Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

Fanf had noticed, but pretended not to.

Our Lord murdered the son of the Bat Beast race and fought him as a vendetta against his mother who obtained the assistant knife of a man of one race.

The next prince also fought a duel against the race of assistant knives in a manner close to rubbish, and was killed.

And his father was solemnly cleared in an attempt to darken the race of the helper knife in defiance of King Garuda's command.

I knew that was true because I had heard it many times.

But I'm alone now.

Even if it was a resentment, I thought I had to kill even a man of that race who was the culprit of all.

If it weren't for that race, I wouldn't have lost my family.

So I tried.

But he lost in a duel, he picked up his life, and there he finally realized it.

I wasn't alone.

Joseph, Agatha, and Dawi, accompanied by the Moon Goddess (Maruna Nyum), were warmly supported by those around the Minutes Temple.

Even if Mr. Joseph is badly told in the shadows that he defiled the duel, all he needs is for you to live. I said I don't care about fame.

Mr. Agatha is very strict, he explains the facts many times by properly separating the right from the wrong against himself, and not leaving this city is also to live. We can't move on unless we get past the shadow of resentment, I said.

Mr. Dawi was kind, reliable, and seemed to think that if he had a sister, he would be like this.

It was warm.

After a while I hunted the Warcraft in a village without Mr. Joseph and Hunter.

At the request of a child who would pay no money for her sick mother, she also went to fetch herbs.

Mr. Joseph seemed to be making himself ill, but for a short time he laughed that it was nothing.

Those days went on, it was one day.

Just three days ago at noon, a hunter named that kland was shopping alongside a stranger.

It seemed fun and happy.

Unexpectedly, the breathlessness has stirred up.

Why are your parents dead and you live happily ever after?

And.

Why are my parents dead and I live feeling happy?

There's no way I can forgive that.

That race was with the same woman at the harvest festival as if to show off.

My gaze fits.

Not yet, Fanf said, laying his eyes down and pushing his anger to death.

If it strikes me now, I can't win.

Fanf was making a mistake.

The fact that his own defeat in a single blow defeated our Lord, albeit by cowardly means, and further defeated his son, had led us to illusion that the collectors were higher than ourselves, making us think that the fans had not chosen the means.

In Marnova, there were the eyes of Mr. Joseph and he couldn't move. That man couldn't get his hands on Marnova because he wouldn't stay long in the first place.

Outside the city, that white warcraft that made me feel awesome always seemed to protect that man.

There was no gap.

All the rush recruits.

When I thought about when that guy was going somewhere, I didn't care.

The harvest festival was interrupted by thieves.

Not a big thief, but a lot of them.

Everyone was working together once they were certain.

Though Mr. Agatha has taken a song knife, he was able to cope adequately with the spiritual magic and the crude weapon the thief possesses.

When the thief was strangely suppressed, the tension slightly eased while maintaining a sense of temporary cooperation.

Thief raid, slight clearance shortly thereafter.

There is no such thing as that white warcraft.

It was the only place I had left.

The fans are not already restricted by the curse of society, and without hesitation, they have not even saved their own lives. What was there was an unprocessed, blind love for parents.

The current position of the funf is similar to that of the depositor in a sense.

Fanf told King Garuda that the kingdom of Rattana had killed his clan and lost his place to return.

The collector was taken shelter by Hayat and was treated from displaced origin, supposedly absent from the same summoner and sometimes not treated as a human being in this world.

It is the good and the evil of the process that are different, but there is no such thing as a society (the rule) to which I adhere because I am expelled from the society that was supposed to be protected to which I belonged.

In other words, I had no hesitation in harming my enemies.

It is a betrayal to everyone who has ever supported me.

The way it's done, it's outrageous and despicable.

But Fanf couldn't forgive his father, his mother, the man who destroyed his clan.

I'm sorry, Mr. Joseph, Mr. Dawi, Mr. Agatha, and your entourage.

Fanf waited for the man approaching.

Almost there.

A little more.

That man approaching me while holding a rolling thief in ice.

Rubbing Joseph's back, the funf was only ears, measuring that distance that could be packed in one foot.

Length of arms, length of sword, between one leg.

That man, at that critical distance, went in.

The woman is in the way, but I can't help it.

My song knife had been featured by Agatha when I entered the city.

Therefore Fanf waved the magic knife that was right there, lest Joseph should be enlightened as much as he could.

Beggars in front of the gate pray without learning.

Fanf's sword moves looked just like Joseph's.

Joseph felt his legs tired, his grip weakened, and he dropped his hips on the spot.

Even though the average person had a hairy degree of thief, he still had a long fight.

Unthinkable before, even Arisa felt heavier and let go of her hand from the pattern at the same time as dropping her hips.

"... I'm old enough"

I spill those words, staring at the hard hand with power.

Fanf came running over with a worried face.

The face of this child was also much safer and his eyes became clearer.

Even when he saw the hunter of his enemies during the harvest festival, he was calm with only a slight upset.

It will fit when I can give it a hand job.

I don't have that much time anymore.

It was when Joseph was thinking about that, feeling the signs of a fanff rubbing his shoulders loose on his back.

I don't want to believe it.

Such a relaxed mind and old, tired, hair just after the raid slowed Joseph's reaction.

Estia's confused face.

A demonic knife penetrated Estea and penetrated through leather armor to reach the abdomen.

Covered my sight, fire wave.

The collector did not know for a moment what had happened.

We were antithetical to the Moon Goddess's entourages, but cooperated with each other in an implicit understanding.

With that feeling in mind, I had approached Joseph, Fanf, before I realized it, even though it was to restrain the thief.

Estia's body was in a blind spot.

Although tentative, it left a sense of being unconsciously still in Japan that there was no way it could be hurt by cooperation officials.

There was resistance to what I would call alarm.

But there is nothing but alarm.

Reflectively, only the magic barrier of the life essence could be deployed, but the part still not protected by armor sustained burns.

Blood had also begun to flow from the stab wounds on his abdomen.

But more than that.

Estea in front of me was so black and burnt out that I couldn't even read her expression.

You can chill the burns.

The sawdust remembered it, and covered Estea with ice.

In the meantime too, the funf was trying to wield two machetes, but it is inhibited.

Fanf was suppressed to the ground by a female knight who sensed an anomaly and jumped to one foot.

The look on the face of the fanf pressed against the ground distorts into remorse.

Agatha, who noticed this one after sensing signs of intermediate spiritual magic, also saw things and ran over to Estea first.

Partly dissolve the ice of the collector, visually breathe and see the pulse.

But I shook my head sideways small.

Immediate death, I guess.

I couldn't believe the reality, and all I could do was watch it faraway. Layle rushed over to Estea, hugged Estea in the ice, and cried.

Soon Echites, Solion and Estea's acquaintances rushed over.

Agatha looks up at the collector.

The burn seems to be healing itself, but the abdominal wound was staining blood from under the leather armor.

It's only natural because it's the wound given to Joseph's demonic knife, but then that demonic knife would have admitted the funf.

"Your wounds..."

But the collector put his leather helmet back on so as to block Agatha, poking a Kukri knife at the funf that could be held against the vanis.

The only sword draw allowed outside of self-defense throughout the city.

- A duel.

Everyone breathed in the words of the treasurer.

It was gathered in the faces of lay, echeits, solions, and the treasurer, whose human gaze in the city was lit up in flames of burning wood.

The fan tries to answer the collector while he is held to the ground, but Agatha blocked it.

"- I acknowledge our responsibility. But this is the city. There is a law. We should let the law prevail."

I guess Agatha wasn't willing to ride in the first place. I guess she's not willing to keep her pledge.

The collectors also set up a duel because they didn't trust Agatha.

I didn't know which would take precedence in the first place, the law or the pledge. Perhaps the pledge was like an illegitimate covenant, where the collector actually killed the funf as per the pledge, and if someone complained about it in disgust, the collector would also be punished in some way.

Therefore the collector chose a duel so as not to be disturbed.

"- I don't want reorganization or anything. I'm not joking about life sentences or anything.

At that time, Estia would not have died if she had done all of the duel. Maybe it's also my fault in that sense, but I don't think I can forgive you any more for getting in your way. You're not going to keep your pledge, but keep your mouth shut. "

"Are you..."

"- Don't be ridiculous!

Though Dawi raises his voice to blame for the treasurer.

"- That duel, take it"

But with Fanf's acceptance, the duel was established.

If he had also been a gendarme on this occasion, perhaps the duel of the laissez-passer would not have been allowed on this occasion, but not a single gendarme had come over this period.

Make it vanish. This is another country, and there is no more authority to interfere with it than the two are in agreement.

Nor was he able to resign himself to a duel without defects, even as he lived in a martial arts.

Vanis flaunts his face at the indescribable itching of his teeth, yet releases the funf and declares.

"- Then I shall be the witness. I have no interest in either."

The collector nodded in the wind that it didn't matter, and there seemed to be no difference in the fans either.

"The rule is, until one of you dies"

"- That's fine. Nothing else."

Fanf answered the sayings of the treasurer nicely.

This is probably the last opportunity for the fans to take their revenge. If you miss this, you will probably be stuck out by the gendarmerie, often with a life sentence and, worst of all, the death penalty.

In fact, the plea of the moon goddess's entourage and the fact that Estea is a whore are not necessarily the result of what the fans think, but the fans didn't even think about that.

"Intrusion is prohibited. There are no detailed rules, whatever the means. The winner had better be alive at the end."

If I could kill a collector, I wouldn't have cared about the rules or anything. Fanf nods depressingly.

The collector sees the vanis.

"... motivated by the duels of the times. But there's no other way."

Dawi tries to raise his voice, but Vanis stares.

"No way. It's anachronistic, but there's an agreement between the two"

"Damn -"

"- If there's anything more, I'll be the one to deal with it. I will not tolerate obstruction as a man of war."

To Vanis' attitude, Dawi chewed his back teeth tight with a gibberish.

Other Moon Goddess entourages were watching over what happened, but they just couldn't shelter the fans anymore.

Even if I knew what it was like to get revenge for involving a strange woman, it wasn't acceptable.

The collector whistles.

Snow White, who was hunting the thief who was about to plunder in the city all under stress, was heading this way, smelling the dark blood of the collector.

That just overlapped with the whistle of the collector and took the form of an instant arrival on this occasion.

- Gwwwwww!

Burns and abdominal wounds during the treatment of the treasurer, the corpse of the treasurer's feminine presence with a slight smell of the treasurer, the sword with the blood of the treasurer and the black burnt woman.

Snow White raises a roar of anger against everything hostile to the Collector when he instantly understands the situation.

The average person naturally even Vanis and Dawi distorted their faces and slightly stiffened their bodies.

I can kill anytime.

That's what Snow White's grey-golden eyes said.

I tell him to blame Vanis for instantly rebuilding his mind even in that state.

"You're not gonna let that warcraft do it, are you?"

"The beast is part of the hunter's power, isn't it?

"I will not deny it, but it will leave its roots behind."

"Right. Well, I'm not even willing to rely on it."

The fans also seemed faintly relieved by the words of the collector.

The treasurer strokes the snow and white jaw on the side perfectly, tickling Azlona's throat as she looks worried about the treasurer while being secured by the snow and white tail.

And as I could hear it around me, I told Snow White.

"- Take control of whoever gets in your way. If you can treat it with five-body satisfaction, you can overdo it somewhat. You can do whatever you want if you really want to be out of hand. If you get hurt, it's the end of the line."

to Snow White, who complains with swordswallowing eyes that you don't have to dispose of that red bird,

- I'll take care of that.

That is what the collector said, and saw the burnt Estea in the ice about to be carried by the lay men.

There was no time to leave the last word, Estia died.

But there was no anger in the Caveman to forget me.

Perhaps a whore and a guest.

But there was a pompous voidness in his chest.

And it was breeding hatred, a quiet rage that would be cold at the bottom.

That made the Founders challenge the duel.

The treasurer does not deny his anger, all his hatred.

I didn't think the emotions that were born when I lost something were pointless.

Then is the duel for Estea?

That's not all.

Estia can't talk anymore. No one can speak for themselves.

The collector himself is less convinced than anyone else.

Only a few things have been lost from the heart of the collector.

That's just one missing piece in a single puzzle called the heart.

That flabby, empty, missing part that was no longer to be buried forever, failed.

There was impeccable anger and grief, like a student who just had to say hello every day killed himself the next day.

The collector explores his own physical condition.

The burns were almost healed, but the abdominal wounds are very slow to heal.

Joseph's demonic knife has the effect of barrier attenuation, injury healing inhibition, but the collector did not know.

The collector tongues at the healing that doesn't work.

He said it might have been some kind of poison in the fanff's sword.

"- Hey, how can I cure this wound"

Joseph at the end of his gaze didn't answer.

But it doesn't seem hostile to the collectors either.

He didn't even stand up and seemed flattered.

The collector looks around.

Neither Agatha nor Dawi will answer.

I guess Vanis and Akikawa and the others don't know.

The collector thinks.

First I try to make a key with magic to detoxify at the same time while exploring a detoxification point that can also be called a keyhole so as to detoxify the magic poison, but I can't feel anything.

Then I will try a method to magically suppress the potency of the poison to be performed if the magic poison cannot be detoxified.

He used life magic with an image that magically forcefully suppresses the effect of inhibiting wound recovery, and sprinkled, swallowed, and on top of that he used the magic of healing life magic with more Irargi direct blood suppression pills.

Now dramatically, not necessarily, but for now, the blood stops.

Again, it is not fully healed. If you move hard, you'll bleed again, but nothing could be done about it any more.

But the stage is set.

We were fortunate that Vanis pierced neutrality for now.

Vanis, it should be difficult for Agatha, Dawi, and Joseph to break through the snow and jam it. Even the fans seem to be out of hand, but they can't be outfield opponents or anything.

The bandits who rolled into the square were coming to me from Bartis.

The collector wears a face guard and sets up a Kukri knife.

Fanf set up Joseph's demonic knife with both hands.

Before the red-burning wooden formation, the two confront each other.

On top of them, it was snowing slightly like feathers.

"- Begin!

To the voice of Vanis, the collector sets it up instantly.

The wooden flames were extinguished with water sperm, and at the same time encircled themselves and the funf in the "blind room" of the intermediate dark spell magic.

The city is covered in night and darkness.

The Zodiac was no longer willing to be alarmed by every human being on this scene.

The physical obstruction from the outside was left to Snow White, who covered up the battle with intermediate dark elf magic in order not to let it settle further.

This is why the witness didn't care.

It looks like Dawi is calling something out there, but it's only a murmur to the collector.

The collector forms a sphere wall of ice soil in the darkness, removing the magic book from his nostalgia and carefully exploring the appearance of the fan transmitted from the Dark Fairy.

Don't take that sword of a funf. Even minor injuries can be troublesome.

There, a fire wave burst.

Darkness is paid for the red flame only for a moment, but the dark elf, who is receiving magic supplies from the collector, immediately painted that blank black.

Fanf relied on his sense of smell and hearing to locate the collector.

However, the fire wave did not reach the collector due to an unusual defense that could be described as cowardice.

Even though it's a highly magical bird race, it doesn't release intermediate magic so many times. If you use too much magic, you won't be able to fly.

Realizing the fire waves were futile, the fans switched their thoughts, jumping up and pushing through the darkness.

If magic fails, it is until it breaks through physically.

The other person is stuck like a turtle about what they're thinking.

Just fine, and Fanf descends all at once from over Bartis.

Fully reinforcing, like Dawi, he slashed the collector's ball wall with a demonic knife.

The ball walls are cut clean.

The first barrier of the autonomous physical barrier deployed inside the ball wall was also breached more lightly than usual, and Kukuri's knife put up by the collector inhibited the demonic knife in an attempt to reach the last second barrier.

Kukri's knife breaks due to its impact, but the Demonic Knife managed to stop at a second barrier that was deployed on the possessor's skin.

The collector releases eight consecutive earth walls from the ground, like a reverse guillotine, so as to thrust the funf against the barrier.

Fanf kicked it in the wreckage of the ball wall and escaped over it.

I didn't do anything with the keeper until the funf emitted a fire wave and suddenly descended.

He was chanting within the ball wall, conditioning and launching autonomous magic to a standby state near activation.

The collector does anything poorly, avant-garde or scoundrel, due to Snow White Sparta and his usual solo activities, but it is the unwanted, magically entrusted rear guard who is inherently best able to exert his power.

Oddly enough, this time he was in the most powerful position because he couldn't keep his enemies close.

From the darkness that covered them, Dawi was relieved to make sure the fans were flying up in the air.

Only once inside did the flames pay for the darkness, but I don't feel like Dawi because I can't see anything else.

I couldn't admit such a duel to Dawi.

I'm sorry for the dead woman, but the funf is alive. You have to protect yourself.

That's what I swore.

In an attempt to pay for the darkness, Dawi tried to give magic to the light sperm, which could only feel one or two.

- Gahhh!

Even the Light Elite fled frightened by the short roar emitted by that man's hunting beast that made his heart eagle.

No, it's not.

Dawi himself was frightened and missed his magic.

Dawi stares at the beast to shake himself off, frightened, albeit for a moment.

And without taking my eyes off, I slowly did my hand on the big curved knife on my back.

The collector didn't want the fan ever to get close again.

Is it also an effect of destroying the barrier on that song knife, the barrier is oddly brittle? If you let him near you, he'll get wounds that won't heal, and he'll die.

From what I've seen, melee fights are higher on the funf. Even that strange songknife opponent doesn't have a good minute to discuss injury readiness.

If it is brought into proximity, it will be defeated.

Speaking of the other way around, if you can't get close, chances of winning jump.

Never, never let me near you.

Fanf plummeted again. Even as a fan, it took a heavy offense to break through those ball walls and barriers.

But the collector drew the fan to the critical as he had waited before releasing the autonomous magic of the "net" that had kept him waiting.

"Nets" are relatively easy-to-use autonomous magic that can be activated by magic activators, by wearing objects describing magic formations, activation chants, and liberation chants.

shot out:

Capture the fanff of the sudden descent of the invisible net unleashed by the liberation chant.

Suddenly motion is inhibited and the fan crashes.

But when he shook the flame to resist before crashing and accidentally burned the net, he managed to land and instantly flip toward the collector, taking the position of assault.

shot out:

An invisible net catches the funf there, plus ice spears from over its head and earth piles from the ground.

I made a gooey noise and a flame erupted around the fanf.

An invisible net was burned to the flames, and earth piles and ice spears were avoided by the fans jumping off the spot.

Fanf's eyes caught the giraffe and the keeper.

There is even a beastly atmosphere.

Fanf began to cause flames to erupt irregularly around his body, as if it were a dull volcano.

It was a flame that also used the wind to suppress magic consumption.

Its flaming light wipes out the dark magic formations of the treasurer, with no clearance to use.

Fanf rushes out.

Now jump short on all sides of the collector and don't let them narrow their focus.

The collector pulled out a further triple demon gun as he rolled out nets, earth piles, and ice spears, and fired from the small bullet eye he had made on the ball wall.

"Metal Shotgun" presses to hive the funf that was about to come from the sidelines to the collector.

The third 'shotgun', after 'penetrating bullets' and 'fishing needles' in the four sachets I asked Gorvald the Dwarf for.

Even as the fans jumped back in surprise at the small debris released at a rate beyond understanding, the shotgun itself was firmly played by the magic fixture of the physical barrier they were wearing.

But I won't give up.

Once again, the fan storms the collector, as if that's the only beast he knows.

Its sharp eyes were only shooting through the treasurer.

Run through all directions, don't let the collectors narrow their focus, and fill in between with slight gaps.

A barrage of collectors is unleashed there, but the fans went straight ahead, without jumping away.

Avoid flickering ice spears that kill dirt piles protruding from the ground from all directions above your head.

The inevitable is cut off with a demonic knife, and nets and ice spears burn down with flames.

Fanf continues to go straight as he rotates his body while still waving a demonic knife recoil.

The last shotgun put in a triple demon gun there strikes the fanff, but the demonic knife and physical barriers held it back.

But the magic and physical barriers of the magic implements had already been destroyed in the attack of the obstinate collector.

There is nothing more to protect the fans.

But Fanf was about to scratch the barrage of spiritual magic and netting.

The figure looked a lot like Igshidehaan.

of a tornado with blades, spinning and waving swords while flying ultra-low. That was one of the extremes transmitted to the Rwandan family.

And the fans flamed there, and swordswords like Joseph, softer than Igshidehaan.

Fanf was awake at this time, due to his obsession and concentration on the collector.

There was nothing the Collector could do but magically keep up the barrage.

Finally, the fan forced flesh against the ball wall and pierced the demonic knife into a slight gap that the collector himself had opened for shooting.

The collector took the ball wall open and easily pushed through the barrier with a shield.

There is no reason for skill to be acquired in a day or squeezed there, and the collector receives it from the front without being able to recieve the pounding of the fan's flow.

At first glance, it looks like a poke of a powerless fan, but with reinforcement and rotation on one point, it pierced the Ice Warrior's round shield.

But the Ice Warrior's round shield ended up protecting the keeper from the demonic knife.

Fanf's penetration did not leave enough power to break through the gloves of the giant holding the Book of Magic.

The collector still felt a slight fear at that moment, but he was not in a hurry.

As Hayat one day rumbled and awakened, he also assumed the sudden rise in the power of the fans as the worst.

It was unexpected that Kukri's knife and shield were destroyed, but I always assumed the worst was because I was aware of my weakness.

So here we are, we have to decide.

Fanf moves fast, darkness is paid for irregular flames, and dark magic formations cannot be used.

The collector threw down the demon gun, and from the hole in the punctured ball wall, he saw the pinky finger of the fanf holding the demonic knife, (...).

"That form is true."

In an instant, a pinkie finger holding Fanf's demonic knife was twisted against the back of his hand.

"-Good."

For the first time, the fans stopped moving and raised their voice of anguish.

Don't miss it there, the possessor grabs the blade of the demonic knife with his giant gloves.

But at that moment, a similar shock ran into the hand of the collector.

The activation conditions for "Crochassis" are a magic activator, wearing an object describing the magic formation, activation chanting, liberation chanting, and one hand being free.

Therefore the collector let go of the demon gun.

The range of effects is as visible as it can be and is limited to areas where it can actually be physically twisted with a finger. This means that the eyeball cannot be twisted unless the previous stage of inserting the finger into the eye is taken, but it is possible with the eye lid.

The effect is the degree of grip without reinforcement.

Because of this, it was also difficult to twist an arm or neck with a strong enhancement efficiency.

Except with your fingers.

Though not fortified, the collector's grip was racially alienated.

No matter how physically capable the bird race was, it couldn't have been bearable if it had received such a force in the pinkie finger instantly.

The shock when I held the demonic knife was as if rejecting the collector.

But the collector does not let go of his hand, and pulls out the demonic knife with a fortification that does not hate the damage to his body as if it were a blow with all his might.

At that time, the abdominal wound applied by the demonic knife opens, but the collector ignores it.

He was attacked by an unidentified pinkie finger, and furthermore of a beast race unlikely to be considered by race, it was also pulled with a seed-like force that excelled in arm power, and Fanf let go of his demonic knife.

The collector immediately abandoned the maximum number of simultaneous exercises, the ball walls and barriers, even the maintenance of the waiting autonomous magic, and even put in the frame he had left as a further preparation to unleash twenty, the earth pile ten, the ice spear ten, and the funf.

Three hundred and sixty degrees, to the dirt piles and ice spears approaching from all directions, Fanf thought about fighting with the body twitches and flames that he had made on this occasion, but he really didn't have enough magic knives.

Still, melt the ice spear over your head with flames, and if you run over it, you'll get a hand wound, but it'll help.

The moment the fanf thought that and tried to jump the flame up, the demonic knife pierced its chest.

As his body stiffened to that blow, soil piles and ice spears skewered the funf from all directions before he escaped.

Shortly after releasing the spiritual magic, the collector was throwing a demonic knife, remaining the power when he took it.

It can also be described as a meteor-like throw of all force, which was not detected by the fans hiding in the shadows of earth piles and ice spears.

People staring at the duel didn't know what was going on.

To the extent that only Agatha, Bannis and Dawi could barely feel the spiritual magic movement and guess the situation.

Darkness fades.

The darkness slipped away as the collectors abandoned their maintenance.

Every human being in the square glanced.

It was the collector who stood.

After Vanis sees to confirm the collector, he considers the settlement to have been made and skips the light sperm.

It was the figure of the fan lying on his back that was illuminated by the light.

Of a body full of wounds and blood, just touching the heart, there stands a demonic knife vertically, as if it were made to the earth.

It was the neck that hadn't been cut off, but it was obvious from the amount of bleeding it was dead.

As Agatha meditated in the face of pain relief, Joseph stared sadly at Fanf's body.

"- You aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Only anger, arguably Dawi's scream, echoed.

But Dawi can't move.

Because Dawi was sewn to the ground again, too.

In the midst of the duel, Dawi, interrupted by snow and white in an attempt to shed light from the outside, was hit by snow and in return, and was now strongly trampled on his abdomen and pierced by its sharp nails.

It was Agatha who tried to save Dawi, but she realized that it was not beyond her own power to Snow White's intimidating eyes, and she gave up more than that when she realized Snow White was unwilling to kill Dawi.

"- Winner, Klund"

Vanis proclaimed the triumph of the treasurer, and behind it Akikawa watched the treasurer with painful eyes.

"- So are you satisfied?

I said it in a tone that Agatha blames.

Dawi also stared at the collector with a murderous eye as he was pierced by snow and white.

The collector clearly noticed here the reason for the frustration he had felt since Vanis had previously told him about those two things.

Without answering Agatha, the collector suppresses the patterned head of the demonic knife that was piercing the fanf with his hands fitted with giant gloves.

Then again there is similar resistance to the thunderbolt as if to reject it from the demonic knife, but the collector ignores it and puts the belly of the demonic knife from the side -.

- I smashed it.

The indescribably frustrating identity was still unspeakable.

Therefore he snapped Joseph's demonic knife, which he called heavy, as he answered Agatha with words.

I also think that the use of force is necessary, but after thinking so, it should be noted that I had the urge to break the demonic knife.

Only Vanis gave a faint expression to such actions of the collector.

Agatha silenced while knowing the intentions of the treasurer, Dawi blindly loved the funf, but thus did not notice, and Joseph, in a dismay, noticed the bannis he had taught the treasurer, and only Akikawa, the intent of the treasurer.

- Don't forget your pledge.

That's all the collectors say, eyes on snow and white, picking up scattered weapons.

Snow White cut his consciousness with a blow to Dawi's jaw in the front leg, then followed the collector who was about to turn his back after picking up his weapon.

Snow White caught up with the collector wrapped around his tail. Hit Azrona on the collector's head.

Azlona, still on her head, glanced upside down at the collector and cleverly twisted her neck, teasing her? I'm just going to turn a big eye.

From the body of the treasurer, the strength fell away.

It's okay, I put Azrona down from my head saying it, but I noticed that my own words were free of strange resistance to abdominal wounds.

The magic knife was destroyed, so its effects expired.

I hooked my throat with my fingers as I held Azrona down from my head with one hand, and I scratched between my ears with one hand to thank Snow White for watching the duel.

Snow White also rubbed his face against the body of the collector, realizing the pitiful atmosphere anywhere in the collector.

In front of the gates broken by thieves were rales, echeits, and solions.

The gendarmerie's stuffing near the gate was a stuffed shell, and there was no sign of the falling gendarmerie, which seemed to have escaped the raid of thieves.

The collector stopped and said only one word.

"- I'm sorry, I got involved"

Layle, with her sobbing eyes, approached, hugging the collector without saying anything.

It was also complicated for Leyre.

Without the collector, Estea probably wouldn't have died.

But Estea came back to Bartis because of the collector.

If it weren't for the collectors, Estea might never have returned.

If I hadn't called the zodiac, if I hadn't invited the moon goddess entourage, I wouldn't have had a kiri if I came up with it.

With such conflicting and complex emotions, Rayle scratched the treasurer to his chest.

I could also say that was the best I could do.

After a while Rayle let go of the collector, Echites and Solion also silently slapped the collector's shoulders and hips and returned to the city without blaming the collector.

Estia's condolences will be done by the lay.

With such definite thoughts, the collector left Bartis behind.

On the sixty-third day of the White Moon, not too many days after Estia's death, the collector was in Marnova.

After leaving Bartis, the Zao returned to Dragon Mountain and painted.

And when the painting came up, I kind of remembered Estia's words in her bedtime story, and she came to Marnova.

The collector somehow went to the room where Estea from Whore Street was.

But there were already other whores living there.

Some of the unspeakable boys who guided me were gone.

But it's not a city that cares about that.

No, not only here, but I didn't even hear frigid rumors throughout Marnova.

A thief attacked Bartis and one hooker died.

That is all.

The collector returns to the association and confirms the transfer.

There a million ruts had been paid under the combined name of Agatha and Joseph, and the collector pulled it down in full.

I heard only one rumor in the association.

It was a story that Joseph retired after returning a tag proving the identity of a mercenary/explorer and completely retreated from the path of the martial arts.

But if Joseph lays down his sword, if a million ruts is paid, and if he kills the fans, it won't solve anything.

With that leg, the collector headed to Bartis, pushing millions of ruts against the lay and immediately returning to Marnova.

I don't even need the money so far.

It's a shame when it comes to sparing, but at least I wanted to do something to Bartis that Estea cherished.

Bartis, the northern Baruch suffering from being sandwiched by southern Baruch and Marnova, would not be in vain.

Estea's paintings never finally touched Estea's eyes.

The painting stood in the hidden nest of Dragon Mountain, in a small room newly created by the Caveman, two sheets, and Ziva stared at it.

The collector initially:

One hooker looks back and stares somewhere in the crowd of a whorehouse lit blurry by lights.

The ink was just dark and white, and I painted a picture of that kind of structure.

But the returning collector painted another, a different painting, crushing the orange gem he received from Ziva and using it for paint.

The painting was a Japanese painting that looked like an oil painting, painted only in orange dark light and white.

The light was leaking out of the hanging out tavern at midnight.

At the center of the table in that tavern, a woman with cat-like eyes laughed.

There were middle-aged men around, like middle-aged women, old fathers and hunters, who laughed, too.

The surrounding guests were laughing with pleasure.

Estea laughs cheerfully with the lay guys in the crowd at the tavern that night.

The collector painted it.

Ziva was staring at those two paintings as the collector prepared to descend the mountain, coming to the lair.

Comparing the two paintings, Ziva regarded the appreciation of the once felt collector's paintings.

The painting of the Collector is by no means universal and acceptable to all.

I could be bought and beaten with a bundle of three sentences anywhere I put them out.

But the painting of the collector is not like that.

Get thoughts on the subject and on it and shine the light for the first time.

It's such a painting.

I might even say the painter and his subject, one-on-one painting.

Ziva doesn't know the circumstances of the collector and the woman in the painting.

Ziva, who felt something in the second painting, was killed by a thief whose name was Estea, who did a little research but who was passing through the collector, attacked Bartis.

All I could tell was that there was something there.

However, because of the slight circumstances, it was felt by Ziva that what could probably only be felt by the depicted persons.

Ziva, who stole various paintings as a thief, rarely had an understanding of painting outside the privileged class in this world.

Aware that it was a bone race that tended to blunt against the world, Ziva especially preferred arts, cooking and other things that stimulated feelings and emotions.

You must have felt it because you're such a Ziva.

Ziva's chest had a pale sense of loneliness.

Why does this painting make things pitiful when they are so cheerful?