Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

The collector feels the sunlight piercing his lid and wakes up.

The clothes are already drying out and the sand that got into the clothes is disgusting.

When I was relaxing about that, I felt a fierce thirst.

As the treasurer rose up with his sleigh, he asked the water sperm to get the water out, looked up, and poured the water in.

The sky is blue, no clouds.

Without a problem with the water flowing around his neck, the keeper kept very throat pounding as the dry sponge sucked.

My thirst heals, and I finally take a breath and look around.

It was a sandy beach.

No one.

There was an ocean in front of me, and beyond that I could see several islands.

The Iridas may have been flushed to another island.

Looking back, tall curved trees combined with thick ones stretching endlessly, and even trees growing from the time of land and sea, were in a depressing jungle.

The sun shines brightly hot, but the humidity is so high that it feels giddy on the skin, and the temperature itself is high.

"... I guess it's not even sauranium in days"

There is no one to naturally answer the soliloquy of the collector.

In the meantime, a keeper who inspects his belongings.

The weapon I was wearing is safe for now, but there was no trunk.

The food backpack could have been wrapped around my arm because of its almost empty backpack-like form, but it seemed safe to do its job.

"Is the painting wiped out... or the Book of Magic"

The collector sighs that I have to rewrite it again.

The collector does not remember all of the original (origins).

I'm pinching a note in a magic book in a food backpack. This was like a loophole that the collector had stumbled upon before, and if it was about a note, it could be pinched in a magic book and put in a food backpack.

I mean, so are the notes, which are the same paper.

Ten thousand rods, half of the fare for two, had been paid in advance to the captain, so the cash in the possession of the collector was fifteen thousand rods, in addition to the remaining five thousand rods separated from the Irida.

It becomes an important source of funding more than just not knowing where the association is.

Most of all, it would be if the banknotes could be used.

"There's no paper or brush, though, so there's nothing I can do about it."

When it was sun-dried when I was here, the collector rose up.

It would be quicker to find the city than to worry about looking for a far stronger Irida and Snow White than you are.

That's what the zodiac thought and walked out on the beach.

In the meantime, I wanted to know where this is.

It is the sandy beach, the sea and the rainforest.

There was no people-like shadow, only that the result of the search with his own feet and wind sperm was that he was not a small island that could be circled in a day.

The collector stops and pulls out the Kukri knife and the demon gun.

It was already surrounded.

I can't be more alert to wind sperm than I have infinite magic.

- Wow, wow.

The sea and the jungle, I heard howling from both of them.

To go with it, the jungle, and something pops out of the sea.

It is a warcraft like a wolf.

The face and body were generally sharp and streamlined, close to Borzoi when it came to dogs, but wilder than that, tails that wanted to be flattened like blue and green hair and sea turtles, and watermarks on the tips of the legs that looked like wolves but were covered with short hair.

That was a dozen, surrounding the collector beautifully.

To the werewolf beast on the seaside, he walks on the surface of the sea in the same way as on land with his slender limbs, narrowing the circle surrounding Jiriziri and the treasurer.

The collector, wondering if he was finally becoming a fantasy, also ate for this.

Behind the small, medium-sized werewolf beasts surrounding the zodiac were two large werewolf beasts that surpassed snow and white when it came to their height alone.

Is it family?

"Are you willing to miss...?

The collector will try to talk to him, but he's not responding.

After a bit of tongue beating, the collectors rushed up with a huge roll of sand all the way to the leading must-win.

It's on the ocean side.

You no longer thought humans would flee to the sea, the werewolf beast slightly delays its response.

The werewolf beasts on the jungle side rush into the winding sand without even making it a thing, but the gunfire goes off as it goes with it.

- Gah.

Two small werewolf warcraft jumped into the smoke, pierced by a pile of sand planted in the smoke, and bathed in a triple series of demon guns fired by the collector without a aim in his rear hand.

The demon gun could have been shot in the air like Alice did, or it could have been shot in a blast of fire elves. The power rises considerably depending on the magic, but it could only fire up to three shots in a row. Shoot me at once, and I'm out of ammo. Loading takes time.

The collector runs the ocean at once with his demon gun on his back, maximizing enhancement.

Every time the collector stepped into the sea level, there was an ice plate there.

About a fold of ice floating in the ocean breaks one after another shortly after the collector runs away.

You don't need something that sturdy.

But the werewolf warcraft that flew there doesn't know that, and falls into the floating sea of its broken ice plate.

Then a werewolf beast who should be able to swim, was drowning.

A broken plate of ice was stuck on the limbs of the werewolf beast and frozen. There is no ice or anything in the South, and the werewolf beast seems to have been completely confused by the first experience.

The collector returns at the wave strike, as he draws a semicircle.

A medium-sized werewolf warcraft jumps from the jungle side there, but the possessor hits him with his shield at will.

- Gang.

Knowing with the frozen phenomenon of the nose frozen with impact and cold but hot, the werewolf beast rolls around the ground properly.

The treasurer slashes and rips the Wolf Warcraft with a Kukri knife at his disposal.

Was there about three of them?

The collector contemplates that as he runs.

But I shouldn't have.

A medium-sized werewolf warcraft bit from behind on the arm of the one holding the Kukri knife.

Not enough to penetrate the giant's gloves, but the bodily freedom is taken away and the foot of the collector is dull.

As soon as that happens, a werewolf beast will be killed.

Now my right leg is bitten.

The feel of fangs piercing through the skin trousers and poking at the calves is not very pleasant. The pain ran.

Plus, my left arm, my left leg and the werewolf beast freshly poked my fangs.

Thanks to reinforcement or not falling, the movement was completely sealed.

He approached me slowly waving his tail, as if a single big werewolf beast had done well to the children.

But the Zodiac laughs at you.

Against people who deal in ice, that's a bad idea.

In an instant, the collector froze every wolf warcraft of his own.

During the wave strike, a large ice statue can be created.

Is the title of the statue something like Hunter and Wolf?

A medium-sized werewolf beast dares to jump to the ice statue, but his fangs are too frightening to damage the ice.

Neither the remaining werewolf beasts nor the larger werewolf beasts could move without knowing what to do.

Only the collector moves out in the ice.

Keep the four frozen and pull off only the bitten area.

He still seems to be alive and his fangs are eating in tightly, but if he stabbed him in the nose with a knife, it gradually weakened as well.

The possessor, who has finished stripping the werewolf beast, escapes from the ice only himself. Any remaining warcraft should either suffocate or freeze to death.

It was not the collector's fault that the colour of the eyes of the two great werewolf beasts felt changed.

Retreat the rest of the werewolf beasts and position them so that the two pinch the possessor.

The two were likely to be comparable in strength to the Great Spider (Athrabasik).

It may not actually be that strong, but it's the same thing for the collectors.

"... oh my goodness"

The collector, unknowingly, was squealing.

It is then.

Spears, arrows and magic flew into the two werewolf beasts.

When the two retreated aggressively, they glimpsed the new adversaries and howled.

- Wow, wow, wow.

The four remaining men who heard the roar disappeared into the jungle, and the two who confirmed it soon turned themselves over and disappeared into the woods.

It was a boat floating in the sea that drove the werewolf beast away.

Three people in a boat were waving at us.

The collector finally relieved himself there and laid down his Kukri knife.

"Thanks for your help."

The sailor boarded a canoe on the beach and thanked the man who came down.

The man looked like a race of light black skin on the outside.

"I just came because I heard an explosion. What about you?

Apparently, he heard a gunshot and ran for me.

"Hunter, it's eight stars."

The man looks a little surprised.

"I see, was it a peer? Pure race hunters are rare in this neighborhood. Let me see your tag just to make sure. Oh, I'm sorry, I'm Chai. The latter two are bread and cum."

The man showed his tag by name.

The tag was inscribed with the crest of the association and seven stars, and the name Chai Kaosai as he named it.

As the collector also told me, I'll show you the tag I was wearing around my neck by snapping it off.

"A collector. It doesn't matter if you call it off."

"Was it really 'Eight Stars (Combasila)'? No, I thought it was better. So, what are you doing here? This is the territory of the Sea Wolf (Turemarpa). Hunters, rather than fishermen, don't come near anything but crusades."

"Oh, the ship from Oslon to Sauran sank in the prank of the Spirit,"

Chai looks sorry.

"Right. Don't you have any... I don't even want to stay here long."

"... was that the warcraft earlier?

Chai nodded with a serious face.

"I don't think they'll attack me anymore, but I want to be careful"

"Okay. Can I ride, too? I'd like you to take me to a nearby association, if possible."

"Oh, no problem, I'm going to. By the way, what about your defeated sea wolf?

Two tortoise-bearing beasts with shallow black skin were collecting dead sea wolves (tare marpa) for me.

"If that's worth it, take it"

The collector had quit his salutation. I thought that might help.

I wouldn't have worried about that if I was in Snow Mountain, but I'd rather not do anything as Japanese as I can than engage with people.

Chai looks surprised when he hears the words of the collector.

"The herd of sea wolves (tare marpa) is like a | seven-star rubinitia] gathering and hunting opponent, only first and second year children, but still worth a lot. Are you sure?

The collector nodded. I'm going to take care of it, and I haven't had this much of a problem.

The other two people who saw it happily start stripping.

There were about seven bodies, but that's the local hunter, instantly one and again stripped apart as one.

Seeing that, Chai smiles bitterly.

"I'm sorry. They're the Eight Stars I take care of. Today's prey is empty, and life isn't so easy, so help me."

"No, I'm the one who was helped. I wish I could thank you for something."

"No, no, it's really enough for a sea wolf (tare marpa). Besides, it's natural for hunters to help hunters. Tomorrow we'll be alone."

Maybe they're basically good people. All three of them really seemed to be enough and didn't look dissatisfied.

"Still, you're an 'eight star (Combasila)' too. Even though it was a family class herd, it's amazing how seven of them would pay me back alone."

"I'm not used to ice, that's what saved me."

"Ice? There's no ice elf around here during the day, is there?

Chai looks strange.

Oh, there's a monster shield.

The collector raises his arms and shows his shield.

I nodded that Chai was convinced.

"Well, let's go"

Having finished the tequila and stripping, the two had already waited in front of a skinned, fur-laden canoe.

The boat was made of wood, and it also crept through the trees, like it was made.

Chai laughed and said when he saw the face of the anxious collector.

"It's okay. In case you fall, they're all good swimmers, I can help you."

It's not like I can't swim, but I can't be a boat.

That's what the collector says, getting in the boat.

I felt a lot more unstable.

Pushing and killing the anxiety felt all the way down, the collector lowered his back to the canoe.

"What do you mean, everyone's a good swimmer? You don't look like a beast."

"Oh, I'm a tortoise beast and a half of a race. There's no methyl, but look."

That's how Chai shows his palm.

There was a good watermark between my fingers.

I don't know why the turtle has a watermark, but that's what the collector questioned only.

"Come on, let's go."

So two tortoise beasts pushed the boat offshore.

A canoe that runs like a slippery sea level.

If I ran off, it was stable enough not to make me feel the anxiety or anything that the collector was worried about.

"Where am I?

"This is the Kingdom of Rattana in one of the Union of the Ankhwar Islands. What we're going to do is Yarra Kanchana. The next biggest city in the king's capital."

Much southerly, the collector had remembered the map.

If not misremembered, it was supposed to be El Rodriana, the southern tip of a continent with albums. The continent is shaped like an axe, long to the south, and if it were to be its southern end, it would have been far removed from the album.

Chai reluctantly asks.

"... didn't you bring him?

"It's probably flowing somewhere. I was flushed by an ice boat, but I could see the land with my magic running out."

"Right. I'm sure the association has a message for you."

He arrived in Yarra Kanchana about an hour after being rocked by the boat and the sailor's seasickness was about to recur.

Yarra Kanchana seems to be developing travel by boat, and in the city, it could also be boarded by boat to the association.

I was also concerned about the messy but lively state of the city, but the collector hurried to the association to thank Chai.

Yarra Kanchana's association is closer to Salehad than Oslon in one way or another, but it was a wooden high-floor building, cluttered but open.

The collector asks the receptionist as he retrieves the tag.

"It's called Klund. Do you have a message from Elida Bergin here?

Surprised by the sudden appearance of the race, officials said to wait while the dog's ears picked up and headed somewhere to confirm.

"- I know you're worried about your people, but don't be in such a hurry. If you saw land at sea, you'd be on an island somewhere."

That's what Chai said chasing me from behind.

When I saw it, Pan and Kung were lined up at the buying reception with what they had stripped from the sea wolf (Taremarpa).

"... sorry"

- Mr. Klander, there was.

The collector looks back at the voice of the official.

"She just got in touch, and Elida Bergin said she's safe. And a hunting beast named Snow White is safe with me. If you get this call from the association, you can tell me where it is, and I'll be on my way."

The collector was greatly relieved.

"Good for you."

The collector nodded at Chai's words.

"Where is Elida?

"This is from the capital of the Republic of Kumezia."

"Well, then..."

"No, just give me a minute. If you're coming from the capital of Cumezia, you should meet me at the Wang Capital Association. This is on the edge of something too, I'll send it."

That's what Chai said from the side.

The collector looks at Chai in surprise.

"Oh, my house is in the king's capital. It's time for my wife to go home. That's it."

"... you mean that. Then please."

The collector decided that the same hunter might be deceived in front of the hunter staff.

"So please keep in touch with me at Wang Du. How much does it cost?"

Officials shake their heads.

"It's an emergency, so it's free as prescribed and no problem"

"Right. Thanks. By the way, what day is it?

"It's the 26th of Zhu Moon, isn't it?"

The collector finds it strangely disgusting that things go on without any resistance, saying thank you.

Sounds like Salehad's experience had pretty much eroded the zodiac at some point, which makes the zodiac laugh bitterly.

"Wang Du is close to here, he's gone within today... Mmm, what a sudden laugh"

"No, what. I've been on the border with Salehad for a long time."

That's how the collector went to Chai's boat, talking about Salehad.

"That's terrible. Well, even Anquar doesn't have a place like that, so I don't know."

Chai grinned bitterly as he rubbed the boat.

Pan and Kung are local people, they seem to have broken up at the association.

"Really? There didn't seem to be anything strange about the association."

"Yarah Kanchana and the King's Capital. Other than that, it doesn't matter much. Yeah, except for the front line. You don't refuse to come over there."

"You don't want to go."

"The front line has to be five stars or more. First of all, you can't go home alive."

"... who's going, that kind of place"

"Usually you're looking for gold, honor, rank, and land. And then maybe with the bumblebee."

"I know something else, land?

"Oh, you get some cut open land. I need credit, though."

The collector is impressed with heh.

"It's just that a brave man has recently joined the pioneering effort. They say it's pioneered within Mirumi."

The collector felt like seasickness had recurred when he forgot to hear it.

"... uhp"

"Come on, don't be in the boat. Flush me into the ocean."

Chai grinned bitterly when he saw the collector doing the guerrilla work at sea and said he didn't look like a man who had left Sea Wolf (Turlemarpa) alone.

In about three hours, nothing happens, we reach the back of the association headquarters in the Wang capital, Rachathamut.

The sailor's seasickness didn't get so bad because he was nervous.

"From the capital of Cumezia, it takes three or four days. Until then, I'll have to take it somewhere at the inn. Do you have any money?

The collector nods at Chai's words without hesitation.

"Rod's the only one."

"You can exchange it at the association, but it may be better to keep it that way if you plan on buying something big. Well, think on a case-by-case basis"

"... prices lower than Oslon's?

"Oh, the price is about a tenth compared to El Rodriana. And you better watch out for sledding and placement. And let the gatekeeper hold it for a small amount every time he comes in and out. Some things close my eyes."

That's how Chai sent the collectors to the association, and he advised the collectors to the end.

"And there are slaves in this country. It's a bit of a special system, so you should check with the association. I'm not used to the northerners."

I'm sorry for everything.

"What, never mind. Hunters are one another. If you're in this country, tell me if you need anything. Oh, yeah. A short distance from the association, but you should stay in an inn called Happy Dawn (Skortai). What, my relatives are doing it, I know when it comes to Chai telling me"

So Chai waved, and left by boat.

It can be said that the collector had some suspicion that he had arrived at the association without anything.

Enough to check the entrance sign to see if this is really an association.

But this was definitely the headquarters of the Hunter Association of the Kingdom of Rattana.

Join the association and tell the staff what's going on.

"Okay. Where do you plan to stay?

"Chai introduced me to an inn called Happy Dawn (Skortai), do you know where it is?

"No problem there. Mr. Irida will contact the inn upon arrival. I think the place can see signs if you walk down the main road in front of the association. Please note that during the day, the evening will be an inviting path."

"The inviting path?

"Oh, you were foreign. The path of solicitation is the path where whores and slaves speak up at night."

"I see. And slaves...... no, any books that show the legal stuff in this country, including slaves? And this country's warcraft-related books."

"Please note that it is located in the upstairs information room of the association, but it is forbidden to take it out"

"Thanks"

That's how the collector tried to go upstairs, but realizes there are no notes or anything.

The collector finally breathed a sigh of relief here wondering if he would ever be in such a hurry.

Then I think about the Iridas and I see the view as if I hadn't seen it.

Same as the association of Yarra Kanchana, this headquarters was also a high-floor wooden architecture.

Large windows, open, wind blowing through the building.

The balcony was cafed out of the building, where the hunters sat.

The collector also sits at the counter of the café, which is in the building.

A cheerful tea tiger cat based beast girl turns a raunchy grin.

"Welcome. What do you want?

"Oh, ah. … the payment here is -"

"You can tag it. It's in the association."

"Right."

The collector realizes that he is hungry. Speaking of which, I haven't eaten anything in a while.

Even so, there's nothing on the menu, so I don't even know what to ask for.

"Something to tummy and a drink without alcohol."

"Is there anything physically inedible?

Otherwise, the Cat Beast girl laughed nicely, called out to the kitchen in the back, and started working on it herself.

A drink will come out soon.

When I tried it, it was sweet oolong tea.

The collector cools every cup of jock-like wood tea with a shield ice cream if it is not warm.

Whatever, this country is hot. I'm still sweating.

It's cold in the kink, pouring the keeper down his throat.

When I felt her gaze and looked up, the cat beast girl looked at the collector's cup in such a way as intrigued.

"... if you want to drink, let it cool?

A cat based beast girl who gives the same cup as a snack and keeper even though she looks like an eh. I can see my tail shaking loosely behind my back.

The collector chilled the contents of the cup offered, thinking it was the same as snow white.

reluctantly, a cat based beast girl who includes it in her mouth.

The unexpected coolness makes my tail pean.

"Cold tastes so good. Thank you. Thank you."

Nico laughed again, and the collector was thanked.

Thank you. People in this country are basically honest and seem to like you.

Though Chai and this girl may be exclusive.

While waiting for the ordered item, the collector turns his back on the counter and looks around.

Looking carefully, I could see that most of them in the association were beast races, rarely races, but they were trying not to interfere too much with each other.

The collectors themselves, since coming to this country, are not aware that they have been discriminated against.

The collector turns his face to the counter in a crease.

"What is the beast race and race in this country? Oh, I hope it's hard to say."

The cat beast girl looks a little troubled, petting her brown cat ears and whispering out.

"... er, you know there was a World War two hundred years ago, until the end of the World War, the Anquar Islands were dominated by the countries of the northern part of the continent represented by the Album. So I'm not very close to the race that settles in this country. Still, this country is better, because it's the only country that didn't have control."

That sort of thing, a keeper convinced.

"Oh, how are you?"

So what the Cat Beast girl offered was comedy food.

The collector receives it and holds a spoon.

It is an unintended encounter.

But the treasurer enjoyed the fact that he was about to join hands with nature.

Because I've never seen a human eating like that.

The dish sits in a mountain of fried rice-like comedy dishes with roasted bird feet.

The collector gets down to cooking silently.

Rice was large and fragmented, but spicy and light. The bird meat is spicy and sticky. Both are spicy, but exquisite because drinking sweet oolong tea when your mouth gets spicy makes it just better.

I am full.

The collector was physically and mentally full of rice for the first time in a long time.

"It was good"

That's how I give the tag to the collector.

"Thank you. Tin becomes one pamit, Gwyckeao becomes five pamits."

The cat beast girl gently put the received tag on something and immediately returned it to the collector.

That comedy dish was guaikao, and the keeper remembered it well.

Once again, the collector goes to the reception of the association and asks for a replacement.

"How much do you need to live a few days in the inn, to the point of living normally?

"Right. Depends on the grade of the inn."

"I'm planning an inn called Happy Dawn (Skortai)"

"If that's the case, it's twenty to fifty pamits in one night. I don't think it would be a problem to convert a lot of money to 200 pamits a day."

"Can I redeem it from the tag"

"Yes, you can."

The collector gives the tag that it's also troublesome to get cash out of the backpack.

"You're Rod. Ten pamits in one rod."

"... just exchange two thousand pamits for me"

"That's a two-hundred rod exchange. You will receive one hundred pamits as a fee, so two hundred and ten rodos will be deducted from your account."

"That's fine."

That said, the staff gets to work, but never kept the collectors waiting so long.

"... here it is"

Officials offering various banknotes, large and small.

"I think there are more opportunities to use small banknotes, so I collapsed"

When the collector thankfully misses the note, he leaves the association.

The day is still high. First he decided to go to the inn, to the brush and paper, and to the blacksmith, then to do some research at the association.