Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

There was a clear scorn in the man's eyes.

Not only against yobi, but also against the collectors.

Two peacock-based bird races in matching red leather armor at about the same time as the man's voice stand behind the inn's entrance and exit, the aisle where the other two go to each room, and the rest of the two without letting the collector and yobi escape.

The treasurer hates being stood behind him, and takes the yobi, which stiffens his body, to the back of the dining room, and sees the man with the wall behind his back and a voice.

The man folded a large red cloth into two pieces, cut the broken part into t letters, and sat in a costume like he had put his head through there.

All edges were coloured golden, with gorgeous yet fine embroidery visible.

Stunning peacock wings, the greatest feature of the peacock-based bird race, are hidden from the costume when a magnificent man moves his arms. However, its peacock wings are red.

And the hair of the man who tied it up in one bottle was also red. Close to primary red, not red hair.

The deep wrinkled face between the eyebrows seemed badly insidious because of the overall idleness.

"Why don't you name someone somewhere first? It's not like you don't know manners."

The shady thin eyes of a magnificent man moved tingly in the sayings of the collector's reluctance, opening his mouth in terrible discomfort.

"I didn't expect you to speak as polite as a savage and despicable race....... okay. I am Nakrop Igshidehaan Nokr Lewan Prasart, Kundrup Nokr Lewan Sinchai."

The collector, who heard the name, sneaks up and asks Yobi, who is stifling his face.

After all, who is it and which is its name?

Yobi answers the query of a keeper who does not read such air with his face stretched.

(... husband, no. It should have been near Navar's father's side and Navar's cousin. That and the name, but they deny the culture of the Northerners, so the name will be the last. It will be a social class, official position, gushty, family name and name, but just don't call it by name. I have no problem with the Rwandan family name)

The collector nods small.

"I'm..."

"-Good. I'm not free enough to hear your name. Well, did you say kland? Let's say it again. Return that Bat Race (Tammai) you bought to my clan."

The collector wants to sigh at this arrangement again.

Human beings, guaranteed by power, financial power, authority and violence, try to twist and bend the law fine.

There are also people in Japan who twist rules and laws for a small profit and take away and kick someone else's hundred to make ten bucks, but this world seems to be openly decent, and as a keeper, I bought it knowing that this would happen, but I'm exasperated.

"... to whom do I give it back? You're not Yobi's ex-husband."

"Navar is of my clan. There's nothing wrong with me being a relative when I come to get my sole back."

"... assuming that's okay, it would be tyrannical to say give it back. Yobi is what I bought."

The man in use narrows his thin eyes even more about what bothered him.

"I wouldn't expect you to drop a person's second wife (Somperya) into slavery, take it away and even charge her for the money. Fair enough, 5,000 pamits, or 10,000 pamits at best. I'll color it and give you 20,000 pamits. It will be enough for the bitter race."

(ii) A wife (somperya) is a side chamber of concubine nature in this country that can be held by the privileged class or the wealthy. They will be treated as Second Ladies, but entirely under the command of their real wives, who will be responsible for everything from domestic to sexual work, and will also have custody of the children born.

Yobi was, of course, his real wife, but the Rwandan family apparently cared about the outside world and decided to be his second wife (Somperya). Even in the absence of his real wife, he could have placed a second wife (Somperya).

"- Two hundred and twenty thousand pamits, but not willing to sell"

They seem to say they bought slaves with cheap money and don't like it. The keeper also answered the price of yobi.

The man of use makes a face that he doesn't know what the collector is talking about.

"Two hundred and twenty thousand to the Bat Orc (Tammai)? This is why the race..."

"- 110,000 for the purchase, 110,000 for the preparation. I don't have any money, so if I were to sell it, would it be about 300,000? And I'm gonna say it again, I'm not gonna sell it."

In that word, a young man of the peacock-based bird race, who had been staring at the collector and the yobi all along, held the pattern of a hip-song knife, and was still about to pull it out.

The collector somehow does his hand on the grip of the demon gun, but he doesn't even look at the young man.

The young man gets even angrier at that attitude and pulls the song knife out to half way.

"- Come on, we're not here for a hard contract."

To the words of the man of use, the young man releases his hand from the crooked knife, staring hatefully at the collector.

But the man of use keeps saying things.

"If you're trying to plot me for fraudulent money, you don't even hate exercising your powers, do you?

The man with the sharp eye screws the keeper.

"If you think it's a lie, go to the Slavery Service and the Association, the Gorbald's Blacksmith and listen. I sniffed it so fast, it's also a handover to the Slavery Department anyway.... How do you not know exactly how much I bought yobi for? Or couldn't you trust the handover, or didn't you? Well, I don't care.

Sounds like a bad ear, so I'll say it again. As I said earlier, I am not willing to sell yobi. You're not selling the slaves you made into "Nine Stars."

"... Wait, the Bat Beast Race (Tammai) said it was' Nine Stars (Sibrosica) 'in less than a day?

A collector who shows yobi tags without saying anything.

The man of use and the young men of the peacock-based bird race, who didn't believe the words of the collector as if, saw the yobi tag and changed their complexion.

As if that even touched the dragon's scales.

The Explorer's Tenth Grade Stopped Bat Beast Man (Tammai) becomes a "Nine Star (Sibrosica)" in just one day.

It wasn't just that the race made the gold have good gear to say things, wronged them, or flew through the sky, all of which was unforgivable to the prized bird race.

A young peacock-based bird race who just pulled out a song knife is eaten by the collector.

"It's been wrongly decided."

"Ask the auditors of the association if you think it's a lie"

"Race always is. It was decided to use a mean means."

Young peacock-based bird race young man grabbing the chest barn of the zodiac.

The man crossed the borderline of the treasurer.

The poisonous worm in the treasurer swells.

A collector who has terrible eyes and sees a man grabbing a chest barn.

It was like seeing 'things' in my eyes.

After a grudge with the Hayats, the collector began to treat them as having no life in the case of inevitable strife.

And I decided to treat their lives as nothing.

If I didn't, I couldn't stand it.

If I'm the only one who's just gonna get killed, I'm gonna roll you in.

If you're not feeling that much, you're going to be frustrated by people's animosity, harmfulness, and willingness to kill, and want to escape.

If you have a way out, you can run.

But there are times when you can't leave without a place to escape.

Then why don't we just do it?

"... wait"

The man of use has stopped the young man, but he had a humiliating look (kao) like he was bitten by a wild dog.

Without my own work: the use of the Lord, I would not know what I would do.

"... So you're not willing to let go, are you?

The treasurer answers as he fixes his collar, who was brutally released from his chest barn by the stopping of the man of use.

"Yobi is a slave I bought until I paid high taxes to the Slave Service, in accordance with the laws of your country. You can't get through telling me to let that go. If you want to negotiate on that, at least have about 100,000 Pammits I paid for. Show up with your bare hands and let them go. It's just a strong contract.

Plus, more importantly, Yobi himself says he doesn't want to be released, it's not about you guys pinching your mouths. "

So far, I wasn't willing to sell yobi to the collector.

Know the truth about the death of a Yobi child.

That's the promise.

And the collector himself was not going to sell it to know where the vengeance was going, or to obtain a man who would not betray him.

Moreover, the act of returning the wounded woman to the man who scratched her was not tolerated by the collector's sentiment.

I'm not saying there's no such thing as self-satisfaction, inferiority, or willfulness.

But more than that, it's why I paint, especially women, and if I abandon it here, I don't know which side to lower and paint women.

For the treasurer a woman is weak and strong.

There is uncertainty about falling and wandering into both.

The collector wanted to paint such raw, similar to cherry blossoms.

No, maybe that's not such a big reason.

Because I'm a man myself, maybe I'm just drawing a woman.

If you're a woman in a situation that's completely out of your control, you can give up, but you don't want to abandon as many women as you fell on the side of the road.

Sure, I'm sorry for the trouble, but I was also sorry to live with my eyes meditating.

If I could have lived that way, I would have lived a little more cleverly.

I couldn't do that, so I left the Allerduria Mountains, and I'm here.

The yobi that the treasurer saw is only one step ahead.

The eye of the man of use pierces the yobi sharply.

Like I said don't say anything extra.

But the yobi has a faintly trembling body, but a resolute face.

"... I don't want to go back. My husband's violence and your arrogance disgusted me."

To Yobi's words, the man of use lost his expression.

He went through anger at too much humiliation.

"... you're pulling a bow on the Rwandan family, aren't you?

The yobi flickers slightly at the man's anger, but the collector flatly says off.

"That's why I've told you so many times. He told me to put my muscles through. I won't bow my head, I'm not willing to pay. I don't see sincerity. You're barbaric, you're barbaric, but you're barbaric."

The man of use stares at the keeper so that he can indulge in something,

"... okay"

That's all I'm leaving to say.

Young men of the peacock-based bird race also flourished in anger and killing before continuing with it.

The dining room is finally quiet.

A collector who grabs the right chair and sits down somewhere.

That was just tough. No, I didn't think it would extend to violent shakedowns here, but I was still not used to negotiations involving violence.

"... sorry"

Yobi stood there looking sorry.

"It was predictable, never mind. Still, you should have about the money you sold yobi for."

"... no, maybe already... I think the nabber has used it"

Yobi to add that Navar is my husband's name.

"It hasn't been a day, has it?

"Did you know you see a large building directly across from the association?

"... I don't know"

"As soon as you exit the front entrance of the association, you will see a building like a white detachment across the street. That's the casino we built just about six months ago. But I think the Northerners said casinos."

I have a bad feeling about the collector.

"... in this country do you call casinos about casinos?

"No, I've never heard of it. Northerners shouldn't even say it. I never even heard of it until six months ago."

Confirmed. Probably involving the brave.

They use the word casino instead of the existing casino on purpose. The brave man's involvement was undeniable.

"... you mean you've spent a lot of money there"

"I think so. There's also a local casino, but it's small and the stakes are small, and it's connected to the back, so a lot of money should be hard to spend. Plus, Naver made a lot of money in a small casino once in a while, so he went to a casino."

"What are you going to do with a local person?

"I hear most of them are official, royal, Northerners. You think it's Statusy to take everything all the way from afar? And then they also make it an upper-class social place. Locals work there, rather than bet. I just heard rumors on the inviting road that there's more trouble with people like Naver who break themselves down and with Northerners and Southeast people coming in from the outside."

The brave, and the shadow of the album hangs on.

About the ruins, the casino.

The collector didn't know what could lead him from there, and he wasn't willing to do anything, but his spine was mumbling.

When the collector looked out the window at the sounds that sounded familiar, it was dark outside, and at some point it was raining heavily like knocking on the ground.

Kundrup Nokr Rwang Sinchai reported to his own lord, Nakrop Igshidehaan Nokr Rwang Prasert, as he boiled down in anger.

- A man named Klund, a race who doesn't even hide his arrogance, has crawled and asked him to bow his head, and even unjustly hoisted the value of the Bat Beast Race (Tammai). He said 300,000 pamits, but even if he took the money, he would hang the value with difficulty, he said.

The example Bat Beast Race (Tammai) is also actively involved in the plot.

"That's it. What are you going to do, Igshidehaan?"

Pretty filtered, but that was the fact for the man of use, Sinchai.

Hate that the Northerners are blackmailing themselves by using the humble Bat Beast Race (Tammai).

Igshidehaan was silently listening to Sinchai's report, which is nearby.

The long red hair tied together had a hint of gray hair, and the wrinkles in his eyes made him feel old, but his long body was more forged than Sinchai.

Igshidehaan was said to be comparable to the power of his ancestors, who had been granted official positions.

Therefore the surroundings also expected the rebirth of the Rwandan family, and Igshidehaan has moved for it as well. I had just climbed to a point where there was a few generations of twitching but I was finally going to be able to rebuild.

It is this scandal (scandal) there.

"I was asking, is it race? Do you know what race it is?"

Igshidehaan asks Sinchai with a heavy voice.

"Ha. I don't know exactly, but they think he's a Northerner. The ship from Oslon was damaged and flown down. Her hair is dull blonde, but she's not as carved as the Northerners. It could be a mix-up between the Northerners and the Southeast. And, uncertain information, he said he was wearing a deep green ring."

The collector drifts from the oslon, making his hair even more dull and golden with phantoms. As a result, Sinchai thought of the collector as a Northerner.

"... a Northerner, an associate of an even more abominable goddess entourage? The Northerners don't sneak up on us anywhere. Well, if you're from the North, you can do it from the North.... but you have trouble with the nabber too. I didn't know you couldn't control one woman."

The second son ran away from home, became an explorer and married the Bat Beast Race (Tammai).

If that were the case, I could forgive you if you never approached the king's capital again.

I could also leave it alone.

But he lost his wings, which were the pride of his clan, and his wives and wives returned to this king's capital. Besides, the Bat Beast Race (Tammai) has been divorced from the Slavery Act.

To rebuild a single gate, we had to deal with it.

"... Okay, next time, don't screw it up. Thank you. I don't like the king's body. Maybe the next king will stand soon. … the hour is near."

Sinchai knelt down when she heard about Igshidehaan's measures, and understood.

The next morning, the collector woke up unusually late.

The sun was already directly above us.

The innkeeper at the reception said he was sorry when the collector opened the room to go to the association or the blacksmith.

"... I'd like to put it up because it's an introduction to Chai, but we have to eat it too, right? I don't believe in rumors like that, I know rumors are more wrong if I actually look at you guys. But you can't turn the people of the city against the enemy..."

Your father was even smaller than he was likely to hide in the armor on his back.

The collector doesn't make sense.

"... I just woke up. Let me know what's going on. Oh, of course, whatever the circumstances are, don't worry."

"I'm sorry...... rumors are..."

The rumors the innkeeper told me were really well done.

The rumor was that a northern hunter had taken his wife from the bird race.

The wife of this bird race was a second wife (somperya), but her husband did not even discriminate gently that she was a bat beast race (tammai) and was amiable.

But the Northerners deceived their wives and cast them into slavery, blackmailing them into speech.

The Northerners claimed extrajudicial money from their husband who tried to buy his wife back with his wife's money sold as slaves.

of the Kingdom of Rattana, is less educated than in Ankwar as a whole.

If you're ten years old, you'll work full-time, and only a handful of schools belong to the wealthy and famous.

Therefore, without scrutinizing the rumors, I believe.

I'm not saying that if you're educated, you won't be danced, but it's still undeniably easy to be fanned when you're less educated.

Furthermore, the beast races of the Kingdom of Rattana have not forgotten what the Northerners did against the entire Ankhwar.

The Kingdom of Rattana could have kept its independence, but it was not that it did not wage war. Let's just say we had a bloody history with the northern countries.

Thus, the whole Ankwar tended to start disputing more than the veracity of rumors if the Northerners did something.

"I'm glad you talked to me. Don't worry, it's not your fault."

I'm so sorry. That's what the collector said to his stranger, he went back to his room to pick up his stuff.

"... I'm sorry. Because of me."

The collector becomes fully equipped and throws the cloth bag at the yobi.

Yobi to receive in haste.

"The other guy made a move. I'll go out with you if it's out of my control. If it gets out of hand, throw it in that heap, so don't worry about it. Let's go."

The rumors were probably the work of the peacock-based bird race that came yesterday.

If you've been nesting in this king's capital for a long time, there's got to be no fabrication to fabricate and flush one or two of these rumors.

With that in mind, the builder keeps the room quiet.

Yobi followed him in a hurry as he dropped it off with a pompous face.

As the collectors and yobi walked through the city, they also heard hissing, malicious gaze, and blatantly cursing, but no one just waved violence at a fully armed hunter.

When I entered the Gorvald blacksmith, Aunt Aeril greeted me, as usual.

"You're hearing rumors, too, aren't you? Do you mind?"

An aunt slapping a collector's ass with a basin.

"You don't know the rumors. I only believe what I see with my own eyes. Well, you're somewhat of a sukihei, but you'll know when you see this girl who hasn't imitated you funny. I told you, slaves are your mirrors."

"- Besides, the only blacksmith with better arms than Washi is the same Dwarf, assuming he was there. The people in the country would be in more trouble if they put pressure on me to leave. Besides, even if they kick this country out, we just have to go back to it. Well, if that happens, the other Dwarves will leave, and the Dwarves' blacksmiths will never be sent to this country again."

That's what Gorvald said coming out of the back.

"Oh, I'm doing it... just a little bit"

What Gorvald had in his hand was a gavel with a clear 10,000 color rock crab (Moussi Himp) claw, for example.

The small paw on the tip is as sharp as the star Mace planet that Yobi has, but it is sharp because it is originally a paw.

"If you do what you say..."

"... oh, it's more interesting this way"

"So, this is you..."

The two of them started discussing it with each other again, and the two women who saw it started talking like they had no choice.

"Don't worry about the rumors... are you okay?

My aunt had an approximate anticipation because she was looking at the scratches on the yobi when she changed.

Yobi smiles with a smile.

"It's okay. Your husband (Nyhanker) does it well. They also bought armor."

"It was a noise that some armor store had their matching leather armor torn apart... a little fatter than that?

Yobi reacts perfectly to her aunt's words.

"... Really?

"Oh, especially this one..."

An aunt flutters her chest out of her side.

Confused yobi.

"Hehe, I'm kidding. It's just that your skin looks better. Proof you're eating properly."

"I'm sorry we're having so much fun with each other, but I have to give it to your daughter."

Yobi turned to Gorvald's voice.

"First of all, this is it"

That's how the collector gave Yobi his blackish sunglasses.

The frame was finely worked on a metal as thin as the width of a man's finger, and the lens portion was made of elongated, slightly distorted oval shaped black glass.

The keeper who watched the yobi, which always seemed dazzling when the sun began to rise, forcefully asked Gorvald to make it so that there was a liquor bottle, that he would also be able to have sunglasses.

Although the manufacture of glass is not possible only through mass production, it exists. Although used in stained glass and luxury liquor bottles, the way glass was manufactured was exclusive to the specialized guilds of each country.

And glasses also exist. Few users because they just don't have so much to need. Even blacksmiths and craftsmen could make frames as long as they knew how they worked, but the lenses were also kept secret by guilds from all countries, just like glass.

In the case of yobi, it's like having a frame in a black stained glass, not a lens, so I could even make it in Gorvald. The frame is not as thin and light as the Japanese one, but it contained beautiful finishes to keep Gorvald from becoming a martial bone. Beautiful and elaborate craftsmanship was Dwarf's mainstay.

"I don't suppose you'd ask a blacksmith.... the edges are confident, but I've never done glass before. What do you say?"

He didn't know how to wear yobi, so he held his sunglasses.

The collector took it up and did it with sunglasses on yobi.

"... not dazzling"

Yobi was looking out from the store, as he was impressed somewhere.

Nevertheless, the elongated oval shaped black sunglasses, the black collar, the leather armor with large empty sides and visible parts of the white breasts, the iron shoes on the leather garter belt, and the yobi hanging from the star mace were in a gap with its fine and flimsy impression, with an indescribable sense of disloyalty.

"So, this claw penetrating axe hammer is yours too. Use it, kid."

"... a claw axe hammer?

Yobi receives a hammer with clear nails as he tilts his neck and shakes it.

Not so different from Planet Mace, it was easy to use.

If it may be in both hands, Yobi pulls out the star mace as well.

Yobi with claw penetrating axe hammer on right hand and planetary mace on left hand.

The collector and Gorvald watched it in silence.

Bun, yobi swinging with bun.

It was even more awkward than when I was holding it with both hands, but it never seemed like I wasn't shaking it.

"I guess it depends on the training. That's the beast race. A man of ordinary race, or even if he could shake it, that's the only way to shake it. If you let me go like this, I'll break Dwarf's name."

That's how Gorvald taught Yobi how to swing a basic hammer, etc.

My aunt talks to a collector who sees such yobi and gorvald.

"So, what are we going to do?

"People are waiting, and there's still a little use for this city. Worst case scenario, I'll be in the wild somewhere."

"Nojuku is you..."

"I grew up in the mountains, I can handle it."

My aunt looked at the keeper like she was frightened.

Gorvald's hammer guide was finished, and the collector received a long stick and a large swollen hemp bag, the rest of the order, leaving the blacksmith behind.

Looks like it's just noon.

One after the other, men of the Bear Beast race entered the dining room connecting the house, or there was a cow race who was just finishing a meal at the end of the house.

It is not that there is no custom of three meals in this country.

There are also economic reasons, but it is inherently two meals. Just take three meals for jobs that use a lot of energy at a time.

So many things that have lunch at this hour are rough with work patterns,

"Oh, you're the rumored Northerner. Onna of people, take it away and walk around like this in grandeur. Thieves are fierce."

Even if the collector and yobi are fully equipped, this is how they are relentlessly intertwined.

Three of the musculoskeletal bear beast races like manual workers were tangled in front of the collector, but all around them were surrounded by other manual workers and hunters, plus gazes of animosity and hatred were poured on the collector from all over the city.

Some of them were rumours of contempt glances at Yobi, who was supposed to be the victim.

While the collector sighs, he deposits the stick he had and the large luggage with the yobi. It should be pretty heavy, but Yobi received it without difficulty.

"I don't know if you're lying or true. I know you believe in rumors, but Yobi is a slave I paid 110,000 pamits to and also paid taxes to the Slave Service to register. With proper personal approval."

Yobi is nodding behind the zodiac's step.

"Let it go, clamp your cheeks with a billfold and do it with a single belly."

"Oops, the Bat Beast race in the back (Tammai) is threatened anyway."

Wildlife also flies from the surroundings, stirred by the intimidating shouts of bear-based beasts on both sides.

"Give it back." "So scratchy." "The Northerners get out." "Slave money." "I know you're vampires." "Yes, they are."

A sobering central bear beast race stuffs onto the treasurer and tries to grab the chest barn.

"Hey."

A collector grabs the outstretched arms of the Bear Beast race.

"More than that..."

From the big bear beast guy, I guess it's just ridiculous where that's what the collector told me to go into the smaller category in the race, he laughed raggedly.

"What more? Eh!

That's how the collector tries to move the arm he grabs forcefully.

But it doesn't work.

I couldn't pull or push.

"And, hey, there's witchcraft all over the city."

"- I didn't use it. That's how you know it."

The collector does not have speed, but he does not like simple muscles so much. Especially the finger-to-arm, leg-to-toe workouts are old-fashioned martial arts extreme and unusual workouts, enough to give you giant gloves, even though Maxime, who looked at those arms, also contains apologies.

It is also a story that the hunter of Salehad, who was grabbed by his arm and torn through his skin, can be named 'The Wild Dog (Braca)'.

"Don't worry, I won't be able to stay in the Inn in this city anyway, even in the wild. Yeah, I go to the association every once in a while, so take a big look at that."

"Oh, you're saying that. Eh. Give it back."

"- I'm not going home. This is my will."

Yobi says resolutely there.

The Zodiac throws away the Bear Beast Man's arms poignantly.

A bear beast who suddenly frees up the power he was pulling and steps behind him.

"Step aside."

The Zodiac sees the two remaining bear beast races.

Just look.

As if you could even see it in a roadside stone.

Bear-based beasts in their emotionless eyes remembered the creeps they might not have gotten good at, and were lagging behind.

For the avian and beast races with lots of enthusiasm, the Northerners, who had long contested, also had lots of enthusiasm, and I had never seen a way to get angry like a keeper. That's why the expressionless intimidation was creepy.

The Zodiac passes the path vacated by the Bear Beast Man, and Yobi follows it.

The pedestrian walls crack.

But there was one, the pebble flew.

It hits the head of the treasurer, and the treasurer smiles faintly.

The stone itself was prevented by physical barriers, but not pleasant ones.

Barriers are not prohibited, by the way. I was just supposed to be severely punished if I abused that.

Yobi approached worryingly, but the keeper controlled it with his hands and proceeded.

Pebbles and debris fly.

Without worrying about such a thing, the collector and Yobi left the city through the gates on the land side.

"We have to camp somewhere."

Out of the gates on the land side, the path was solidified and followed by a thick peek on the scalp.

On your right is a mountain of depressed jungle, and on your left is a field that has been around for some time.

The treasurer and the yobi were in front of the stone wall that surrounded the king's capital.

"Don't look so sorry. You knew and you got involved, didn't you? Why don't you show me how much older you can afford to use it?"

"... how do I look to you"

Yobi like a scratch.

"You don't look like a surprisingly sloppy woman."

Wasn't there a man who looked at himself and went like that, Yobi looks surprised.

"Well, I feel like I can tell more or less women. I've been scrubbing muddy water in the first place, I don't know how old and obedient my ex-wife is at Ubu. It's normal to think of her as a woman who makes it possible to roll a man. If you think so, you can laugh bitterly if you're fooled..."

……

The keeper laughs at Yobi's disgruntled look.

And yobi rarely wants a light mouth.

"Because I'm a slave now. If it's all over, I'll roll it over for you."

Yobi said that somewhere fun.

Maybe this one is more natural.

Because there is no such thing as a human being with vengeance.

"Come on, I'll wait in anticipation. - Now, what's that bird going to do with me and you out of the city until he bothers to expose himself to his own shame..."

- You're going to kill him.

Yobi assures me.

"All of a sudden. Isn't that what you want to get back?"

"First of all, it's too much scandal (scandal) for the Rwandan family at a time when me and Naver came back to King's Capital with the children. Now nothing has changed where rumors have made it known. Instead, I think this rumor has improved Naver's reputation as a pathetic peacock-based bird race who was deprived of his wife by the Northerners.

All you have to do is kill the Interfering Bat Beast Race (Tammai). If your husband (Nyhanker) succumbs to the pressure of the city by rumors, and frees me, you can boil and bake later, and if your husband (Nyhanker) and I leave the city together, you can make it look like a warcraft and kill him. "

"You're very confident."

Yobi leans down.

"... when my child was murdered, I was also on the spot and was about to be killed. The cuts all over the body are from that time. And only I survived, happy or unhappy.

They're already about to kill me once, so if that's the work of the Rwandan family, now that you've kicked me out of the city, it's no surprise you're here to kill me. "

"And I wonder why you get so far to one woman."

"In this country of man society, it is said that the humiliation of being divorced by a woman involves the honor of a patriarchal divine spirit, one that has gone on with cotton. All the more so if you have an honorary position.

So assuming the Lewan family killed the child, we can also see why the child was killed.

I think the blood of the peacock bird race hated flowing into the Bat Beast race (Tammai). One day when a child grows up, the peacock bird race will not necessarily be born separately from the Bat Beast race (Tammai). They don't want that. It's only humiliation.

And even if my child were a peacock-based bird race, he would have been killed. When the child grows up, the Bat Beast race (Tammai) is born separately from the Peacock Bird race, which means that the blood of the clan has been tainted. "

……

"Why do you think I'm back in this city?... I have foolishly believed. I was still betting on the resumption of the Naver's words. If you're local, your face will work, and you can start over. And you're right, Navar never showed the Rwandans a gap until he drowned in booze and beating."

Yobi with a grumpy, painful look (kao), as I recall back in the day.

The collector could only stare at it. But carelessly, I wanted to draw it.

"... then there will be a raid"

"Probably."

Yobi seemed sorry.

"Never mind. I bought you because I knew it. I will never betray you to get you."

And to see revenge.

The collector was driven by a 10,000-colored rock crab (Mousi Himp) to know his power.

That's why I wasn't strong enough on my own if I was to be full.

It wasn't like some old famous house commotion that I had initially thought about.

I had a feeling it was going to get out of hand.

But even though I couldn't bear it, I wanted it.

Maybe it's called foolishness. Maybe it's Icarus' wing.

But they still want it.

I'm not an enlightened boy, I'm a monster.

Refusing, I ask for it.

It's just such a selfish folklore.

A shadow overhead the treasurer.

Rain, or the possessor looks up into the sky.

On the face, it also feels soothing.

Immediately afterwards, the collector was crushed by the weight applied.

Snow and white glided through the sky and descended on the vaulted treasurer like a scattered petal.

All of a sudden, the keeper doesn't move like a snowflake.

Snow White stared at the unfamiliar Bat Beast Race woman jizzily from the moment she stepped down.

It's like having a daughter-in-law code, like a sister.

Regardless, the collector remains trampled.