Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

A middle-aged man who seems harmless to humans and animals.

But he was a brave man.

Wearing the hood firmly and deeply, but wary of why he found out, the collector glances chilly at the middle-aged brave man from the gap in the hood that he would have ridden with first.

Again, definitely.

Brave, that was also Tadao Akikawa, one of the three teachers, a Mandarin teacher, here.

The relationship with the collector before being summoned is to the extent of greeting, if mistaken, that is, only a pattern between the teacher and the clerk.

I can only recall wearing a blue sleeve cover on a tired suit, but now Akikawa wore a blue robe that looked expensive and chic, just like the keeper, but unlike the keeper.

There is no escape on the boat that floats in the waterway, but a sense of crisis rises.

But at the same time, in a different way, I was embarrassed.

The fact that he took this boat means that he is also on his way back to the whorehouse.

If you're a local, you can reopen it, but not between Japanese people.

They noticed that, too, and were somewhere behaving suspiciously while keeping a voice from themselves.

The boat quickly arrives on the opposite shore, the same as it goes, regardless of the confusion between the collector and Akikawa, etc.

This is different, yes. Goodbye. That doesn't mean anything.

How does Akikawa think and what does he intend to do with the existence of the Zaitor, a brave man without protection? You have to know that.

I'm sick of thinking I have to do this every time I encount a brave man, but I couldn't even leave him alone.

The collector got off the boat silently first and waited for the middle-aged brave.

Against Akikawa, who disembarked from the boat, the sawdust speaks in a respectful tone.

"Here it is, there it is"

A collector walked out to a fierce snack shop in and out of people even in the early morning.

It was the deed of the collector who wouldn't let me say whether or not, but Akikawa also didn't show how he cared, and followed the collector.

There was a keeper and Akikawa in the deepest part of the snack shop.

As soon as Akikawa got off the ship, he was hooded.

There seems to be a lot of snack shoppers working early in the morning, and they rush in for breakfast and leave. Menu items were also very inexpensive. Probably a local breakfast shop.

In such a hustle and bustle, the collectors and Akikawa were across the street from each other pinching the cheap hot wine they ordered.

Akikawa bows her head so much that she has a desk and forehead.

"You're not supposed to exist in this world. I'm so sorry while we're here."

The collector sighed as he looked at the top of Akikawa's head, which was getting thinner.

"If that's what you think, that's fine. I'm sorry to hear you say you're a brave man. Keep your head up, it's hard to stand out"

Akikawa rushes his head up when the zodiac says so.

"First, I don't want you to tell anyone about my existence, promise me that"

Akikawa's face involves something serious.

"... ok. Let's promise."

"Few people know me as a summoner. If it leaks, it will inevitably be you. At that time..."

The collector narrowed his eyes.

Akikawa laughs bitterly. It contained, in part, self-derisive things.

"I would never tell anyone. And I'm not in a position to report it right now."

position? Akikawa answers the collector's question that

"I'm ashamed that my students have given me their love since I was summoned here. Only two and a half years were allowed to watch while not extending everyone as a teacher's responsibility, but you won't need it anymore. Graduation.

Don't worry, the sophomore I was in charge of also relied on other teachers and Ichihara you early.

Now he's also loving from the album and traveling like this hanging out on a little warcraft investigation. So you have no obligation to report it either. Reporting about Mr. Branch doesn't make anyone happy. "

Akikawa laughs bitterly that his arm was a tease.

"You have protection."

"No, because my protection won't help.

I'm simply saying, "Finger line," but marking someone within a certain distance allows you to put on an invisible line, and while you're within a certain range of me, you can follow that line to find out where they are. That's up to five at the same time. If you go beyond a certain range, your finger lines (lines) will be discarded.

I also thought you looked somewhat familiar when I found out clearly about Mr. Branch (Hazebe), and I let him fly the finger line (line) even though I thought it was rude, but he played it, and I was sure of that. I've never been played anything but a summoner. "

The collector did not even assume that his identity could be compromised by the ineffectiveness of the protection, but it was something that could not be done either way.

"Call me Klund. I'm a hunter by that name now. I'm a displaced person."

Akikawa looked sorry when the collector said so.

"Okay. Mr. Klund, right? And you're a displaced person, it would have been tough."

Akikawa knew about the knowledge of the Japanese era and the actual journey in this world of the misery of displaced people who could not become three kinds of old adventurers because they had no country to belong to and were not even educated, and had no choice but to live outside the city walls.

"Well, that's mutual."

"We had a tough time, too, because clothing and shelter were covered, and they didn't kill us right away."

"I'm kind of alive, too. That's fine."

The conversation between the two interrupts in the early morning hustle and bustle.

Originally, it's not that close.

Akikawa put only a little of the hot wine in his mouth.

"- Mr. Klund, don't you resent us?

It was Akikawa's, hesitant question that broke the silence.

"I don't resent you, when it comes to lying, but I'm not willing to actively do this to the summoner from here. I'm not even willing to forgive Hayato, but that's why I don't want to do anything."

"Aren't you willing to be protected by an album?

"I don't want to take care of the guys who made the random kidnapping summons. Besides, I don't even think I can live a decent life where I'm protected by an album."

"... Well, affirming and respecting the brave is the basic stance of the album, but it's not like some senators rebel against it. Not a single rock with a summoner, and nothing good for Mr. Klund about either."

"Are you not dissatisfied with the album?

Akikawa gave an indescribable look (kao).

"At first I was angry, but also about the students, and I couldn't make enemies without darkness in a world where I knew nothing, so I took the form of snuggling up on the album. That's well, maybe the students didn't like it.

Besides, he couldn't do anything to the devil bird opponent, and he couldn't even realize that his students had been tricked. It is also natural to be served with affection.

But to think about it, I realized I didn't need to stick to teachers in this world. Then it's a strange thing, no more untrained to the original world. My parents are already in the other world, and I'm not married. I don't have any hearts left.

To some extent, the album will take care of you, so you don't have to worry about living. So I'm not dissatisfied with the album either. It's complicated when people say, "Thank you."

"That's hard over there. Well, if you don't get involved with me, that's fine. We're inviolable, that's all."

Akikawa dropped his gaze a little.

"Right. But if you need anything, say it. I can't make a big deal of it, but I won't spare your cooperation."

The collector did not reply.

Again, when the hustle and bustle around us tried to get in between us.

"- Ah."

Akikawa lowered his voice and spoke quickly to the collector.

"Wow, someone like me is coming. It would be helpful if we could have a conversation."

Akikawa was a terrible wolf.

The fact that you can see the visit of others from within you can't even see means that the 'finger line (line)' that Akikawa said is put on that opponent.

"Wish -"

"- What are you doing here!

Ridiculous shouts echo the hustle and bustle of a busy snack shop.

The Lord of the Voice proceeded inside the snack shop with a cuckoo stiff sole ringing, stopping in front of the table between the collector and Akikawa.

A blonde knight in light armor and blue knight clothing looked down at Akikawa with a stern face.

"Your wife has asked me to keep an eye on you. I don't want you to leave the inn without saying anything."

I would not have gone to a whorehouse in the dark, but as a collector, I was more concerned about the word "wife".

When the collector sees Akikawa softly, he can't even wipe the sweat flowing from his forehead, and his eyes are swimming. I'm not likely to be able to answer the question if you were married, etc.

Released from his responsibilities and duties, the collector expressed a little sympathy for Akikawa, who must have fallen for it.

It may have been like seeing yourself preached by snow white somehow.

"Sorry, it's my fault"

A female knight turns her face to the treasurer.

"I only passed yesterday after falling into the Association's promotion exam and sneezing. This old man picked me up where I was sleeping on the street drunk and took care of me. If it had stayed that way, it would have been on the chase, it would have really helped."

"Mmm, well. It seemed like my mistake. Lord Akikawa, I'm sorry."

The lady knight, who lightly believed the words of the keeper, bows her head to Akikawa.

Akikawa stares at the collector with his eyes as if to see the Savior.

The collector waves small to go away.

Akikawa rises again and again with her head down small and tries to leave the store like she was rushing a female knight with her head down.

"Well, let's go. We have to pray in church first."

"Right. Finally Akikawa..."

Akikawa left with his head down to the collector over his back, kicking the female knight out of the store that way.

Even after Akikawa left, the keeper was at the snack shop.

I asked for about two things like hot dogs, and when I received that in exchange for the price offered by the clerk's rough hand, I went back to my seat and bumped it.

It was just a thick tomato sauce with onions, lettuce, and a large winner, but it wasn't just a hassle.

The collector thinks while eating hot dog modoki.

Akikawa that he quit his teacher, married, and is now traveling while doing warcraft investigations.

He had an honest female knight who seemed to be a watchman.

The collector rejects Akikawa only in his heart.

To be precise, I was clearly aware of Akikawa's refusal to protect him.

Just in case.

If the summoner did not accept it, the escort would not work, but it was also unclear whether clear approval or rejection was needed about it, so it was necessary to reject it in case.

It's not that I don't trust Akikawa.

But there's no reason to trust me.

I can't believe the whole word of Akikawa that he traveled with the support of the album, married in the album, and if the knight of the album were on surveillance, he was given his love from the album, but it's also possible that he's really been kept and killed.

We don't have enough information, but we don't have the means to get it. It's silly to follow a snake out of it.

I just had to put Akikawa on hold.

I couldn't possibly kill all the summoners I encountered, so I couldn't get around to the back.

I want to leave this continent quickly among the collectors, to Sauran, to go to the desert.

Desert that lasts to the end. The shining sun. An oasis of pale nights. People who are born there secretly, working, and going back to the sand.

I wanted to see it.

Most importantly, I wanted to draw.

It's not that I can't imagine the harshness, but the admiration was stronger.

Perhaps it is a reality escape, but that is the feeling that cannot be falsified.

The collector gets up when he finishes his hot dog modoki.

Sometimes about Akikawa, I didn't want to get anywhere near Marnova for a while.

We headed straight for the association, intending to find out the next test schedule and the exact date and time of the ship to Longhua Country (Lonfa), the relay point for going to Sauran.

In front of the association, I bumped into him.

The collector apologizes for being aggressive. It smelled like tight perfume.

The woman, gently backed by the clap that hit her, glances at the keeper as she regains her posture.

And the woman had eyes like she knew the treasurer.

The woman was a member of the association who had requested the digestion of the request and the purchase of materials on the day the collector arrived at the Marnova branch, and had approached the collector to buy the skin of the black horse (Phonescallo) cheaply with colour tricks.

"You don't even know Ladyfirst? This is why I don't like the lower hunters!

The female employee stared at the collector with disdain, emphasizing the lower part.

While a hunter of displaced origin named Klund caused disturbances in the association, female officials knew that he had been eyed by the branch manager and thus had fallen yesterday's promotion exam.

And he also realized that the man had brought in the skin of a black horse (Phonescallo) that did not correspond to his rank, and that he was the gentle one who said he was going to buy it off.

For female employees, the reason for looking down on the collector was not indispensable.

"Get out of the way!

Pushing the collector away, the female staff entered the association.

One natural disaster is encountering a brave man, and one man-made disaster is caused by forward carelessness that clashes with an emotionally unstable female employee. He said that he had a pleasant morning because of it, but the heart of the treasurer stood as fast as possible.

Male employee at reception who sees the collector with a pitiful eye.

I guess I was watching the disturbance at the entrance and exit, some hunters in the lobby of the association were also looking at the collector with the eyes of sadness.

The collector asked the male staff at the reception to finish the errand.

The next promotion exam is the thirtieth day of the white moon.

The ship to Longhua is a little behind schedule and is scheduled to sail into the head of the last day of the White Moon or the Ethereal Moon, he said. The association was also a big ship to fund, which meant we could book boarding here.

Five thousand ruts per person, paid for two people, the collector and Snow White. I didn't mention Azlona because there is no separate charge for baggage sizes.

No matter how fast it grows, it never exceeds its baggage size, it should.

Put some money down, and the collector left the association early.

I didn't need to see the request.

Buy souvenirs and supplies like mountains and head to Dragon Mountain.

It runs at a speed of about running because there is no need to rush, and reaches Dragon Mountain only slightly earlier than the normal boarding Warcraft.

The surroundings were already dark, and only the verdant moonlight illuminated the forest in front of them.

From here on out, unlike daytime streets, it was a little dangerous in the collectors who took on the big baggage.

The collector does not hesitate, he whistles.

A serene song echoes in the woods at night.

Even if you are attacked by a warcraft here, you can repel it well enough, and if you can't repel it, the arriving snow and white will taste delicious.

Unfortunately, no warcraft would strike the treasurer to fit in the snow white belly, and the treasurer whistled before a white beast appeared from the Zhu Dark Forest at an incredible speed.

Snow white nose moves all the time.

At the next moment, Snow White waved its long tail.

- Becchi.

In the sudden act of snow and white, the collector cannot avoid it, and something strikes him directly in the face.

But I don't feel so much weight.

Pale body tone for a tingling sensation, a protrusion that is grasping your face.

It was Azlona.

The collector tries to pull Azlona off his face, but Azlona starts climbing the face of the collector with joy, even though he says he was thrown into the snow and white. It seemed like three small nails had grown on his wing arm, and he used it to snap and climb his face diligently with claws that were awful to see if he could handle it well yet.

The collector was somewhat sneaky to stop it, too, and decided to leave it alone.

There, snow and white approaching.

As the collector saw from the gap in Azlona, Snow White whispered his nose somewhere grumpy, but wrapped his tail around all the large baggage the collector was carrying.

When Azlona, on the other hand, finally reaches around the top of her forehead, she begins to mess with the hood as she tilts her neck, finally peeling off the hood and peeing on the back of each of her collectors.

- Geez!?

Azlona panicking and rambling in the hood while keeping herself falling.

The collector grabs Azrona's neck when he clutches his hand to the hood in the back of his hand, and he just puts his face out of the hood.

I decided to leave it like this because it was just right for mountain climbing.

He also calmed Azlona down by being able to show her face outside, making her comfortable or grown up in the hood.

Snow White leaves her luggage with her tail in snow and sniffs around the keeper without even noticing that it's the usual thing like Azlona's suicide bombing, and still looks like she doesn't like it anywhere.

When you return to the nest, you will throw up all sorts of things. Snow white shows your back if you do not return to the nest.

The collector followed Snow White's back going through the Zhu Dark Forest, perspiring on his back with unspeakable tension.

By the way, just not knowing such a pressing air of adoptive parents, Azlona seemed to feel good and was starting to sleep with a gippy and odd breath in the hood of a collector.

When the morning sun rises and runs out, we finally reach the lair.

Snow White sniffs the smell of the keeper once more as he throws his stuff into the nest.

It smelled sweeter than flowers, itchy nose, never smelled.

I don't know what it is, but I didn't like it.

But I also felt like a loser when I got angry.

Doesn't introduce you like Elida or Yobi must be someone you can't get enough of.

Snow White confined himself only to roaring up in the back of his throat, not asking the collector to explain, and slowly returned to his nest.

The collector dropped off Snow White's back with a tight sweat on his back.

He climbed the mountain in awe, whether he was cursed or questioned, but he felt like he had a shrug on his shoulder.

But it was creepy.

One hundred and one days of the Zhu Moon, that is, the end month of the Zhu Moon, as well as the turning month to the White Moon.

As soon as the collector returned, he pulled out the fur he'd bought and slept for a while, and the packing he'd bought started brushing snow and white there as well.

It is inexplicable that for some reason I felt as if I was going to get the queen in the mood, but I felt I had to.

When you finish brushing, head to the open-air bath, adjust the temperature of the hot spring with water concentrate, and the collector washes the snow and white with a rubber brush.

Foam the soap you bought and wash it thoroughly.

Azlona threw it into the hot spring for now. It won't be a problem because I'm swimming when I look happy.

When I've wiped the sweat off my forehead and washed all the snow and white, I'll flush the bubbles out in the hot springs.

When Snow White woke up his sleigh and body, he sank himself into the hot spring without even roaring.

What is this tension?

The collector began to wash Azrona by squeezing it up from the hot spring amid unspeakable tension.

Huh and like heaven, come up with measures that should break this tension.

Throw the washed Azlona into the Poi Hot Springs, the collector rushes back to the living room to finish washing his body, fishes the luggage he has bought, brings an affordable plank of wood, from an underground shelter and laboratory.

And he floated the board in the hot tub, and laid down the dried meat of Deli, the pork mouth, and the knob.

Snow White sees the Zodiac with the stunned eye of being stupid again.

The collector poured liquor from Derry into the larger pork mouth.

Not exactly sake, but it's a high distillery there.

Snow caught his nose in the aroma of alcohol drifting out of the hot spring hot air, and when he held his pig's mouth with his tail in such a wind as nothing else, he mouthed the liquor to lick it.

The keeper also had a small pork mouth poured with liquor, which he contained in his mouth.

Zhu Moon over his head was about to turn into a white moon.

The mixed moonlight was changing from peach to white peach.

The moon in this world changes precisely every hundred and one days in color, but the full moon is whimsical as the goddess is. Sometimes the three months go on, and sometimes the fill changes from day to day.

Tonight was a full moon.

Azlona looks up to the vaulter and snow-white drinking liquor as she rinses a large open-air bath.

Snow White licks the liquor, looking at Azrona with the gentle eye that it's still early.

A keeper who leans on his pork mouth as he sees those two figures and the changing moon.

The unmanageable tension also seemed to clear up in the gentle mountain breeze that blew faintly into mixing with the hot air.

- Po.

Light drunkenness causes the collector to drop a pinch of dried meat into the hot spring.

Even though I said it wasn't sloppy, Snow White looked at the treasurer.

Before the collector rushed to pick it up, Azrona suddenly moved.

Clinging his head to the hot spring, he dives upside down in an instant.

Azlona, who dives suddenly, dries meat, and surfaces just like when he dives, offers dried meat that is hard to hold in his mouth.

What's wrong with a collector staring at Azrona with a pocan face? But Azlona leans her neck small with dried meat tucked away.

The collector learns to faint slightly. That was never just because of the booze.

A mutant species of flying dragon adapted to water that was only destined to die, without ever blossoming in a flock of flying dragons living ashore.

Is one consequence of the mutation as a flying dragon an adaptation to the water born, or is it my influence that took Azlona away? Either way, and both, this world mutation, or adaptive change as a species, seemed bullshit to a collector accustomed to the evolutionary things of the planet in general.

That was never offensive, but I never got used to it in peace.

A collector who receives dried meat from Azlona and tore different dried meats into the mouth of Azlona in small and fine pieces. I also stroke the hyena all the time.

Azlona chews mogmog and dried meat with a small mouth.

Though I tore it thin and small, I did dry meat on it, but it is eating surprisingly well.

Looking at the snow white, but not particularly stopping, they usually ate it while there were no collectors.

"Bite and eat well."

I don't know if that applies to Fei Long, but the Zao told Azlona once that there was no harm in biting.

Suddenly, there's a shadow overhead.

Looking up, there was a bone there.

A large Feilong bone lands cleverly on his mountain skin.

Snow White had sharp eyes on Bourne Wyburn, but remained on the hot spring.

"You're doing a lot of windy stuff. Can I get you mixed up?

The collector still didn't know where the voice was from on that skeleton.

"... wash your body before you go in, do as you please"

The open-air bath is made so that Snow White and Fei Long Class can get in at the same time. Bone race and Bourne Wyburn are likely to be critical.

"Thank you. Once again, the name of the eagle is Ziba-Roshanaf. Now it's one name, no last name. You can call me Ziva.

Let me wash the gaziazi later. Now I want to send the weasel to the moon. "

"... I'm Klund, this Ilnik is Snow White, and that little flying dragon is Azlona"

Hearing the name of the treasurer, Ziva took off her multiple wrapped cloths and exposed her skeleton, beginning to wash her own bones.

Behind it, Bournewyburn, known as Gadziazi, lies quietly on his mountain skin.

"By the way, what is a fezmarha?

Ziva answers the collector's question as she washes the skeleton with a cloth.

"A wandering red soul returns to its new white body. It is a wish for the eagles and a condolence to those who have passed away"

If you look closely, you could see the red translucent light of fist magnitude, in the center of your chest, from the gap in Ziva's sternum.

Ziva got up after washing her skeleton and took an open-air bath.

"Want a drink?

"This body, then, can't drink. Instead, can I smoke a tree?

"We have to drop the ashes."

The treasurer magically made an ashtray and placed it on a board of trees floating in a hot spring.

"Sorry."

Ziva went up from the open-air bath and removed the smoke tree from the cloth she had taken off.

Whatever Gadziaj was not told, he turned to Ziba, slightly opened the jawbone of that large flying dragon, and blew a small fire towards the smoke tree.

Ziva, once again on the hot spring, looses purple smoke from the smoke tree.

Smoke wood smoke and scent is a condolence offering, Ziva said.

Lunar liquor and moon feed (Fezmarha).

Maybe moonshine also means moonshine. People in the past looked at the moon, sipping alcohol, and the collectors imagined at will that they would have deceased.

Looking at the white peach moon, the sawdust and snow white did the liquor in a tickle, Azlona clinging to Snow White's head, and Ziva exhaled smoke loosely towards the moon.

The exotic fragrance mixed with the hot air, tickling the nostrils of the collector.

Ziva, looking at the moon, was supposed to be just a bone from a collector's point of view, but it did look like something of a sadness drifted away.

It was some time later when Zhu Yue turned completely into a white moon.

Ziva put out the smoke tree fire, which had become completely short, in an ashtray, and turned back to the possessor and said:

"Can you make a house for the eagle too?