the snow white.

Snow White slightly twisted himself, but without intimidation, listening to the Orpheus.

Sometimes, Guru, but I didn't hear what Orfia was talking about, even though the collector heard the reply.

After a while, Orphea stood up.

"Hehe, I also got permission from Mr. Snow White, so you're okay with that?

The collector sees the snow white.

- Ugh.

Snow White isn't that much of an opposition, either, but I'm in such a weird mood.

When it comes to allowing snow and white as well, the collector will have to nod already.

Kill them all.

I always have that option, but if I can make that choice, I've already killed the acari.

I know I can't get that far to a human being who's not even a clear enemy.

If we could split that far, if we could be so ruthless, we would have lived a little easier in Japan.

Emotion, however dry and cold you behave, cannot be truncated.

I mean, after all, it's the seed I sprinkled.

Growing seeds have to be mowed themselves, no matter what the method.

Even if that's unreasonable, emotional, it can't be helped.

Because that's how you prune yourself.

Thus a group of 'Goddess of the Moon's Attaché (Maruna Nhum)' was to camp for a while near the Cave of the Caveman.

Tequipaki and tents get stretched out.

Moving around are a wide variety of women.

Among them was a mix of races, not to mention beast and giant races, small races, and species that the collectors had no idea of.

"Is it rare"

An orphea sits next to a collector who had his hips down on the stone.

"Somewhat. Because in Salehad we don't see much of anything other than race. Doesn't mean he's not here."

"Salehad is situated on the western continent's edge, well, in the countryside, so it's really hard to get into anything but race."

"... is it discrimination"

"It's everywhere, but race is particularly prone to it"

"Isn't that what Elves do?

The collector asked based on his own knowledge of fantasy.

Orphea laughs bitterly.

"Elves are more xenophobic than discriminatory. For everything but a species called elves. It's just someone who's trying to interfere with us. Because I don't hunt beasts like I used to. We're not interested in anything but the woods we live in. Well, there's been an increase in old elf freaks, elves out in the woods, but you're a minority."

Hee, the collector hammered him.

Among the women who were just far-fetched through the sights of Orphea and the Caveman talking alongside, a little involved approached the snow and white that lay at the feet of the Caveman.

Though he is closing his eyes, Snow White naturally also notices the incompetent.

No sound, cat-based beast man trying to fly to snow and white.

It was a blow in the tail of a snow white, and it was abruptly inhibited.

"Oh, Sonya."

cat-based beast man who drips with a pitiful voice that

"Manya, is that you again?"

Aufia looked in trouble and stared at a cat beast named Marnya.

Cutting edge black brown cat ears grow from brown hair that is extraordinary like a sleeping habit. She is a delightful girl with small, supple skinny teeth that hide when her eyes and mouth are opened.

"Mr. Snow White, I'm sorry. This kid, well, as you can see, is a cat beast, but he's very curious and troubled. Say hello, Manya."

Marnya stands up staggeringly to Aufia's voice.

"Manya."

"This guy is Snow White, I'm a collector"

"I want you to let me touch that Ilnik."

"Ask Snow White"

When the collector said so, Marnya circled over the face of the snow and white, turned back and spoke to the snow and white.

The collector who sees it asks Orfia.

"... why can you normally talk to Snow White? Is that normal?

The Collector meets the Parent Warcraft, raises snow and white, is taught by snow and knows that this warcraft is capable of communicating with the will. But for a normal person, a hunter, a warcraft should be a hunt, not a communication of will. Of course, some warcraft would be recognised as a species capable of conversation by chance or will communication, but they should be in a minority.

Aufia smiles slightly.

"That's my fault, isn't it? Elves communicate with trees and grasshoppers and revere nature. We do not hunt warcraft that can communicate with the will, or coexist with warcraft. Besides, not everything in The Moon Goddess's Accompaniment (Maruna Nyum). She's a little involved."

That's how Orphea turns her gaze to the women who finished putting up the tent.

Sometimes there are collectors, but I can see more like a fear of Ilnik than that. Little rat beast men and the like hide in the shadow of a large cow beast man and are puffy and trembling.

"Whoa, I heard that. I hear you've been rubbed in the club a long time."

Maxeem, the root of all evil, speaks to the collector. Next to it there was also a clam.

"If that's the extent to which it was rubbed, I guess the other associations are Sakashi Spartans"

A keeper looking at Jitri and Maxime.

"What, are you still mad at me, you're the one with the ass hole?"

"-Mr. Maxime."

"- You will always lack delicacy."

Maxeem, scolded by the two of them, scratches his head and makes a face that it's gone.

"Well, I'm sorry about everything. Hi, Aufia's grandmother didn't have a head start."

The collector sighed one thing haha.

"Enough, enough."

"Well, what, if you're talking about the association, why don't you tell Orpheus?"

A collector floats a question mark.

I supplement it with the strangely excited look of the acari that was lying next to me.

"'Mate of the Moon Goddess (Maruna Nyum)' is the only organization outside Parliament and central government that has influence over associations. Regardless of politics, we are turning as a matter of priority around the countries of the world, poor and hunter-less countries. It is such a historic organization that it underpins the turmoil at the establishment of the Hunter Association and, as far back as it is concerned, has also been involved in the establishment of its predecessor, the Adventurer's Guild. It is even said that the country will no longer gather hunters if we speak up."

"I'm not exaggerating."

Orphea smiling.

In fact, The Goddess of the Moon's entourage (Maruna Nyum) did not have the right to audit and punish, based on clear and cultured laws and rules. However, there was no association that had tremendous influence over national hunter associations and that could deny the voice of 'Goddess of the Moon's Attaché (Maruna Nhum)', which garnered respect from a number of hunters, and was second only to national governments.

"Contemporary female chief, or Aufia, has already been the head of The Moon Goddess Attaché (Maruna Nhum) for over 200 years, and is said to be the most influential in history. Even in the first World War in Ellipse, the Virgin solved the warcraft disaster on the border and in the village that the nations had set aside, without being involved in the war."

A clam that makes your eyes sparkle strangely.

"Akali is an Aufia fan. Just stay excited."

That's what Maxime tells me, an acari that turns red in a hurry.

"Oh, I'm so glad I caught a grandma like this, but I'm a fan."

So after smiling, Aufia sees the keeper.

"Anything wrong with Salehad's Hunter Association, by the way?

It remained in the world for things to resolve abruptly.

The collectors didn't think they could make the branch manager or Zaul get paid.

I might be able to kill him, but if I made one mistake, he was likely to be wanted.

If I can do something with my intellect, I'm here to prove the truth about the acari without any hunters, and accuse Zaul and the branch manager.

I can't help but think about countermeasures. I'm not so bound to fight back, because somehow there's an escape route.

Besides, if Maxeem comes, the collector no longer has to hide the clams, and he doesn't have to keep hunters in Salehad.

That's what the collector thought.

But the opportunity came abruptly.

And as I was urged, when I remembered Iyagarasse, the branch chief, the staff, and Zaul, he told the orphea naturally after Maxeem left, without any resistance.

Interpretation of arbitrary association rules.

Misuse of association rules.

Abuse of the compulsory request system.

Having listened to the collector, Aufia was involved in a strict chief of women with no gaps, from an elegant old woman with a constant smile on her face.

"Really? Not that I don't believe you, but do you have any proof? It's just like you can get away with as much as you want without it. I'm sure that's how you did it."

The collector stands up and heads to the cave.

And as soon as he came back, he gave Orfia a bunch of paper.

"This... I see. Did you know this was going to happen? No one will know or demand a copy of the order yet."

Aufia said as she glanced through the bundle of paper she received from the collector, a copy of the order.

"... well, there's a lot going on"

It is no longer the iron rule of modern Japanese intelligent contractors.

When Aufia finished looking through the copy of the order, she stood up softly.

"Deantia, Allie, come here"

Two women in leather armor over a deep green robe rushed right after Orphea called them in. He is a hunter that he fought the great thorny ground spider (Atrabasik), which he climbed later on.

"I'm having these two do assistant chief women. Diantia of the Crystal Race and Allie of the White Race. Deantia, Allie, this is Mr. Klund."

Diantia is easy to understand when described as a red crystal (rose quartz) mannequin with as much back length as a keeper. Like the usual race, facial creation only had a slight degree of eye, nose and mouth, but it looked strange and beautiful.

Allie is a white race like being in Salehad, with small backs. It's a blonde, blue-eyed, laid-back woman.

After Aufia's introduction, we introduce ourselves briefly to each other, and the story gets to the point.

"Look at this"

Two people looking through a bunch of paper given to the orpheus.

"There are officials who do something so blatant, Desne."

It was Deantia who spoke like a good street, wineglass.

"When that happens, it's a read first ~"

The relaxed tone is Allie.

"Right. I should check it out. Mr. Klund, can I borrow your tag?"

When Aufia receives the tag from the collector, she says she will excuse herself and pulls the necklace around her neck from the inside of the robe.

And I layered the tag and the ring, strictly, in a certain rhythm, and began to chant.

"(SSANNIð) and (Að) show (OG) the inscribed (RISTA EINS) footprint (SSENNUN) as a (FYRIR) sign of trust (MINU) before my (TRAUSTI) (SSANNLEIKA):

Magic swings that seem to have triggered autonomous magic.

But nothing special happens.

"... this is only recorded travoc hunting"

I saw where Orphea had nothing, and I went with a frightened voice.

Diantia explained it to me in a whisper.

"That Autonomous Magic is in the Association. Tag Read Magic Fixture Original (Origin) Death"

My ears tickled, and Deantia had too good a voice. So much so that the collector would like to hear that voice again.

"Sorry, I couldn't hear you"

So that's what the collector said.

"So that autonomous magic is the original (origins) of tag reading magic fixtures in the association. What Death. You can read the information that the association has struck as a record of the order request, Mass."

Like the sound of a wind chime, then soft.

"Excuse me, listen..."

The collector returned to me with a clam whisper and physical sanction (a knee-kick from behind).

The collector bows his head gently to Deantia because of his poor determination.

Diantia, with her head bowed down, didn't seem to know exactly what was going on, she was twisting her little neck, but Allie next to it was laughing heh heh heh.

"You have no record of anything but the first travoc hunt."

Orphea went to the collector who returned it to me.

"... you don't even have a record of working with Irida?

"Oh, Elida Bergin's here, too?

"They took care of me a lot. It should have been taken together in form."

"You have no record whatsoever. But if you ask Elida Bergin, you can testify."

Aufia, Deantia, and Allie snort.

Once again, Aufia looked at the possessor.

"I can't do it right now. There are also arrangements for handover personnel."

But Aufia continued,

"But always, I will make you punished for desecrating the goddess of hunting. - A fool who touches the breast of a goddess is frozen to the essence of life by his freezing breath and crushed to pieces."

I smiled.

At that moment, a chill ran on the back of everyone on the spot.

The only exception was one with one person who would not even think about the air in the field, etc.

I've been trying to communicate with Snow White and Will ever since, but for some reason I was flirting with Snow White's tail, and then I couldn't even touch it, and it snapped to the ground.

"Uh-oh, tomorrow's the day"

Still, Marnya's tireless curiosity had not succumbed.