Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

From the simple gate to the villager's house-like building, it was a gentle downhill.

The village of Donorbo was situated along the rolling coast of various rocks, large and small, and the docking yard at the waves of the village, which cut and culminated in some slopes, laid small rocks, so that the wooden fishing boats that were riding up there could be pushed out to sea.

There is a large village chief's house around so that it overlaps several houses in the middle of the downhill to such a dock.

The walls of houses, such as those made using the surrounding stones, seem dull and sturdy, but all houses, including those of the village chief, were damaged by the place.

The collector found such a group in front of the village chief's house that he felt dizzy and nauseous and stopped his legs, looking down from here a little further away.

In front of the village chief's house was a group of 'Moon Goddess Attaché (Maruna Nhum)' dressed in leather armor from the top of a deep green robe, and even Akikawa, with her calf-like eyes, who somehow dropped her shoulders and was sold, and her knight, her visitor.

No matter, nausea and dizziness are my fault.

But the zodiac is seriously curious as to whether to go to another village, but when he looks at the first full of Azrona's expectations looking at the sea, he also feels pathetic that he turns his back on the sea here.

There were a few other things I wanted to do.

I didn't do anything wrong. I don't feel burdened or humbled against them.

We can also see if Akikawa is telling a female knight a secret.

The collector summed up his thoughts, staring at a bunch of worries.

If Akikawa isn't telling a secret and there's no fan, he works here.

If Akikawa is telling a secret or if there's a funf, withdraw immediately.

That would be the critical line.

All you have to do is try to stay out of contact as much as you can.

That's what the collector decided and waited for everyone to leave the village chief's house.

He acted like a reality escape by plotting to make a snowy tail tie to distract the handshake, or by taking a goopy blow with a tail tie to an angry snowy white at one tie stage.

But the collector, who thought it would be less trouble if they all went to the village chief's house after they left, sighed.

The Moon Goddess's entourage and Akikawa are coming this way.

There are only gates here.

The collector assumed that if he had just arrived in the village, he would sometimes turn back.

The collector pinched Azrona, thinking he had no choice, and put him on the back of the snow white, and decided to head to the village chief's house.

Because contact is inevitable either way.

It was Akikawa who first noticed the existence of the treasurer.

I bow my head like a Japanese.

The collector was also attached and about to lower it, but I caught hold of it for a long time.

It is possible that you will find out by one of the things you did. There are female knights who will know the summoner, so you can't be too vigilant.

A female knight notices the behavior of Akikawa, and by the time it is different, all the entourages of the Moon Goddess, including Agatha, realize the presence of the treasurer.

In it, there were no fans.

A female knight stops in front of a collector.

Not so thick a path, inevitably a bunch behind it was also to stop.

Akikawa looks sorry.

Rather than exposing secrets, it was the wind against the actions of this unreadable woman of air.

The female knight opens her mouth, not at all frightened by the snow and white behind the treasurer.

"- Excuse me the other day, I'm Vanis Garland. You're here as a hunter, too?

It was a tone that could only be described as Rin.

"It's Klund. Unique."

The lady knight is smiling for some reason, without even looking disturbed by the short response of the collector.

"Well, why don't you join us in the pirate exorcism?

The collector lost his word for a moment.

Because it was too abrupt and too unrelenting, there was no rebellion.

Short-haired blonde hair, who just said she was in the way of wearing a helmet, was even more ramblingly bulked.

He is also tall and one of the heads of the treasurer, with a firm body that can never be said to be thin, but the ups and downs are twelve minutes long and would fall within the category of beauty, albeit with a tight face.

The long sword on his back and the silver light armor, the kite shield that caught his helmet, was the only one with the crest in it, but at a glance he could tell it was made in a whole line, and it was exactly what I would call a female knight in the story.

The collector was distracted only by his words, actions and appearance for a few seconds, but he laughed bitterly when he saw Akikawa behind him.

Akikawa's sorry face makes him bow his head down again and again.

The collector is about to fall into the illusion that this is Japan.

"I'm terribly seasick. It's in my hands. If it's a fine request, I'll do it over here."

To that answer, several of the moon goddess's entourages laughed with their noses as they were behind Vanis and listened to the zodiac's reply.

There was no such thing as an original favorable gaze on the collectors who are in conflict with Agatha about the fans, and a few more were looking down on them in their current responses.

I guess this reaction isn't strange either because for them the collectors are a ruthless race who tried mercilessly to kill the girl to protect, but it doesn't feel good for the collectors. Clearly, it's offensive.

But Vanis doesn't realize how it is, and invites the keeper.

"I'm here, and so are the entourages of the Moon Goddess. I don't think you have much to worry about."

I guess that means guessing around Akikawa's name doesn't come up.

"You don't want to get shot in the back."

Vannis tried to blame himself for the inadvertent words of the treasurer, but was drawn to his arm by Akikawa, who was behind him, and said nothing more.

The collector is silent and tries to stay put.

"You can't save cowardly on the despicable. It's not worth shooting in your back."

And it came to pass, that a slurry and a tall woman with the wings of a white eagle in her arms said.

The collector doesn't hate tall women, but all this time he was blind to his intimidating height.

"I didn't know you wouldn't even have a name.

Well, I don't deny being timid. But I think it's the guy who interrupted the duel. Besides, don't steam back what's done. Can you take responsibility for that?

That's all the collectors say, we just head to the village chief's house.

The white eagle bird race tried to say something more, but when the snow white with Azlona on his back stopped and stared, he clasped his mouth abominably.

In the look of the female knight who named herself Vannis, Akikawa seemed unwilling to expose the identity of the treasurer or become even more familiar with it, and on the contrary, she was sadly accompanied by pirate exorcism and only seemed to be swung by Vannis.

This sense of distance had nothing to say even as a keeper.

And there's no funf.

There was no obstacle for the collectors to operate in Donorbo.

You can ignore the entourage of the Moon Goddess. I don't need to hang out either.

More than that, I was curious.

It is the eyes of the villagers against snow and Azrona.

Of course there is vigilance against the Beast, but that was it.

Each person, but there was no such thing as excessive fear in many eyes that saw snow and white in faraway windings.

There's no getting close, but there's no sign of exclusion.

The collector slammed the door of the village chief's house as he leaned his neck inside.

"Is that an introduction to the lay? I am Gorka, the village chief. So, what's your rank?

The old man, short haired and tanned in black, asks the collector as he looks at the wooden planks, which are references.

I feel intimidated because of my tall tall and tight body, my carved deep staring eyes and, above all, the sharp canine teeth that I see every time I open my mouth. He looked so tougher than a lousy hunter.

"Eight."

The collector felt like Gorka's intimidation had increased.

But it's easy to show here.

"There's a hunting beast. Can I come in?

"Never mind."

The collector let in the snow white waiting outside.

It's supposed to be an out-of-standard warcraft I've never seen for Gorka, but Gorka's appearance, which I'm supposed to be feeling scared of, hardly changed.

"... I see. So, you're going to the pirate exorcism, too?

The only thing I see is a sense of vigilance towards the beast for the first time. Even so, I'm glad to say that it's like it's always wrapped around, and practically nothing changes.

"No, the seasickness is terrible, because you can't move on the ocean first, let me refrain. Let me see if it's anything like a salting request. Clean up what you might be able to do"

"Well, you don't have to.... the same goes for me and the others. The eagles are five blue ones, but the others are like launched fish if they go up the hill. It can't be the same as on the sea with a eagle.

Just help me get rid of the pirates if they come when I'm in the village. I hear the female knights will do the pursuit. "

Gorka stared straight into the eyes of the collector, though only to loosen his stern face.

"I will do everything I can to the extent that I don't die. So, it's about the reward."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I know it's a relatively wealthy village in North Baruch, but I don't have much cash to earn right now."

"I hear that. So it doesn't matter if you pay in kind."

The collector has a food backpack.

And there were two people who ate a lot.

The collector was wondering if that would be okay if I paid in kind rather than greeting and giggling for gold.

"As far as I'm concerned, I wish, okay?

"Eat well, these guys"

The collector brutally strokes Snow White's head with every little ear.

If you're a big fish or delicious meat, I hope you're welcome. Snow white looking up at Gorka with sparkling eyes.

Did Azlona on her back also totally take over the snow and white eating spot? She was staring at Gorka with the same eyes as Snow and White.

"Right."

To the Warcraft reacting as if they understood the story, but Gorka did not move.

"This is Snow White. Feilong's mutant species is Azlona. Try not to attack me by mistake. They don't attack people outside of counter-attacks, and they plot ways to do it."

"Well, nobody cares unless it harms the villagers."

Gorka makes a face that says don't be ridiculous.

The collector decided to ask what he had always cared about just fine.

"I was wondering, why aren't you afraid of snow and white? Even the hunters of Rattana's beast race were upset."

Gorka laughed invincibly.

"The eagles are out in the ocean dealing with demon fish many times bigger than that. I even pulled her up to the beach as a girl. I've been watching that since I was a kid. It's just like a stupid big cat this time of year. Yeah, it might have something to do with the blood of the Beast race flowing through the eagles."

Donorbo fishermen hunted a large demonic fish named Jalualla between the white moon and the pale moon.

"Is it that big"

"Some guys are bigger than this house. There's a man in the village on a boat out there, and we have to surround him. Yeah, he's smart as if he understands people's language. He's a tough guy."

"... did they poke that gap"

Gorka distorted her stern face with anger.

"Oh, yeah. The pirates attacked the village after the first fishing trip. I managed to buy some time until the women left in the village fought in cages and the eagles returned, but if I was worried about my back, I wouldn't even be able to go fishing."

"I see. So, do you have a job like I do?

Gorka starts fishing the shelves behind her with anger down.

"The pirate managed to stand up thanks to the female knight, but the raid in the meantime cut off the pills and stuff. The request is around the corner.

Yeah, there's hardly any hunters in this village. We'll probably do it ourselves before the fishing starts. "

Gorka gave the collector a piece of paper.

"I wrote down the names and quantities of medicinal herbs I needed. If you don't know the herb, go to your therapist's grandmother. It's two houses away."

Finally we can go to sea, and Gorka leaves the house whining like that.

There were also two houses one turn larger than the surroundings similar to the village chief's house, just ahead of them a middle-aged woman and a young daughter of fifteen or six hanging grass bracketed with strings.

The two were slightly alarmed when the collector with the snow and white came to the front of the house.

The collector shows the paper he got from Gorka.

"It's a hunter. I heard you asked me to collect some herbs."

When they heard that, they relieved themselves of their guard lightly and broke their faces.

"Oh, welcome to a village with nothing like this. Go inside."

The collector tries to enter the house at the invitation of a middle-aged woman.

"Oh, treat them like people do. I understand the rough stuff."

The young daughter, who was looking at the snowflake with an alternating expression without curiosity and vigilance, looked up puckered at the words of the collector and floated with joy.

She was a burnt daughter on a day reminiscent of some cat daughter, with one scale on each eye butt. Scales were also found in middle-aged women who would be mothers.

When I walked into the house, the intricate scent snorted.

- Oh, my God!

Behind me I heard a big sneeze of snow and a cute scream of a young daughter surprised by it.

"You're the one who gets the request."

There was an old woman sitting in a chair looking at the collector.

"Yeah, but I can't tell the difference between herbs. If you have a sample..."

"- You can't have that. I've used it all in the meantime. Hunters can't tell Locke from herbs these days."

"I'm a flow hunter."

"It's natural to know extra if it flows. What's going on here? Though it would be to learn wisdom, gain experience and return to your homeland. Besides, there's no harm in saving magic on how much magic you can fix, is there?

As a keeper who admitted his lack of knowledge as a hunter of his own, he didn't sound like a ghost either.

We no longer have to raise the white flag.

"... sorry, I don't even know what a therapist would do in the first place"

The collectors didn't know why they could save magic.

The old woman looks frightened.

"From there. How long have you been a hunter, star?

"Well, if you're a mother, I'm sorry. Sit there, please."

A middle-aged woman recommended to the chair across the street from the old woman a keeper who stood up defeated by the old woman's tongue near the entrance.

The collector sat in his chair as recommended, and once again answered the old woman.

"It's Klund. Be a hunter...... a year and a half, I think it's weak. Eight stars."

"Atashi is Ilargi, my daughter-in-law here is Aise, and my grandson, who was outside, is Isala.

Can you take another seven-star test?

"Take it, I fell. I admit I lack common sense as a hunter. But as long as we distinguish between herbs, we can get herbs pretty deep in the woods."

The middle-aged woman, who was said to be Aise, who had prepared tea-like drinks, looked a little surprised.

Less than a year and a half ago, the current seven stars are the faster, but not so rare. But it was rare to be a stream hunter with eight stars, and it was rare to come in deep into the woods in what is now North Baruch without further ado, at a level I had never seen or heard of.

The old woman named Ilargi narrows her eyes.

"Oh, a kid who can't even be seven stars says,"

"All I can say is what I can. So I turned down the pirate exorcism."

The scales in his eyes became distorted and his eyes became more rugged, and just like a witch and other faces Iralgi looked more horrified. It was an eye as if the snake was inquisiting a frog.

Ilargi looses power.

"... I can't help it. He also wants to borrow a fish hand when pulling a net.

- Take Atashi. "

The collector didn't know what he was talking about.

"I don't know, face it"

"No, you won't"

Ilargi's hips in the chair are bent and his feet are thin.

"Hmm, you can't beat a young one yet. I just wanted to say, it's pretty tight up to the woods."

"Then..."

"- I wish you would."

The safekeeper gets stuck in words in the lightly uttered iralgi.

"This is my job, too. If you're seven stars, you'll get a request to escort the investigation. It's like I'm already stuck on one leg in a coffin, and I have a daughter and grandson who inherited technology, and I don't care when she dies.

More than that, if the pirates come again and you can't help the villagers, you can't die. "

"Oh, Mother, then it's me or Isara."

"Huh, let me take you and Isara to such a young man. What if something happens? Your husband's too worried to fall off the ship."

I don't know about that in front of the person, but although it does stand too much, Ise's body is full, the wrinkles in her eyes create an extra hue, and Isala is pleasant and adorable.

If my daughter-in-law or daughter were to guide me through the hunter of a strange man, I wouldn't care as a husband or as a father.

"But..."

- All right, Grandma.

"Fine, it's superfluous. I'm going because you can't even tell the herb. [M] Look, I'm coming."

Ilargi invites toward the collector.

"Yes, now?

"The men will leave before tomorrow's departure and return as early as three days. In the meantime there will be pirates again, or someone could get hurt in the fishing. When I thought about the time I had to process it into medicine, I never got over it early."

"Mother, you don't have to be in such a hurry"

If there's nothing in Ise's words, that's fine. It's my job to prepare, Ilargi added.

But get ready.

"- You're a hunter too, you're about ready for camp, aren't you? Ise, give me the tools."

To Ilargi, fluttering on the chair, the sawdust and Aise looked at each other and sighed at the same time.

When the collector, who hung the hammer of the big paw he was carrying on his back and then carried Irargi, went outside, there was Azrona, happy to be played by a snow-white tail and a flour-burned daughter named Isala.

"... that's a lot bigger. And the Fei Long mutant, is it really eight stars?

"I picked them both up."

"That's what's been rolling. Come on, let's go."

Hit the back of the collector and make him rush ahead.

Snow White rose up with a sleigh at the sign of going out, looked at the old woman on the back of the zodiac, then glanced at the zodiac, somewhere laughing and looking.

You're not supposed to laugh, are you? But with a face I'm going to say, I'm going to hold Azlona up my tail and put her on my back.

The collector sighed heavily at Snow White's gaze before heading to the gate.

Bringing Ilargi on snow and white, how dare Snow and White allow it, the collector continued to run with Ilargi on his back on a gentle ascending slope.

The forest on the loose hillside behind Donorbo continued from the forest on the hem of Dragon Mountain but the vegetation seemed quite different.

The trees grew depressed and there was little light in the woods, even though it had been awhile past Jomtien.

The treasurer in the dim woods was trying to crawl and pull the herb out of the bump, not knowing the difference with the weed.

"Well, you're pretty good at it."

Yes, Ilargi told me it was the collector, not the one. Snow white.

Snow White was cleverly digging up his nails and collecting herbs with his tail.

It was also taught only once by Iralgi, who classifies three very difficult types of medicinal herbs without a single mistake.

Snow white looking at the keeper in a fuzzy way.

"Are you..."

That's what Irargi says, putting a bunch of grass brought to him by the keeper gently aside from a bunch of medicinal herbs, and turning a rare, comforting eye to him.

The eye was obviously more pitiful of a useless keeper than a hunter.

While only the collector is plain hurt, the line proceeds to the back of the woods in search of medicinal herbs.

Next, mushrooms.

I can't tell this from you again. It was great for the collector because the type varied depending on the slight opening condition of the scab and the length in millimeters.

Still, even if you twist your head and magically try to harvest it until it strengthens your overburdened senses, if you take a poisonous mushroom that you can't use, it is the end of the day when you are turned to pity by Ilargi and beaten on the shoulder with your tail by snow and white to comfort you.

But in Iralgi's raw warm gaze, the Zao even felt a sense of ready-made vision.

It was the gaze of the Parent Warcraft from afar, the first day since it was flown into Snow Mountain and fought badly out of the cave.

The collector had a natural and somewhere nostalgic grin.

I started a light-mouthed public discourse about worrying about such a collector just as well as Irargi.

"I've never seen a forest with so much nothing. Not one of the dragons will come out easily. Well, I guess it's because of this kid."

My mouth is tight in the first place, so even when it comes to public discourse, it contains poison.

"Well, you're studying. It's been two years since I've been a hunter, I'm not really worried about you. Even hunters around here won't be able to tell these young guys apart these days. It's a crusade. It's a hunt. It's a jump to name it. What the hell do you think hunters do..."

That's how I started explaining the therapist that the keeper didn't know without stopping his hand.

The therapist says it heals the wounds, detoxifies the poison, and heals the disease.

It seems that clerics used to do that too, but now they're putting more effort into cursing and purifying it. It's not that I can't treat it.

Life magic requires its own magic, even when it is treated by others. It was often incurable if the wounds were profound in ordinary people, who were not of the old adventurers' three kinds or military personnel. It was the technique of the therapist to make up for that missing amount of magic with the medication he had made.

"This is what kids know."

"I grew up in the back of the mountain, and I was oblivious to everything."

"... right. Is this what it is? You can't take it home any more."

The cloth bag I brought was swelling into the bread.

Ilargi whines a little tired that you have to go back and forth about two more times.

The collector had some useless burdens, and after a long tour, he held up a cloth bag, opened the mouth of the food backpack and poured medicinal herbs and mushrooms inside.

"That's what I did. It's water on the baking stone..."

No matter how many herbs and mushrooms were poured in, the food backpack never swelled, and no matter how peppered the cloth bag was, it didn't matter.

"You can still look for this."

"... a magic device?

"Yes."

"I've never heard of magic equipment like that, it's a total strange hunter"

"It's not like we're going in infinitely. It's also troublesome to be followed by strange people. Don't tell anyone."

"I won't tell you. Can you do that?"

"Helpful"

"Well, then there's still a day. Shall we go in the back?"

Ilargi invited the collector, clinging to the back of the collector who came by.

The collectors continued to discern and harvest spicy flowers, fruits and plants, and Ilargi said as he looked at the snow and white when the sun began to set and turn back.

"Shouldn't you give this kid a promotion exam?

Ilargi's joke was that he stabbed the treasurer in the face.

The line reveals the night in a simple cabin made by the treasurer of earthly magic.

The first person to wake up was the collector, and it was still a chilly early morning outside in the morning.

"- So you were grabbing my stomach? Yesterday's was quite delicious, and it's weak for a man or a woman to grab his stomach."

Apparently he woke up to signs of people moving. Iralgi glanced at the collector's hand as he was impressed.

The collector was unbelievable, climbing a tree, peeling the skin of a flying blood-sucking rabbit, pulling out his guts, and burning in it several pieces of rice, vegetables and spices that had been cooked, on a direct fire.

This blood-sucking rabbit was returned by Snow White on a late-night watch, and when the conditions are in place, he even sucks up the blood of a flying dragon in a group, but basically it seems that creating a large herd with a free temperament is hardly anything but a warcraft outburst (stampede).

I'm just making something to eat.

As a collector, I should have been delicious enough to feel good about it.

Snow White and Azrona also wake up from the smell and sit down a bit before the fire elf burns.

When the collector manipulated the fire sperm separately, he boiled the water in a earthen bottle, threw the tea leaves in there, and after a while poured the tea into the earthen water drink and gave it to Ilargi.

Snow White and Azlona preferred water to tea, so water out with water concentrate, put it in a earthy basin and set aside.

Ilargi looked surprised, but rinsed his tea.

"Herbal tea, but I don't think so."

"It's Rattana's tea. That way, I'll add sugar, you want to put it in?

"No, that's fine. Is this southern tea? They barely come in here."

"You've become a good underworld souvenir."

"Ha, I won't die until I hold Isala's child. And you don't really want to snap this kid's leg."

"Don't joke, it's mine to take care of. - Buffoo."

A long tail of snow and white struck the face of the collector.

Cuckold laughing iralgi.

To the groaning of the collector, the sound of tea making all the time without Ilargi, the sound of drinking two pieces of water sounded in the morning, and the time flowed so that it could be called a dress.

After a while, after eating the breakfast made by the collector, the line went back into the woods, and after taking more than two round-trip medicinal herbs, after noon, he cut up the collection and returned to the village with an early foot.

When I returned to the village, the whole village was stained with red lotus.

Even so, it's not burning, it's dyed in the sunset.

There were already no ships at the shipyard stained with cedar, and the men seemed to have left as planned. Many of the houses that had been damaged had been repaired and cooking smoke had risen from the chimneys of those houses.

The zodiac loosens his legs and looks at the sight, going down the slope that leads to Donorbo.

"It's a good village. Atashi has rarely been out of this village, but he thinks that's all right. Born in this village, dying in this village. I'm satisfied with that.

So it's better than it's too late, even if they say they'll knock on the stone bridge and cross. Thanks for saving me this time. "

That's what Ilargi said in a small voice on the back of the collector.

The collector crept down the hill through the gate, lowering Irargi in front of the house, before first placing the herbs in the cloth bag, then trying to take away the herbs kept in the food backpack.

"If you put it all down, you'll lose your foot stomping ground. You just have to give me about a third of the rest."

As the collector says, I'm going to get the herbs out.

Aise and Isala were not in this room for dinner support or what a busy day it is.

"What about you? Where are you staying?"

"Mm, oh, I'll make it where it's appropriate. They're here, too."

"Then stay. The cabin next door is empty. It's usually a place with fishing gear in it, so it's okay to get those kids inside."

I'll have to give you the rest of the herbs, too, so you'd better do that.

If the Snow Whites have no problem, I hope so.

Then I thought now that the collector said please, but Ilargi raises his voice.

"No, you, what about the reward? I forgot."

"The village chief and I are talking in kind. Wouldn't you like some fish?"

"Right. Well, go have dinner or something."

"But..."

"- I have about enough for those kids to eat. I dried last year's big mouth. There's only enough."

A big mouth is a big mouth jumping fish, and that's what all the humans in this village seem to do.

"Well, it'll be a treat."

When the collector said so, Ilargi called his daughter out loud, Aise.

The sun set abundantly, and the Zao man was walking along the ship's dock with a prap as he floated the fire sperm. Behind the treasurer was Azlona sleeping wrapped in snow white and its tail.

The dinner was qualitative: soup and hard bread with wild grass and dried large mouths, but it was delicious.

Especially the large mouth was almost closer to the meat than the fish, and Snow White and others got the dried large mouth of meat intact and slowly and happily swallowed its hard meat.

Azrona could not eat just as hard, and Isala was fed what had been simmered and softened. Isara also seemed to be enjoying feeding Azrona, so it wouldn't be annoying either.

"Stop."

Beyond the wide dock, there were three women, the entourage of the Moon Goddess. One is a woman of the white eagle bird race who stuck on a collector yesterday.

The three men had not pulled out their weapons, but their hostility and vigilance had stripped them off.

"What are you doing at this hour"

"What a walk. Hey."

- Ugh.

I noticed the three of them as soon as possible, and the snow white lined up to lean next to the possessor rang short to agree.

Is that eye a pit? But a snowy white with a tall eye.

The white eagle bird race grumbled that it was a creepy warcraft to such a snow and white gaze, then told the collector off.

"… you are suspected of being a pirate insider. It's only natural to be vigilant if you wander around at the dock at night like this. I just don't want to be held captive."

The collector laughs at you with his nose.

"That's a wet coat. Where's the evidence in the first place? There's no way I suspect you without proof."

"Evidence is that the pirates were repelled once and appeared as if they had targeted the day we arrived. Big, you're gonna poke around and send a signal, right?

"You're a bitch. I'm telling you to give me proof. You know what I'm saying, right?

The woman of the white eagle bird race stared at the treasurer with a giraffe.

"Well, the beast depends on you to keep your mouth shut. You're a master."

"If you're gonna say that, you're gonna have to rely on the organization to live. You guys are similar."

The pressure of the three rises to the level of intent to kill.

For those of them who received harsh raw on each and were saved by their moon goddess entourage, the words of the collector were too insensitive.

But it is the same for the treasurer.

But when he said it, the ladies in front of him would not know, and the collector decided to turn back the way.

The intent to kill pierces its back, but the collector doesn't seem to care.

On my back, I have snow and white. I wasn't even as worried or anything.

The collector was a slightly fish-smelling cabin, pillowing a soft belly of snow and white along with Azlona, and revealed the night in one piece.

It was that morning.

- Don't, don't, don't, don't.

It's still chilly, probably when the sun hasn't even risen.

The collector awoke to the shitty sound of knocking on the door.

Snow White, who wakes up from falling asleep and licking Azrona biting her tail, also pointed a slightly annoying eye at the door.

The collector sighs and opens the stand up door.

"Work. Yikes. Look, get the herb out of here."

The collector sighed another loud sigh.