Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

In a position where the rising morning sun and the lingering white moon stared at each other, Azlona's shadow stretched out over the walls of the earth surrounding the baltis lit by such early morning thin lights, dwelling on the hood of the treasurer and snow white.

The collector felt the wind hitting his cheeks cooler than it had been a few days earlier.

It had only been a few days since the calendar had changed to the white moon, but the skin chills had increased and the shades of the trees seemed to be beginning to change.

And the treasurer walked out toward the gate of Bartis.

Why did the collector come to Bartis?

It was to fulfill the promises made in bed by guests and whores, jokingly, wishfully, without the coverage to be fulfilled.

The day after I bought Estea, a whore, it was a bleak early morning at night.

It was when I made the return trip and the collector paid Estea a fee.

"... one thing, I need a favor"

So Estea asked the collector for every favor.

If you ignore the semblance and put it briefly, it was that if you would act as a hunter in North Baruch, you would halve the price for the night.

He said he had asked several hunters before, but they were barely fulfilled.

There is no association in North Baruch and all requests will be negotiated directly.

But the request not to pass through the association is not illegal, but if you do it on a land with an association nearby, it can also cause the association to look good and not be seen, and many hunters don't like the request not to pass through the association because it won't even lead to ranking up?

Why did that happen?

It was finally caused by the fact that the Hunter Association did not work, but it was the current situation that it could not do anything about it as an association because of the political and emotional problems involved.

"I'm from Baruch..."

Estia stared at the collector with those cat-like eyes.

The Founding Fathers did not wonder what this world was like, but the Marnovas despised these longitudinal eyes for the characteristics of the Beasts who remained in the Baruchs.

The entrenchment of the Baruchs and the Marnovas was deeply rooted.

The people of Baruch, the midpoint between the northern and southern Mid continents, had most of the blood of the northern white and southern beast races mixed in thousands of years, and although it was the physical ability of the beast race that was not inherited, it retained the characteristics of the beast race somewhere in the body, as Estia's eyes retained the characteristics of the cat.

There has also been a lot of history because of its neighborhood, and they go hand in hand, the Marnovans say, to dislike it.

At a time when there were no other users of spiritual magic but elves, there was the idea that many of the beast races, who could neither develop autonomous magic nor use conscious life magic, were long dominated by northern nations, and that it was only natural for northern nations to dominate as well.

But now that the beast race could handle spiritual magic and conscious life elite magic, and escaped from domination, the white race still tended to despise them.

This is the case with the Marnovas, who tend to look down a step at the Baruchs who retain the characteristics of the beast race, and neither can the Baruchs be friendly when they are seen with such eyes, especially because the adjacent North Baruchs have had to date such Marnovas for a long time, making them hostile to them.

Even if a Malnovan hunter would ever buy a Baruch Estea out of interest in such a relationship, it never meant asking for that favor. As a hunter and as a Marnovan, I had no taste.

The occasional stream hunter also acknowledges once, but never showed up at Estea's again. Only half the price was for it, and it flowed somewhere again.

Still, Estia says if the customer is a hunter, he's asking for it.

"It's where I was born and raised..."

No further reason, I didn't tell you.

That's why the collector came to Bartis.

While I waited for the ship, I could stick it in the den and paint all the time, but now my brush had stopped.

I have something I want to draw, but something was missing.

I had no idea if it was skill, technique, tool, or understanding.

Then it's not bad to act as a hunter in your spare time.

To be honest, there were times when I didn't want to get too close to Marnova.

This time it was not covered up and explained to Snow White and Azrona.

Azrona leaned her neck and didn't seem to know very well, but Snow White didn't seem to be funny.

But when I asked Snow White if he was still in the hiding nest, he snorted grumpy and turned to me, slamming the servant and the keeper with his long tail, but he followed me.

For the first time, the possessor who deposited Snow White and Azrona in the Warcraft Stables stepped into Bartis.

It is a stone city just like Marnova, but it is small in scale. Sometimes it was early morning, I guess, but the whole city was lonely and somewhat uninspiring.

The collector searched for the tavern Estia told him to go in there. No name, it's just a tavern.

I was talking about my mistress here being the daughter of the mayor of Bartis and brokering a request with a hunter in this city without an association.

"I'm done for the day."

Turning to the collector who opened the store door, she said that she would like a very wide lady husband who was in the back of the counter.

"Speaking of introductions to Estia, I hear you know, are you Mr. Layle?

Raele turns her frigid eyes to the collector.

"... you're a hunter. What about the stars? I don't think they're from Marnova."

"Eight. He's a flow hunter."

"... I just wanted to say I'm going home, but I'm not going to introduce Estia. What about parties?"

"One... more than one and two"

"... well, one doesn't seem to have more trouble, eight. Well, sit down."

I'm sorry about the morning.

"Really, I was just about to go to bed. Totally......"

Even though I say bump, the collector places the cup on the counter where he sat.

There were thinly sliced citrus fruits floating in the cup.

"I'll tell you first. I hope you don't expect a decent reward in North Baruch right now. Still here, acting as a hunter?

'Cause you asked me to.

"I'm sorry to say this, but it's a whore's bullshit, right? What are you going to do with that?"

"To be honest, it's a leisure tour of the mountain, but I don't think it's a bad idea to hear a whore's wishes."

A ray with a frightened eye.

The collector didn't say what he wanted to paint Estea. I can't help it. To draw, to know Estea, I was willing to hear Estea's wishes.

He might have unconsciously thought that it was where Elida embodies herself, where no other hunter is present, that she hunters.

"... To be honest, a hunter about eight stars would be on time."

Sounds a little sorry, Rayle's tone said to go home because I don't need it in the dark.

The collector was a little confused by Estia's conversation.

"... it looks like you didn't know. Well, it's not weird that that girl hasn't been in this city for over a decade either, so I don't know. Damn it, you don't have to do this anymore."

"... some of you, are you here?

Raele looks uncomfortable.

"To chill. I just left when I found out the reward was cheap."

The collector said after a little thought.

"Is there anything like a salting request? You don't have to worry about rank."

"... I do, but it's almost like asking for two or more above the middle"

"If you have a list, let me see it"

……

"I'm a flow hunter. You don't hurt or itch where you drown."

Sighing that I couldn't help it, Rayle took a bunch of paper from under the counter and gave it to the collector.

A collector who looks at it all and pulls out a few pieces.

"Hey, you."

"I'll just take this. It's a reward."

"... so you said it wasn't a decent forehead"

Indeed, the reward for the request that the collector pulled out was cheaper than the difficulty.

"I know that. Is there a good blacksmith in this city?

"You're not here."

Ray whines that there's no way in or out of the busy hunter.

"Right. Then do you have a leather armor artisan?

"... I've never been there. Now that I'm retired, I'm making supplies for the city's human counterparts."

The collector removes the skin of the black horse (Phonescallo) wrapped around his load.

After quitting selling at the association, the collector tried to put the skin of the black horse in the food backpack when he came up with it and could put it in for some reason. Was it possible to put it in because there was still meat and fat on the inside of the skin, or was it decided that the skin could be eaten, like the chicken skin of the grilled chicken, but because of this the skin could be stored with little deterioration?

"It's..."

Raele's face is distorted.

The Black Horse is home to a meadow south of Bartis and was known in Baruch as the fiercest warcraft alongside the Green Hyena Flying Dragon. With a bad diet that eats people, warcraft, and sometimes even flying dragons, Baruch humans never came close to that territory when it came to black demons.

If you want to take safety precautions, a high-ranking hunter is the one to hunt for a few people, not at least an eight-star hunter.

"Don't worry, the beast with you is a high-ranking warcraft, it's not what you stole. What, you want to check at the Warcraft Stables?

"... no, fine"

"Right. So, I don't want the reward for this salting request, so I want this skin processed the way I want it. If I fail to make the request, I will pay the regular value."

"Marnova would have as many craftsmen, wouldn't she?

"If you go to a blacksmith, they'll kick you out, and the association's about to buy you out. It stinks a little bit and I left it there, but I was wondering if the exchange terms would be just fine."

Raele looks pitifully at the collector somewhere.

"Bad luck or bad in between? Um, yeah, hey, let me see that requisition."

I received the requisition from the collector, and this was Andale's, and Ur and Aliz, or Raele, whining and squirming.

And when I looked up, I went to the treasurer.

"... you're going to figure it out. Wait a minute, I'll get Grandpa Ekaitz."

"Stay here at this hour. Whatever it takes. You're early."

"Old people get up early. Besides, it's not like Grandpa Ekates doesn't even know Estia."

Potsung and the keeper left in the morning tavern.

I cooled the lukewarm lemon water modoki, which had been left as forgotten by the counter, with ice sperm before it was included in my mouth.

There was only a lack of need for low-level hunters, but there was no mistake in what Estia was saying.

If you're going to buy me another one, I'll give you half the price. Because I'm sure they won't pay you that much.

That's what Estia said.

Why can't there be an association in North Baruch and rely on Marnova for about a day in a Warcraft car?

Why are you so distressed?

That was in the position of North Baruch.

The Autonomous Region of Baruch is in the south. The central city of Elguia has shown its respectability to Eurifranz, but the north was aiming for independence. I just didn't think I could be independent by force with the north, and the reality was that I was slowly aiming for independence while following Eurifranz.

However, he had been harassed by the Elghia administration in the south, which wanted to assimilate him to Eurifranz, not to have branches of the association in the north. They're close to Marnova, so they want you to rely on them.

But North Baruch and Malnova are close, but therefore, they are the companions of the dog apes.

Where the Baruchs relied on the Marnova association, they did not receive the request properly, and there were no Marnova hunters who would take it even if the request was finally put up.

As for Eurifranz, I am asking Marnova to cooperate with North Baruch because of his desire to assimilate the Baruch Autonomous Region slowly into his own country, but it has not been successful.

There was a strong sense of authority and citizenship in each city in Eurifranz, as well as a sense of discrimination against Baruch held by the Marnovas, which did not quite go as the government thought.

It was also a difficult situation to say that the white race tended to despise the beast race in the first place, so they were putting their back on it as a government.

Further there was the seizure of the eggs of the flying dragon by the brave, and on that occasion Marnova began further harassment.

The Dragon Mountain, which exists to cross Eurifranz and North Baruch, is home to the Green Hyena Fei Dragon, which has long been roughly evenly territorial to both countries.

But Marnova called it to prevent the retaliatory action of the Fei Long, which occurs as a result of the robbery of the Fei Long's eggs by the brave men, and placed a force of vigilante Fei Long to drive the Fei Dragon out of the territory on the side of Eurifranz and seal it off.

As a result, the territory of the Fei-Long will be placed on the North Baruch side, the Fei-Long disaster will increase, and access to the North Baruch will be reduced, making it financially difficult.

In the name of policing, the Eurifranz government could not even make Malnova quit on it.

Marnova's hunter, requested by Baruch, who was even less, said knowing about the activation of Feilongs' activities in North Baruch, he had to quit in view of his own arms.

Not so uncommon in this day and age, but Estia could not abandon her native home where she was born and raised. But there's nothing the whore can do to herself, and this is how she asks the hunter's guests.

As the collector thought of that with Estia's laid-back eyes, Raele brought back an old man with a waist.

His hips were bent and he was as tall as a keeper, but his white jawbeard on his grey hair reminded him of some old bear.

The old man looked at the skin of the black horse, which he had placed on the counter, and moved his drooping eyebrows piquely, turning his eyes to the collector.

When the collector nodded, the old man had the skin of a rounded black horse, and when he spread it over the round table, he stared at the skin to eat in.

I look like a ray has spooked me.

"Don't even name me, not at all. This grandfather is Ekaitz. I used to be a fingerfolding artisan in Baruch, but he retired a long time ago and made me some daily necessities here in my birthplace.

So, are you sure?

"Oh -"

- I don't think you're lying about following a high-ranking warcraft.

blocking the collector's reply, Ekaitz said. He pointed at the throat of the black horse's skin, which he spread without looking concerned about blocking the conversation between the two of them.

"My throat is eaten clean off. It's almost a blow when this looks like it, only a more than equal Warcraft can do this to a Black Horse opponent. It's not a bite mark of a green hyena flying dragon, it's a warcraft you won't see around here, it doesn't look like you brought it that was dead.

The skin is… the meat remains by the way and the peeling is rough, but the freshness is not so bad that it doesn't matter "

Ekaitz looked somewhere nostalgic and stared at the skin.

"So, how do you want me to do it?

Feeling the fun gaze of the old man going our way, the sawdust sees the ray.

"... If you make a salting request, we'll have the processing costs, and I'll use my good offices to make it easier for you to work in North Baruch. If you can't do it, the cost will be there. I can't stop my activities as a hunter, so you can do whatever you want. I don't know how many stars you'll be dealing with."

"Okay."

The collector answered immediately and consulted with Ekaitz.

The lay didn't know what the collector was doing.

If you put your shoulders in North Baruch, you will be seen by the Marnovas. Why go so far to the whore's wishes when he doesn't even look like he's going deep into Estia? Why eight stars while having the power to follow a high-ranking warcraft in the first place.

Looking at the keeper of how he would seriously discuss it with Grandpa Ekaitz, Raele wouldn't have been surprised, but if he was a good hunter, he decided to leave him alone with a little leisure time to make money and nothing to lose if he couldn't.

Because if you're really following a high-ranking warcraft, you can't even cheaply stimulate it.

Upon finishing his consultation with Ekaitz, the collector left the Leyre tavern and headed right outside.

The destination was the forest at the foot of Dragon Mountain on the Bartis side.

When he left the gate, Snow White looked grumpy, but pinned his tail, exposing his expectations for the hunt, and Azlona, where the hoard of the treasurer was in place, also seemed intrigued by the new scenery from the time he got off the dragon mountain and crept restlessly in the hood.

- We don't hunt warcraft, do we?

To the casual words of the treasurer, Snow White looked back at the treasurer with dismay.

"All I got was a collection request."

Collection was the most risk-free request for a collector with the highest affinity for dark elf magic. That too, as long as there was snow and white, the difficulty dropped exceptionally because Fei Long didn't get his hands on it, and as a keeper, he had no hands that didn't aim for this.

Is the only miscalculation about Snow White being betrayed in anticipation and slapping the legs of the treasurer with his tail?

"Next time you hunt. Azlona, please."

The collector grabbed Azrona out of the hood and gently put her on Snow White's head.

- Ugh.

Snow White roared one out of every time I told him to remember, he wrapped his tail around Azlona's torso and transferred it straight to his back.

Before the sun completely sets, we reach the forest at the foot of Dragon Mountain.

The state of the forest has not so much to do with the Marnova side.

Ordinary hunters prefer not to go into the woods at night, even if they are beast races, but it is time to make money for the collectors that Snow White refrains from behind.

As the collector wrapped the darkness by passing his magic on to the increasing Dark Epiphany, he proceeded deep into the forest, assimilating the signs with the darkness.

I found a dozen rings of red, blue, and purple flower buds with fewer petals than roses, without having to look for them even where they had joined, because there were not many people's hands in them when I walked for about an hour.

The collector sprinkles the fragrance and pollen remaining in the air with the wind essence, then puts the cloth on his mouth and starts picking buds.

The material seen in the association of Marnova is called the Bard Flower (Virhio) and in Baruch the Joyful Flower (Gasrea).

When the red flower pollinates the pollen of the blue flower, it is discoloured and activated in purple, producing a strong aroma, sensing its aroma and the blue flower is also discoloured in purple to produce more pollen.

The scent produced by purple flowers at this time irritates the eyes and causes tears, as when the onions are cut, and the pollen causes an unstoppable laugh for a while. Plus it's called the Bard's Flower in Marnova because it's like a bard song that freely manipulates tragic comedy from the point where these even faint when they smoke a mixed one.

But they both become antidotes to purple blossoms in buds, drugs that also work well against wind and earth diseases that Baruch's elderly are susceptible to.

This disease, which does not cause death but causes pain in every aspect of the body, does not afflict the Marnovans. It was thought that it would probably be specific to the Baruchs with mixed beast race blood.

I would have picked it before the flowering season, but the number of hunters was low and I couldn't get enough. Even though he was left behind by the fact that he was a disease that would never die.

Not blooming at the same time during the blooming season, so I anticipated the time when the purple flowers closed at night, and I wish I had taken the buds of the uncolored flowers at that time, but there were no drunken hunters coming to the foot of Dragon Mountain on the night when the Fei Dragon flew overhead and many nocturnal carnivorous warcraft activated, like a half-salting request.

The collector, recalling the materials that were in the association of Marnova, sometimes proceeds to the back of the woods looking at the miscellaneous books that have copied the materials, collecting the requested items.

While collecting, he feels chilly in his spine and the collector looks behind him slightly.

In the dark night, there were glittering grey golden eyes.

It is a snowflake.

Snow white looking at Giroli and this one.

The zodiac shifted his gaze away from those eyes that glowed in the darkness, turning back the way he came.

All the requested items were collected.

While returning to Bartis, the Caveman will feel Snow White's gaze behind his back, forcing him into strange tension as to when he will be marcassed.

- Gipoo.

Happily Azrona's sleeping breath, wrapped in a snowy tail, envied the collector.

I left the woods when the sky was still dim.

The collector slept lightly before heading to Bartis, where he arrived at dusk.

Depositing Azlona in the Warcraft Stables, still stuck with your moody oblique snow white and such snow white, the collector stepped into the noisy Leyre liquor store, unlike in the early morning.

As soon as possible, a rugged gaze flies.

Is it vigilance against strangers?

Not strange given the situation in North Baruch, the collector sat down on the counter with the cloth bag in his charge at his feet.

"Can I get you something to drink?

The collector shook his head at Raele's words and put the cloth bag at his feet on the counter.

"This is it, isn't it? I froze it all because there was nothing wrong with freezing it. Was it bad?

Raleigh, who was often stunned by the words of the collector, opened the mouth of the cloth bag and glanced at it, and it was tightly packed with the requested item.

"No, I'd rather this one be thankful. If it's all frozen, there's no need to rush the process."

So he took the cloth bag down from the counter and called the men in the back to hold it.

"That's fast enough."

"My partner is very good, so I can collect it at will."

"Right. Then this is the promise."

Raele placed a small wooden board and a few pieces of paper in front of the collector.

"The wooden board is like a letter of introduction, you should show it to the village chief when it comes to other villages. And the paper is a map to several villages."

"Aren't we supposed to act as hunters in this city?

"It's not an association, it's about all I can manage in this city. The others have to go to their respective villages.

I'm sorry I tried, but it would help if you could act as a hunter in North Baruch. "

Raele bowed her head.

If the zodiac lived as a hunter in this city, he could see how much Estea felt and thought the brush would move on, but it took off the charts.

It just won't mean you're not as close to Bartis as you are, and it's a leisure time anyway.

The collector stared at the references and the map, saying he had no choice but to expect many.

"… does that mean that the reward is also negotiated in each village"

Layle lifts his head and answers.

"That's what's gonna happen. Like I said, I can't pay a lot of money."

"Oh, Kim Yes -"

- Don't.

Right next to the collector, his fist is slapped on the counter.

"- I don't know where the hunter is, but what are you doing here!

A drunken hunter-like middle-aged man was staring at the collector.

"The hunter of the stream, as the hunter..."

"- You can't ask me that. Yikes! I know you're here because Estia told you to!

In a city with few leftovers in and out, hunters with large hunting beasts and flying dragon children were even known for their purpose within less than a day.

"What's wrong with that"

"I'm pitied by a traitor whore. Huh! Go home and hold that whore!

A drunk hunter reaches for a wooden plate placed on the counter, but the collector blocked it.

"Oh, no!

Hunter shook up his fist as the collector held his arm.

"- Yamene!

A voice I'd heard drank a drunk hunter.

The loud noise of the season also calms down the guests of the tavern, who stood still to support the drunken hunter.

"Not even a busy arm. Hunter came around the corner. You're entangled in a hunter. Eh!

Drunken hunters unravel the collector's arms and stare at the echeits who drank them.

"Don't tell me you don't have an arm. I'm weaker than such an idiot!

I've never heard of you hunting a black horse.

"Oh, this guy was hunting a black horse? It's too soon to get bogged down!

"Because you held the skin in our house. I may have lost my head, but these eyes aren't cloudy."

The drunken hunter took some of them out of the tavern when he glanced at the keeper and pounded his tongue.

Even drunken heads could understand that they were bad opponents in hunters who allegedly crusaded Ekaits and the Black Horse, one of the elders.

The liquor store was quiet, but Ekaitz sat next to the collector without worrying about that.

"Was it extra?"

"No, thank God. Only if there's no futile contention."

The collector is not a combat fanatic, and I never thought it would be fun to be nervous, hostile, or fighting itself. It is only necessary to attack because it is hostile.

Does Ekaitsu drink? but the collector shook his head to the side.

I just don't know what they'd say if even Snow White told me he was grumpy and now I let him go home smelling like booze.

"Those guys are doing their best for the city, but they still say this is the situation.

Yeah, it's from the order, but come back in about ten days. I'll fix it then. "

Ekaitz said without looking bad for a poorly connected collector.

When the collector nodded at the words, he rose up.

"... you got nothing?

I guess you mean Estia, who was said to be a traitor.

"It's a relationship between a prostitute and a customer. If the whore won't tell you, you better not ask."

Leaving that behind, the collector walked away from the tavern.

The Ekaitz left looks indescribable and sees the lay who was watching what happened.

"That's a lot of crazy hunters this time."

The ray also tilts its neck.

"Really."

Well, he doesn't seem like a bad guy, but that's how Rayle shrugged and stabbed his cheek.

Ekaitsu Momochi shrugged and poured the cup.

The sun was abundantly twilight, but the Zao left the city.

A simple cabin was built near the dirt walls surrounding the city, where he laid to sleep.

- Gu 'ah.

Snow and white lay in front of him all the time, prompting the collector with his tail as he rolled Azlona properly to the ground.

The collector replied hectically, taking the brush off and starting to comb the soft hair of the snow and white.

The rolled Azlona used a pair of winged arms and her entire body well to advance as if she were a seal crawling on ice to reach the snowy tail, clutching to the snowy tail as if it were a kitten.

Snow and white also look strange as they indulged in brushing, but cleverly moved the tip of their sloppy stretched tail to the left to let Azlona play.

The next morning, with a somewhat better mood Snow White and a cheerful Azlona as usual, the Caveman takes Bartis south. I was going to Donorbo, the only fishing village in North Baruch south of Bartis.

It took me a whole day to get to Donorbo.

The collector remembers some nostalgia for the smell of a dark tide.

I showed the references and tags, and I crept through the qualitative gates, and there was exactly a fishing village.

There were no Warcraft Stables in the small fishing village, and Snow White and Azrona crept through the gates together, staring at that rare view.

Proceeding through the village and going to the house of the village chief who asked the gatekeeper, before that house, he discovers a face he does not want to see, and the treasurer is attacked by nausea and dizziness.

Seeing such a collector, Snow White has the eye of sorrow, and Azlona is okay? I had a sarcastic eye.