Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

Soon the sun was down.

The collector leaves the association's library and goes down the stairs turning his neck in the wind after one job.

It would have been such a time if I had looked through the slaves, the law, the warcraft, and then I had also rewritten the Book of Magic.

When he reached about inside the stairs feeling mentally fatigued, the collector was voiced by the staff of the association.

"Mr. Klund, right?

"Yes, but..."

That's how the collector shows the tag.

"Oh, good. I just heard from Mr. Irida. This way."

That's what the official says and gives the collector the bi-fold leaf paper.

Just when I was busy, the artisan ran for a small run to the receptionist who was bothering me.

The collector cuts down the stairs and then opens the bi-fold leaf paper in an uninterrupted corner.

[I have trouble and I'm a little late. It's not life-threatening at all, so you don't have to come over here. Or don't come. There's something I don't like about you. So wait in the king's capital. By the way, you don't have to worry about Snow White because he's fine]

Something I hate...... brave?

The collector smiles.

Scraping the paper, he gripped it, and the collector left the association behind.

The way back from the association to the inn was a literal inviting path.

Lights swayed on dark roads, each one of which was the light of the various lanterns held by many species of men and women.

It could have been a dish with magic, candles, lamps, or oil.

They called out to those who went on the road, sometimes clinging to, or snuggling with, each other.

It is slaves and whores who are here.

No, should I say I'm a slave candidate?

Slaves in this country are predominantly captive slaves, criminal slaves and debt slaves.

Prisoner slaves and criminal slaves were under the direct control of the King's Government and were therefore subject to labour on the front lines, in mines, on outlying islands, etc.

For that reason, there was almost only a candidate for debt slavery on the invitational path.

There were two kinds of debt slaves: those who became slaves and those who sold themselves as a result of being in debt and unable to pay them back. It was almost the latter who was on the inviting path.

Circumstances vary, such as those of the native slave class, those who owe money but do not want to be bought by their counterparts, and those who sell themselves for their families.

In search of a slightly better owner, the slave candidate comes to the inviting path.

Even though excessive abuse of slavery is prohibited by Kingdom law, abuse of debt slavery is covert. Debt slaves were not only more violent, but fearful of annoyance to the family that helped them until they sold themselves and being sold to some strange land, and would not have sued them if they didn't have much to offer.

So what happens if we take slaves out of a country where there is no slavery?

Naturally, kingdom law did not extend in countries without slavery laws, depending on how slaves were treated, which could mean arrests in another country, and could not be punished unless the debt slaves themselves escaped or returned to their own countries.

Slavery was only allowed in countries with slavery.

"Sir, why don't you buy a slave? I'll work."

"Oh-ho, would you like to buy us? Let's do something nice."

A man of the upper body naked bear beast sold himself in so as to show its tough flesh, and he was snuggling and whispering sweetly to those on the road, a beast of the beast emphasizing the abundance of breasts that had merely put together a thin cloth.

He who was spoken also spoke all sorts of things, shaking his neck to the side and checking his body.

While refusing or ignoring the invitation, the collector was immersed in faint local grief with some misplaced sentiment that it looked like a country festival.

When I look next door somehow, I realise instead that no one is there.

There is no Irida.

Above all, there was no snow and white.

I was feeling extra 'alone' because I was in people's hustle and bustle.

I don't get to the point of being lonely, but I was thinking of something extra to go with the grief I was feeling earlier.

I met my parent warcraft and was entrusted with snow and white.

And then came the acari in the mountains.

Then Maxime, Elida, Orphia, the brave.

It was troublesome, they broke promises, they nearly killed me, they even helped me.

As for the promise, I know I didn't do it, and I don't resent it.

No, it is now in retrospect that the brave broke their promise and nearly killed them that anger springs up, but at the same time, unfortunately ambiguous emotions that cannot be stained with black emotions.

Hate and give up.

Because he's weak, he's been torn.

Because I don't have any credibility, they broke it.

Because he's weak, he's about to be killed.

That's not so different from when I was in Japan.

Because of their incapacity, they are not needed by society and they do not put them in positions.

That is the fact, in fact, the tyranny of the powerful had to give up.

But I didn't condone it wholeheartedly now or ever.

I'll do it again someday.

If you're coming across a line you can't give way to, I'll reward you with an arrow or so.

I couldn't throw away that 'someday' that I might not visit forever, somewhere in the corner of my mind.

No, I can't throw it away, and I'm not throwing it away.

While I thought I was stupid to keep having it, I felt like I was going to be crazy if I threw it away.

"Would you like to buy it? Slaves or overnight."

I felt like I heard such a thin voice, but the collector was immersed in his own thoughts.

In the end.

I want someone who will never betray me.

You can't admit to being betrayed because you're weak.

Being betrayed because you're weak, but wanting something that stays weak and doesn't betray you may be paradoxical.

Still, I wouldn't betray you if you were weak, I wanted that.

Snow White is.

I won't betray you.

I don't care if you betray me, it sucks. I don't even feel angry.

That's how much I trust you.

But I'm human.

Even if I trusted Snow White from the bottom of my heart, I still had a desire to be human.

If I told Snow White, he'd be pissed off.

Still, we need to 'also' that people don't betray themselves more than they do with the society that people make.

Maybe snow and white is all you need to live a life that doesn't interact with people at all, but it reminded me of the pleasure of dating people within engaging with Akali and Irida.

I don't want to hang out with people, but I have to hang out with people.

I understand reality so much that I don't like it.

But I didn't want to fall for reality either.

I don't want someone 'just' who would never betray me.

I want someone who will never betray me.

"Would you like to buy it? Slaves or overnight."

Realizing it was the same woman's voice as earlier, the collector finally looked up. I was immersed in every thought and walking slowly.

A slave. A slave might not betray you.

Like a flash, I had myself thought that way.

From that thought, the zodiac sees the woman.

She was like a blue and white light.

In the darkness, a woman secluded by a small lamp of an oil dish seemed so to the collector.

A woman is taller than a keeper with only less than 170.

A large, thin triangular beast ear on her head was making the woman's back look extra tall, but even if she pulled it out, the woman was about a finger taller.

The long gray hair to the waist, despite white skin, a fine face and a smooth whole body, had a huge swell pushing up the chest of a long piece of tiredness.

But there was nothing giddy like other slaves and whores, like ghosts.

Because of that, she had the overall impression of being a woman.

Maybe it looked extra like that because of the little lights I have.

"... so, how much is it"

As dragged by earlier thoughts, the collector was speaking.

I was willing to buy a slave.

The woman seems a little surprised, keeping her voice to herself.

"I am... Bat Beast Man (Tammai), okay?

That's how I spread one arm.

From the pinky to the flank of the armpit, there was a black dermal membrane.

It should not be strange to have about a dermal membrane because there is even methyl in the ears, tails, and watermarks.

"That's the kind of race, isn't it?

"... Really? 100,000 pamits for slaves, 20 pamits for overnight."

Regardless of the slave, it was a mild surprise to the collector that the night was about two rods.

I read it in the dossier, but the collectors don't know how to actually trade slaves.

"In the meantime, let's go to the inn"

The collector appropriately said so, but the woman seemed to follow without saying anything.

The treasurer took the woman and headed to the inn he had reserved during the day.

The innkeeper unexpectedly put a treasurer, a woman, through the room.

I looked at the woman sensibly, but I didn't say anything.

Even when I came during the day, the love minister was as good as Chai, and there was nothing unpleasant about it in response. That would have been even kinder if Chai had been named.

Even now, when the collector asked me to change the room, he put me through to another room for the same price per person. Fifty pamits per person.

Even though the collector tried to give us the price and chip for two once in advance, he only received the woman's share because he had received the collector's share first, otherwise he didn't even receive the chip as hard as he could.

The room passed through was primitive, but clean and tidy.

The larger bed was illuminated by a pale orange lamp

The wood-framed bed was laid with thin mats, two sheets of cloth, and properly folded.

A chair like a bamboo knit is beside it and a small desk is also placed.

When the collector places the cloth bag with the shirt or trousers, underwear, paper, pencil or pencil he bought beside the bed, he removes the weapon and puts it against the wall, taking off his armor.

When she looked at the woman, she stood in front of the closed door.

When I saw the woman again lit by the pale orange light, she was scratched.

There were also new wounds, but many old moles and cuts.

It was unusual in a world of therapeutic magic because it was all over the body from the face. Even ordinary people heal if they have some wounds, especially if that's a beast race that's good at self-healing magic.

Scars linger when natural healing occurs without relying on magic. But a new scar less than a year can cure it.

- Firstly, heal the wound.

"No, I would accept that too if it were to be bought by you, but don't because I don't know yet"

The woman clearly said no.

Listening to the woman's rejection, the collector had finished dressing in shirts and trousers. Leather armor to the inside of the room is only painful. Even at night, it's still hot.

The keeper sat on the bed wondering if there was anything to force him to do.

"Well, sit down."

That's how I point to the chair, but the woman doesn't sit.

"... I know, but if it's a one-night woman, I'll buy it separately. I mean, I crave slaves."

"... it's a hundred thousand pamits, right?

I felt like the woman's eyes had dwelt a faint light for the first time.

If you're just going to live normally in this country, you could have 10,000 pamits a year, and that's about the annual income of the common people, or maybe lower.

Considering a decade's worth of income from it, it is a price that is beyond the reach of ordinary people who can barely afford to save.

Seekers, merchants, and privileged classes seem to buy slaves in this country.

The collector could not resist the act of buying slaves.

Because he thinks it's just an employment relationship.

If you want a woman, you can buy a whore, and you weren't willing to hold a person in the position of a slave.

There is only one thing a collector asks of a slave.

Of course, I've never crossed the line visibly.

"I'd like to ask you a few questions, but first let me know what makes you a slave"

At that time, for the first time, the woman showed a reactionary reaction, moving its thin brow in a pinch.

But that was the only reaction, and the woman answers pale.

"I'm just talking about a woman who doesn't have the means to make money and work as a slave."

"Then you don't mind making money with a whore. Who the hell receives that money?

"... it's my family. It's not unusual in this country."

My daughter is put up for sale to save a poor family. That's what happened in every world.

"That's a long way from it. How old are you?"

"Thirty. Growth finally stopped last year, so he's 29 years old and he's over 30 years old."

It is said that the beast race stops aging at a certain age and keeps its peak. There was a personal difference, but twenty-nine was a slow category.

"Family...... parents?

"... my parents died when I was younger. My husband couldn't work anymore."

The collector was heartily surprised to have a husband.

It's an unreasonable story to see for what it is in a time novel, but I didn't think I would face reality.

"... by the way, what happens when a woman with a husband becomes a slave?

"The name, the parent-child relationship, and the marital relationship are all gone and enslaved. If you doubt it, ask at the Slavery Department."

Registration of all slaves is compulsory in the Kingdom of Rattana, and it is the Slavery Service that manages it.

If the slave also escapes, if the owner reports to the Slavery Office, he or she will be notified as a fugitive slave to a country with slavery. On the other hand, abused slaves could also run.

Most of all, it's hard to say that it works for Matomo.

"Is that all you got?

"If you look at this wound, you will see that I am subjected to violence from my husband. My husband has no untrained skills."

"Why don't you run away"

"... I don't have much freedom in this country for married women, and I can't divorce them from women. The woman who ran away from her husband will be brought back for a cage, and there is no place to escape in the first place. And how can a woman who has no power to earn money live if she leaves this country without words?"

Poverty seems irrelevant in every world.

"Besides, I'm the Bat Beast Man."

"What's with the" Bat Beast Man "? Bat Beast Man. Then why not?"

"... 'Bat Beast Man (Tammai)' is a disdain in the sense that it is neither a bird nor a beast. Originally they weren't so discriminated against, either, but when the northern countries became dominant over the entire Ankhwar, those in the north called the Bat Beasts vampires, discriminating and persecuting them more than any other beast race. It was passed down to other beast races, and only then did bat beasts become repellent by being called Bat Beasts (Tammai)."

The countries of the north may have served as a gateway to dissatisfaction among the inhabitants of the lands under their control by creating more discriminating people.

"... there's a vampire or something?

"I don't know. Maybe it's about a powerful monster."

"'Bat Beast Man (Tammai)' doesn't even get a job?

"The jobs that Bat Beasts (Tammai) hold throughout Anquar in this country are like hunters, seekers, mercenaries, whores, and slaves. Besides, I don't have Gushti either, because I'm a Bat Beast (Tammai) from every other generation with different species of parents, so there's no shield behind anyone."

"Tell me about seclusion and Gushti. Yeah, even if I don't buy it as a slave, I'll pay for this one night."

The woman just goes on pale explaining how she doesn't care about the suggestions of the collector, etc.

"It refers, for example, to the birth of different species, cattle beasts, from the parents of canine beasts and cat beasts. Children between beasts become the seeds of their parents without mixing, but rarely do they have children born reflecting the blood of their ancestors. That's called seclusion. Can Gushti and I refer to each other as a species based mutual aid organization, usually because they are parents' species, but I don't know because I was separated, and I don't know where the long discriminated 'Bat Beast Man (Tammai)' Gushti is"

"Then what were you doing before you got married?

"I'm an explorer. It just didn't make a lot of money because I couldn't get up from grade 10, so I also did the whore thing. Still, it was all I could eat."

Explorers are those who attack ancient ruins that enter like a labyrinth, and the tenth level of the Explorer's Guild becomes the "Ten Stars (Luterella)" in Hunter.

Explorers are even more grabbed than hunters, but gold and life become cynical.

"I have a skin membrane, you can fly, right? Why bother with a narrow ruin and a searcher?

"... there is no law, but the sky belongs to the bird race. The bird race has many and high pride conferred on the royal family. If you are blamed for 'Bat Beast Man (Tammai)' flying, you will be dropped to the ground and killed worst. Besides, there's no one in Anquar who can lead the Bat Orc."

"... the leader?"

The collector remembers Salehad. Without Irida, I wouldn't have been a hunter in Salehad.

"It doesn't matter, it's not a bird race, it's not a bird-based beast race?

And I said, "I'm angry in front of a bird race, and I'm angry at the fire."

"You're such a pain in the ass. So, you're the Seeker?"

"Yes, there are many magic species flying in the sky, so even ruins can usually be managed if backward support and cover is thorough. I couldn't help myself."

Only three species of human-based organisms can fly freely and freely on their own in this world. Two of them were bird races and bat beast races. They had been flying in the sky using wind sperm for a long time before Spirit Magic was known. Without knowing the existence of wind sperm, I can fly because I can. That was their consciousness.

"For your information, what can you do?

"I am the Bat Beast Man (Tammai), but my affinity with the Wind Essence is only side by side. Of course you can fly, but you can't use wind magic when you're flying because of it"

"Can't use it?

"During flight, the bird race and the bat beast race can only use other spiritual magic and only wind elite magic. And yet, you can't even use wind magic. Instead, you can use dark elf magic, but it doesn't help. Of course, you can use enhancement and self-healing."

There comes out a story like I heard somewhere, and the keeper laughs bitterly.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I have a strong affinity for dark elves, too."

"Was I? That's why I used to do the avant-garde shielding thing in my Explorer days with life magic. I guess I couldn't do it, so I stopped at level 10."

The beast race resembled the giant race, but tended to specialize further. Specializing in self-healing and strengthening, said to be the inner system of life magic, he was, in turn, not comfortable with the treatment and barriers of others, said to be external. I can only handle one or two spiritual magics, too. In the first place, the five bodies and five senses were excellent and there was no culture to develop autonomous magic.

"Isn't there a race trait?

It's about the ability that the beast race was born with.

"... will you somehow know your surroundings, even in the dark? And it can be more powerful or quicker than a normal race."

Maybe it can also be used in echo positioning.

"The ruins are dark, aren't they? Didn't you treasure it?"

"Most beast races work at night, and spiritual magic can turn on lights."

"... right"

After a slight silence, the woman opens her mouth.

"So, can you buy it?

The collector says it without hesitation.

"You can't."

"… why,"

The woman was somewhere blurry.

The first, no more ghostly impressions.

"I have a situation, too. I want someone I can trust. No matter what, there are people who don't betray you."

……

"You're hiding something. I don't like that."

Suddenly, the woman kneels.

"Please buy it. Please."

As I pleaded, I was crying in my eyes.

"I can't."

The collector is certainly easily relieved of his emotions, and it's a detour.

But I never give up the non-transferable part.

"... ridiculous"

The woman stayed on her knees and spilled so.

I still have tears in my eyes.

I found that the badly remorseful face directed at the treasurer did not reveal its true nature for gold.

The collector says, however, pale and like other personnel without anger.

"Yes, it's ridiculous indeed"

To the words of the treasurer, the woman whispers a frown on her regrettable face.

"That's how much I know. Still, that's the condition. I can't give in."

The woman looked seriously at the zodiac.

It was a reaction as if even the rare beast had seen it.

"... if I don't lie, if I don't betray you, will you buy me?

Depends on the circumstances.

The zodiac and the woman keep their gaze in line, and don't let it be slight as if they were exploring each other's sincerity.

A woman opens her mouth.

faint, trembling.

"... Why are you trying to buy such a stand-up, scratchy, thin, dirty 'Bat-Beast Man (Tammai)'?

"There are a few. First of all, I simply prefer color. Plus, if you can't get any older, you're fine. You can heal the wound, and if that's about it where you left off, there's no problem. If you don't have a disease, you don't feel the need for a virgin, and you're not willing to force yourself to hold it in the first place. You don't want to hold a doll. And I don't care about seeds. And then you have to make the rookie nine stars (Cibrosica) to become seven stars (Rubinitia). It's easy because slaves don't get annoyed with relationships. It costs money, but you don't need it so much originally, and if you have to, you can earn it. It would be easier to earn money if the rank increased, so no problem."

"Hunter, was it"

"... what did you think it was"

"... unlike hunters, mercenaries and explorers, I thought you were a favorite traveler. Besides, I am a woman who could only be in the tenth grade. I can't hunter."

"I'll do something about that. About nine stars would be fine... I guess."

Yes, but ten stars (Luterella) and nine stars (Cibrosica) are distinctly different for humans in this world. The collector cleared it somehow, but it's usually not that easy to talk about.

Whether you want to start locally or elsewhere, weapons and protective equipment must be available. That was the big hurdle first. Although there are many dangerous worlds, weapons and protective equipment that are consumables are not cheap.

And we need a lead. The personality of the leading role was also important, especially for the female hunter. Some people make intangible demands for a position of leader.

From the average person in this world, it was a big deal to be a nine star (Cibrosica).

"Assuming you become a hunter, if you go to a country where there is no slavery, you will escape."

"No, do we need to run? You mean you should normally pay me back one day as a debt, and you should be free to make money. Unbetrayed colleagues are valuable. If you still want to escape, well, if I become a seven-star (Rubinitia), it sucks. I think they fooled me."

"... are you a little too friendly"

"I want someone who doesn't betray me, because he's a ridiculous person."

The woman grabbed her fist as she knelt.

I stared at the floor of the inn.

And raise your face.

I decided something, I threw something away, I bet on something, it was such a look (kao).

"I want to know the truth."

A woman who talks to squeeze it out of her throat.

"I had a son."

"... did you have children"

"Yeah, it was the same 'Bat Beast Man (Tammai)' as me. But I died on my second birthday. Suddenly, a break-in robber killed me. The killer has not been caught because he was hiding his face."

"... said it was someone's intended task"

The woman made her face look bad.

"From here on out is my speculation. It could be the delusion of a stupid mother who lost her child.

But I suspect that my husband or my husband's home killed my son. "