Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

One night, the collector who soaked up the promotion exam muttered to himself as if he didn't have to take any more exams.

Estia listened to the collector's words while wearing a blanket naked next to the collector and stared at the collector, including the collector, at the distance, without even sleeping.

"... if you have the power, if you have something to prove the power, it's easy to live. Even more so if you're from unstable origins."

I said that in a small voice.

I was from North Baruch and could not return to Bartis, or get a job in Marnova, and it may have seemed like there was some other world where a collector could take a promotion exam for Estia, who had no choice but to become a whore.

I'm not even trying to convince the collector, it was a word that came out as if it were a zero drop.

The collector, who finished painting and had nothing to do in particular until the ship arrived, unexpectedly remembered that and somehow decided to get off Dragon Mountain, curious to try the exam again.

This time Snow White and Azrona are also together.

I would have him stay at the Warcraft Stables only for one night of field exams, but other than that, the collectors were going to camp with me. Nor is it too cautious.

And that's what the zodiac thought, but I didn't see the Moon Goddess entourage (Maruna Nhum) in Marnova enough to say at all.

On the sixty-fifth day of the White Moon, the collector, who had applied for the promotion exam the day before, was on his way to the association to take his second course.

Then, as one day, at the entrance of the association, I run into a female employee who had previously tried to buy cheap, black horse leather from the collector, but unlike before, I pulled a step before the collector hit me, so it just took the form of bowling at the entrance.

A glance at the face of Chira and the collector, the female employee hunched her nose, naturally trying to go first with her face, but, oh, she stopped to pitch.

"- The test fell during this time."

Only the collector said he knew why. Talking to this woman just makes me feel dark, that's what I was thinking.

But the female employee opens her mouth without worrying about such a collector.

"It's the end of the world for displaced people to try to be seven stars (Rubinitia). Well, I don't think I have a job where I lost my shield behind the moon goddess's entourage (Maruna Nyum) and became seven stars."

We had a duel at the association. I poked my vows at the Society and the Moon Goddess's entourage and Kensei. I lost the shield behind the moon goddess's entourage. Such things overlapped. The collectors were famous for the extent to which they became rumours among the staff of the Marnova branch.

But I don't know about that. The keeper thought that the first thing this female employee would want to do would have hurt her pride, and so on.

"- What's wrong with displaced people"

The collector uttered words.

The female employee sounded reasonably surprised and then distorted to scoff at her mouth.

"Ahahahahaha, are you insane? Are you serious? Ahahahahahahahahaha"

With a terribly uncomfortable grin, the female employee went into the association without saying anything more.

The collector stepped into the association feeling like a crow had dropped shit from the morning.

The second course ends inconsistently.

No one bit Bella Marchetti, the lecturer, as she did last time, but the number was higher than last time, with more than thirty. This was due to the fact that the end of the year was approaching and that those who aspired to pass the seven-star certification, a graduation requirement for training centers, had arrived during the year.

Zorozoro and the way young men and women leave the room with some tension reminded me of the exam venue when I was in Japan for the zodiac.

The collectors follow after them like that, after the association.

With the exception of female employees, nothing was more unnatural.

There was no sign of the moon goddess's entourage or Joseph, nor any contact from the association side.

Fanf is not an issue because the collector killed him, but it can be said that Dawi, who was held back by snow white in an attempt to interrupt the duel between the collector and the funf, is in conflict with one of the terms of the pledge.

As a collector, it wouldn't have mattered if Dawi hadn't made any more contact. There's nothing more going on where I killed Dawi now.

I was just distrustful that the association that signed the pledge didn't say anything.

Maybe I don't care about the promises I made to the hunters of the former displaced.

The collector headed early through the dim city to Snow White and Azlona's waiting Warcraft Stables, thinking that if the association would not come into any contact by the end of the promotion exam, they would either come into contact here or not feel comfortable.

Snow White's self-esteem was broken, riddled with humiliation and defeat.

That was when I finished eating dinner meat and, as usual, was screwing in front of a dirt hut made by the collectors.

Slightly snowing down, it would be a little cold for the collector, but nothing cold for me, rather on a comfortable night, the sole stripped his nature, his fangs.

Snow White got flirted with, while I didn't know what it was.

Over and over again, I was humbled.

The shadow of the sole illuminated by the fire sperm enters his sight.

No matter how many times I missed my gaze, I was concerned, and I had no choice.

I couldn't stand it.

Like a spring set toy, a large, round white forefoot of snow and white reacts. I will.

- Shit.

There is no sense of closure.

and the target avoided a dark green mass.

Snow White was not willing to react.

I even think it's stupid.

But.

- Shit.

Again avoided.

I get stuck even though I'm not willing to react.

Shaq is also the one who gets stuck, but Shaq was also the one who could escape.

I just can get away with it because I'm not serious.

Try to be strong.

- Shit.

Businessly again, he avoided it a bit.

It seemed like they were making fun of me.

- Shit.

- Shit.

- Shit.

- Shit.

- Shit.

Gotcha.

I finally caught him.

I won't let go anymore.

Snow and white grabbed a dark green chunk on both forelegs so I wouldn't miss it again, I bumped.

Snow White realizes that he has some nagging gaze.

Happy face up.

What are you doing with your neck tilted, you laughing collector? But Azrona's rounded eyes stared at the snow white.

Snow and white polarize and zero off dark green chunks from your mouth.

If there was a hole, I wanted to go in, that's exactly how I felt.

The dark green lump, which was as good as a small dog that had snowflakes, was the tip of an oversized catnip made by the collector.

The collector found a rubber tree about the length of his arm from among the shrubs of the rubber tree that made the washing brush, and bracketed together the remaining hyenas and tails of the black horse (Phonescallo) and the hyena of the green hyena flying dragon (Bernera Wyven), which made various brushes on its tip.

Made for a mood swing between paintings by the collectors, it was usually a good protective weapon that rested on the hips and could be repelled without killing to a weak racial extent.

Actually, it just looks like a slightly involved weapon.

Snow White also only thought of it as a new weapon until this happened.

But it was a weapon of the devil that only bothered Snow White.

If you mean it, you can easily catch a cat like a cat wielded by a collector. But dating something like that was ridiculous.

But my instincts have reacted. I couldn't resist.

As a result of the combination of reason and instinct, you can escape by following the cat trap at a rate that allows you to react to the collector as well.

Humiliated, even when caught, it seems to be rolled over the palm of the treasurer.

Humiliated that even if they get away with it, they seem to be flirting with the collector.

For the first time, Snow White cursed his own instincts.

A collector who picked up a cat jab while Snow White was distressed tries to shake an oversized cat jab again.

Immediately, however, Snow White's tail held onto the arms of the collector only if he did not allow it.

Seeing the collector as the snow and white stare.

The devil laughed.

No, the collector gave Nitaa and a nasty grin in his mouth.

And when I switched the leopard and catfish to the opposite hand with just my wrist, I waved the devil's weapon.

I swung it.

Patience.

But, Hin, when the dark green mass moves to the left and right, the eyes, the ears, react.

Then even if I missed my eyes or tried to block my ears with pettiness, I would catch the signs firmly.

All this time, I resented the easy-to-understand signs of the collector.

Snow White also forgot to hold the arms of the collector with his tail, and began to worry again in the narrow between reason and instinct.

- Becchi.

But it was Azlona who reacted.

He mistakenly thought Snow White and the Zodiac were playing something, and he jumped at the cat after mixing himself up.

And as a result of the zodiac's reflexive dodging, he was to poke his head off his face on the ground.

Is that it? Azlona gets up with her face tilted all the time.

There will be strange tensions between the collector and the snow white.

The collector also said he was going to do this and play against Azlona, and Snow White would tighten it later, all he said was a glance at the collector, and then he joined Azlona and Cat Jaguar in a tail-to-tail death fight.

After a while Azlona sleeps tired of playing, Snow White gently places Azlona, who sleeps with a sweet bite of his tail, in a dirt hut, wrapped in the treasurer's undressed robe, loosely approaching the treasurer who is turning his back on this one.

The collector hacked and looked back, looking for the cat jab, but the cat jab had already been snatched by the tail of Snow White's divine speed.

Under the cold sky, the collector felt a stiff sweat flowing through his spine.

Late in the night when little snow glistened, just after a long fight (skinship), Snow White had just thrown a pay-per-view of Marcazilli's keeper from his head.

Snow White snorts as if it's a good idea not to do this again to the possessor lying flabby and cramped.

And I glanced at the little-throwed cat.

But this also just hummed my nose and never destroyed it.

Snow White headed straight to the dirt hut and his head, wings and tail positions twisted together. I don't know how this happened. Wrapped in his tail based on Azlona's posture, he lay still and closed his eyes.

Meanwhile, the collector thrown to the ground said he was lying under the cold sky in a tingling, cramped manner for a while.

- Heh heh heh.

The collector sneezed.

Slightly leaving the fatigue of the night before, I am headed to the woods north of Marnova, where the field test is carried out in the same way as last time, shaken by the Warcraft car, but the collector is not rarely car drunk.

Because the eyes of the treasurer were focused on a certain person.

Enough to forget about car sickness.

Elves.

It was a symbol of one beauty.

A presence that I have seen and imagined many times in movies, novels and comics and to which everyone admires not less. That was no exception for the collectors.

Orphea was also an elf but she is already an old lady. This was the first young elf for a collector.

Such a kind of longing is in front of me.

There was no way I didn't attract the interest of the collector.

There are three sets of twelve examinees and three examiners in the Warcraft vehicle.

The zodiac staring elf was one of its examiners, the zodiac's assembled party examiner and named Letisha.

On a skin reminiscent of white magnetism, sliced long emerald green eyes, pointed long ears, glowing long blonde hair, about the height of a collector and in an extremely uneven shape, the equipment had bows and arrows in a fresh green light outfit and a fine sword hanging at the waist.

- It's unpleasant.

Lettisha, who was feeling the bumpy gaze of the zodiac, distorted her face uncomfortably and glanced at the zodiac.

Male hunters other than collectors missed their gaze while showing slight agitation in the words, and female hunters looked at such men with cold eyes.

I'm sorry.

The possessor, who has no particular intention, honestly apologizes and takes his gaze off, preparing for a car sickness as he comes.

I don't even think you can let me run on my own, and I can't help but sleep in a Warcraft car that rocks so much. It was unthinkable for a collector to ride a warcraft and sleep in this world in the first place.

The chilling eyes of female hunters can also be directed at such collectors, but it did not matter to collectors who were able to satisfy their curiosity.

Warcraft cars arrive in the north woods, and the collectors flutter off the Warcraft cars.

Golden forest.

Unlike the last time, the forest in front of me was golden, no, yellow stained.

On second thought, Dragon Mountain and some trees were red-leaved, so nothing strange, but the view I saw again by the collector who was immersed in the painting was fresh, and I missed it somewhere.

Maybe it was because the yellow leaves fell to the ground and the whole forest looked lonely.

The collector stared at Bo and his landscape for a while.

After doing so for a while, the Warcraft car almost dropped everyone off and left.

Three gazes were poured on the zodiac, as they waited for the zodiac.

The collector said he was sorry, but he headed toward the three of us being together.

All three of the gathered parties were local hunters who refrained from graduating from the general training center.

When a female hunter was named leader among the four by Lettisha, the woman somehow saw a collector.

"Then introduce yourself to me because some people don't know me at all. Liz Cagliari, basically a rear guard magician who would use a bow as well. The spirits that the Lord uses are thunder, water, and earth. I also use the magic of life, but don't rely too much on anything but healing because I'm a guard."

Around the middle of an adult and a child with light brown hair and a strong, seemingly familiar atmosphere, about seventeen or eight years old in Japan. The style was to such an extent that it had more ups and downs than Lettisha.

"It's Fabio Baccarat. As you can see, it's an avant-garde with shields and spears. I don't like spiritual magic, but I can manage to use thunder and dirt. Either you're better at enhanced magic."

Very tall and thick arm muscles. The reddish brown hair is cut short and more firmly, such as a sportsman.

"Carlo Chaffi. Repellence. Use knives, whips, bows, anything. Spirit magic is wind, thunder, ice, and life magic."

Speaking succinctly, without waste, was a man as tall, brown, and, once again, uncharacteristic as a skinny, sawdust.

Liz added that we were from the same training center, and the three of them nodded at each other.

The collector looked at the three seemingly friendly people and was concerned as if they were looking at the students at the school before they were summoned. Of course, the atmosphere was somewhat similar, although I cannot simply compare them to the students of the uncontested Japanese high schools who would already have hunting experience as an eight-star hunter.

"A collector. There's a hunting beast, but he's basically alone. No particular role has been defined. You can do it anywhere you want, but you can think of it as a guard. Spirit magic uses darkness, ice, and earth, but thunder, fire, and light can only be used to the extent of life magic. You can use the magic of life without any problems."

The other three, who had questioned the treasurer's indescribable appearance, looked convinced by it, and then said they didn't know how to handle it.

The collector held two single-handed swords of warcraft material in strange shapes on his hips and one weird stick with a blockage on his arm in black grey leather armor that protected him well to the head, selling him everywhere and wearing a brand new round shield like that on his arm. More thunder elf magic is unusable, dark elf magic is not user-friendly, and both defensively inclined ice and earth elf are said to be used.

They couldn't make a decision on which position to put the collector in, but one, if that's also a hunter using a hunting beast, is convinced.

Because the battle can be shared among the beasts, but everything else has to be done alone.

But at the same time I was convinced that I didn't know how to handle it any further.

"... for now, you mean Zhongwei. It could be a hassle, but I need everyone's support."

You'll have to say that.

I guess I won't have anything to do this time either because I have all the avant-gardes, scouts and rear guards, and the collectors were at ease.

"Basically, don't drill holes in your prey with soil and ice sperm because you want to target high praise without scratching your prey as hard as you can with lightning sperm. As much as possible, focus on stopping."

When the collector nodded, Liz called out to Lettisha, then the exam started.

Their collaboration was not bad.

The collectors have been observing them for a while, not as bad as the last party, but not as bad.

But not as busy as the last party, which means the collectors are busy too.

"... it's pretty far ahead if you keep going, but there's a Rock Bee (Los Angeles) nest. It'll be a roundabout, but we should turn back."

Approaching Carlo, a little ahead of the party, the collector said so in a small voice.

"... how far ahead are you talking?

"Fifteen minutes to go."

"Too far. Besides, if it's about a stone bee, it's quicker to take it down."

"... right"

That's all the collectors say, back to the rear.

And I look at the contrast between the blue sky and the yellow leaves, where the leaves have been reduced and well visible.

In other words, I looked up to heaven.

That's a hassle, that's what I thought.

"Whoa, don't get pulled out. Hold on a little longer."

"I'm doing it."

"- It's still early, I can shoot you in time after stopping. Hit us, no, hit me."

"Get out of the way. If it's the way it always is, it won't hit."

"Get out of the way. Out of my way, I'm gonna stick it in your place."

"That's why I'll shoot you. Fabio will be fine."

I'm not gonna be all right.

The collector emerged from the earth with the surprise of the party, supporting the avant-garde shield from behind, which received a critical glimmer of the Great Mountain Abyss (Grapole), flying a pile-like needle, while controlling with his voice the signs that Liz was still going to fly a thunderbolt.

But when he sees Liz, who is still about to unleash a thunderstorm, the collector immediately throws himself to the ground when he fixes the four legs of the Great Mountain Rough with ice at a time.

Then a thunderstorm struck and struck straight into the Great Mountain Absurd, just as the collector was passing by.

When Fabio, who had even received the Great Mountain Waste from the front with the support of the collector, struck the head of the Great Mountain Waste with a mace at his disposal, the Great Mountain Waste should have made a sound and lay down.

And, everything seemed like this, but I managed to finish collecting and crusading for the first night.

The collector who finished the meal looked somewhere neat, staring at the burning fire that made him sound like a pussy.

"- Hey, are you listening?

"Oh... for once, I'm listening"

Now I was discussing tomorrow.

The only challenge I had planned was capture, but I was talking about raising the difficulty of the Warcraft to capture from capturing forest wolves to capturing forest wolves.

In their senses, they can't be promoted as they are now.

Each of these challenges had multiple challenges of varying degrees of difficulty, and we chose among them to do so. It means that if you choose something more challenging and succeed, it will lead to high ratings, and vice versa, if you choose something too easy, or if you try something more challenging but fail, you won't get high ratings.

The three expressions were uniformly the fault of the collector, he seemed to say.

In the first place, the three of us would have never hunted the Great Mountain Absurd, but it was going well. That stopped working because of the foreign body in it called the zodiac.

The three seemed to think so.

The collector feels that it is okay to say so.

This is the kind of rule, so we just have to stick to it and achieve results. If you don't like that, you can join the four of us from the beginning.

If it's also normal for impromptu parties not to work well together, they have to work together at their leisure for that matter. We don't have the arms to match cynical timing at impromptu parties with each other, so we just have to be steadfast with each other.

If it was worse not to be able to collaborate to that extent immediately, that was it.

I'm sorry about the collectors, such as getting caught up in suicide with reckless behavior.

That's why as a keeper I was against changing the difficulty.

When the collector says so, Fabio stares intimidating.

"You may not have to rush a promotion exam with a stream hunter, but we don't have time for that."

But at this rate, it would be dangerous to increase the difficulty.

"I guess it's because you don't fit. Some danger is natural for hunters. If you're so scared, why don't you just wind up your tail and go home"

"How do you fit in with people you're not willing to fit in? Besides, you can go home, but you'll be the ones in trouble. Chill your head a little."

"- Terrible!

Fabio tried to grab the chest barn of the treasurer.

But it is inhibited by the treasurer.

Speaking of height, one or more heads are different, but the power of the possessor and Fabio was antagonistic, no, rather the possessor could afford it.

"Don't put your hands up to the party even with a joke. Are you sure this is gonna fall?

Fabio turns his face bright red and tries to put in more enhancement magic.

"- Stop it."

To Liz's voice, Fabio smacks his tongue a little and shakes off the arms of the collector.

I couldn't help but grab it as a keeper and forever, so I let go of my hand lightly.

After seeing how those two were doing, Liz said clearly when she saw the keeper.

"Increase the difficulty. It's a decision to make as a leader. Obey."

The collector wrinkles between his eyebrows, but even an intra-party majority vote could not help but disagree any further with the leader's decision, albeit an impromptu party.

Ignoring a leader's decision will cause the party to collapse.

"Increase the difficulty from capture of forest wolves to capture of forest wolves"

Liz told Lettisha that was what she was watching the Founders do in silence.

"Okay."

That's all Lettisha said.

The next day, the gatherers' party was going behind the woods.

If you're a forest wolf, you just need to find a small herd in the shallow parts of the forest to catch it, but many of the forest wolves, who are the leaders of the forest wolves, were supposed to be deep in the forest and not come out in shallow places.

From last night onwards the atmosphere between the zodiac and the three was colder than the eyes seeing the three zodiacs.

But the collector did not change his complexion when he received such a gaze.

I have received such glances before and since I came to this world. If you think you're not mistaken yourself, there's no burden whatsoever.

Instead, I was even willing to abandon my emotions and follow them somewhere once more than a decision had been made by the leaders, but it was only to induce distrust of them not to be seen with such eyes.

We went through the woods for a while, but strangely, instead of a small flock of forest wolves, there are no creatures of any kind.

The forest was surrounded by strange tranquillity.

The collector notices something hah, but it was too late.

Over the heads of the four, the shadows of the great wings crossed.

- Geaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

The ringing of a green hyena flying dragon that stuck his ears struck the tympanic membrane of the collectors.

"Oh, no hiding."

Lettisha, who instantly rushed to the collectors, said away in a hurried face.

The four rushed into the shadow of the nearby great tree, where Lettisha also continued.

But it was obvious that on the heads of the five, the Fei Long would circle around and not intend to give up the five.

Unlike in summer, in forests with few leaves, Fei Long has a solid view of the collectors from the sky, so he couldn't give up either.

"Why is there a flying dragon here?"

Speak out the words like Fabio was pissed off with a small voice.

In a long history, we drew a vertical line halfway between Marnova and Dragon Mountain, where Fei-Long and people coexisted in a way. The northern forest in Marnova is also on the people's side, and there has been little since boundaries were recognised, such as the Feilongs coming to the northern forest.

"... will be caused by the unblockade of Dragon Mountain"

Lettisha gave it back that way in a small voice.

"No, but this neighborhood is the territory of the Fei Long in the first place."

"Perhaps the blockade of Dragon Mountain has temporarily obscured the Fei Dragons' territory. Seeing where there is only one, it is believed that the overhead flying dragon 'detached', lost its place to live in a territorial feud, and drifted here. Because that and this also do stupid things like blockade of dragon mountains. Not at all difficult."

"Yes, but that was the retribution of the Fei Long."

"Then it would make sense to seal off the Baruch Autonomous Region as well. Well, that doesn't matter now. What do you want to do now?

"... What do you mean? So it's an emergency, isn't it a retest?

"I don't know that either until I try to go home. All I can say is that I'm still in the exam. You can't fight a flying dragon without me and preparation. Well, it's as possible as letting you guys get away with it, but in order to do that, you have to give up capture and have them decide to withdraw completely."

"Oh, my God."

"Fuck you!

Fabio and Liz moaned with remorse in their faces, and Carlo seemed to regret it uncommonly.

"- Rather than that, it would be a question of whether we could live back here now"

Fabio exposes his anger to the words of an emotionally unscrupulous collector who hasn't been involved since the exam began.

"Don't be ridiculous! We have to take this exam and get into the clan..."

A clan was a long time ago, when hunters were adventurers, an adventurer of the same will gathered on this continent, far more dangerous than it is today, to protect each other, to accommodate supplies and to inherit technology.

Even after adventurers differentiated themselves into hunters, explorers and mercenaries, they formed clans. There are not enough hunters on the periphery or in the small city, and the clan does not have that much power, but the bigger the city, the more the clan favored the width, and the hunter's association relied on the steady strength of the clan to stay in a certain place.

It was no exaggeration to say that whether or not I could belong to the clan would determine my path as a hunter to some extent.

It's rarer to be a lower hunter but also a stream hunter, like a collector.

"The scent of avoiding a flying dragon doesn't work either. Your nose may have been crushed by a territorial feud. That's helpful."

Lettisha shrugged like she was talking to herself without even looking like she cared about Fabio's anger like that.

Stay away from the handy flying dragon.

It would be about a hunter or other collector who doesn't know the adage.

After worrying about her troubles, Liz said in a squeezing voice.

"… withdraw. Would you like to help?

Lettisha nods.

To be honest, I could probably repel the Fei Long if the collector ran out of all his hands.

But there wasn't even a single dragon, and I wasn't willing to reveal the original (Origin), the demon gun, or the magic formations of the shadows.

I don't know how much they trust themselves when the collectors say they can repel the Fei Long in the first place. Worst case scenario is that you can get away with it.

I don't know, I just need to get away with it, or call Snow White if there's nothing I can do about it, but that still doesn't make me feel good, and there's probably trouble when I get back to the association.

I don't know what circumstances they have, but I don't have enough trust or feelings to consider that background.

Good things run away together. All I felt was enough for a collector to give me that support.

Lettisha said as she checked to see how the flying dragon was overhead.

- You're right to retreat.

That was just the word, but Liz was a little happy that he seemed to have been recognized by Lettisha, who was an elf and had a lot of strength, but also couldn't be happier given that he probably couldn't be promoted.

Lettisha pulls out the fine sword on her hips.

Then the woods went out of their way.

The overhead trees slowly move the branches to cover the five, and even make them lush.

The collector faintly felt the magic flowing somewhere from a fine sword with a crystal-like blade held by Lettisha.

"... Tree Magic"

Liz shrugged so small.

Tree magic was spiritual magic that could still only be handled by elves when spiritual magic became public.

"My nose doesn't seem to work, so this will buy me some time. I'll be there."

Four nodded and ran to Lettisha's words.

But Carlo, who was supposed to have taken the lead, stopped suddenly.

- Geeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

As the second flying dragon roared, it attacked from above.