Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

It was when he broke up with Liz and took over Snow White and Azrona at Warcraft Stables.

"- Make way!

The hasty gatekeeper forcefully sidestepped those around the gate, including the treasurer.

Confused as to what was going on, the people obeyed, and when the front of the gate was empty, the armored Warcraft car slowly proceeded, pulled by two scaly horses (Skyle Hose) like a horse and a lizard.

Scale horses are warcraft that combine the speed of combat horses (battle hoses) used for cavalry, the endurance and defense of armored flat lizards (armor lizards) used for long-distance travel, and are considered very expensive due to their rarity and ability. In times of war, commanders rode, and in normal times they were sometimes used for royal parades and the movement of senior government officials.

A fierce scaly horse snarls his nose, slowly advancing through the gate.

Instead of someone showing their face from the armored Warcraft, there is no way to stop the scalloped horse.

The gatekeeper was also upright with a tense face.

A pair of gauntlets were engraved on the sides of the passing and the surrounding people whispered, tilting their necks but wondering if they were some great lady, etc.

The collector leaned down with his ears clear in such a small voice, waiting for the armored Warcraft car to pass by.

Armored Warcraft slowly disappears into the city of Marnova.

A sigh leaked from among the gatekeepers, merchants and citizens who were on the spot, and the collectors sighed similarly and exhaled, and now it was time to leave the city.

When I left the city, the snowflakes were shaking in a flickering cold breeze.

There is little snow around here.

Further north than here in the Republic of Eurifranz, beyond the small group of countries, the Kingdom of Albaum and the United Kingdom of El Rodriana say it will start snowing and accumulate as early as the day of the White Moon, depending on the location.

But snow is the only thing that falls around here, but it's a few centimeters long. Sometimes it's called "Ice Epiphany Mourning (Gifa La Crima)" and it's hard snow, but the accumulated snow melts in a few days.

As he exhaled his white breath, the zodiac was off the trampled and consolidated streets of the Warcraft cars and merchants as usual, walking towards the dragon mountain side, where there was no such thing as the figure of a person.

Trying to talk to Snow White about going back to Dragon Mountain like this or hanging out while hunting.

"- Buffoo."

My mouth was blocked with a tail with azrona.

All of a sudden, when the collector turns his eyes, Snow White's little ears are moving busily.

The treasurer immediately set himself up.

But...

A soil pile that protrudes from the foot, without sound.

The collector avoided it as he rushed to roll, and Snow White jumped out sparingly.

But there is no escape. Ten raiders, hunters and so on, covered their faces with cloth, surrounded the caveman and the snow and white by a faraway winding.

- Gua, grrr!?

The collector turns a glimpse as he rises to the snowy whistle that contains a rare rush.

Snow and white claws had stopped in the form protruding forward.

Snow White seemed unable to go any further, as if it were also an invisible wall there.

Snow White tried to jump off the scene instantly with a soft or hard feeling, but something prevented him from even doing it.

It was like being trapped in an invisible cage, which further accelerated Snow White's impatience.

I couldn't feel a sign until the raiders were on the verge of setting me up.

Without realizing it, he was completely sealed in motion with obscure force.

Snow White recalls a group of surrounding battles led by the giant species he once saw at an early age.

Spookily, they hunt down their opponents one by one with a dominant move, and finally strike a powerful blow. Each one, even if it's no big deal, becomes so powerful a monster that in a population it's not comparable to a wolf herd.

Snow White was always in a hurry.

"... autonomous magic"

The collector was confused by a sudden raid, but that's all I could think about, such as the power to seal snow and white.

This can only be done with autonomous magic that makes it possible to temporarily 'delude' and 'twist and bend' the rules of the world. Warcraft, sensitive to spiritual magic exercised under the rule of the world, was also difficult to detect the autonomous magic that was deluding that rule.

Before the discovery of spiritual magic, slightly, it is no exaggeration that race was able to pioneer the Mid Continent because of autonomous magic.

Still, if the person exercising autonomous magic was immature, it was possible to perceive from the signs of that person.

But if the spiritual magic was not even allowed to be perceived until too much, and even signs could be erased until surrounded, even if it were snow and white, it would have been difficult to detect autonomous magic that was just hard to notice.

Much autonomous magic is still hidden today, and there is a lot of magic when exercising it.

Hunters around it got it and it was hard to think of using it for hunting.

If there is any kind of autonomous magic that openly prevents the Snow and White Class Warcraft from moving around, then quite a few other hunters will be using it, and no matter how neglected the information the collectors are, they should hear about it. But I never heard that story. Probably either hidden until now, or newly developed.

It was only obvious that the hunters in front of them were not as elegant as they seemed.

Who the hell is it?

But I didn't have time to think about that.

The collector instantly forms a sphere wall of ice soil. It forms a sphere wall of ice soil to cover with baskets that are also invisible around the snow and white.

More magic runs through "The Double Shield of the Flying Dragon" while retrieving the Magic Book, forming a magical formation of shadows within the sphere walls, and starting chanting "Barriers". But...

The fire lines run, and the glittering snowflakes evaporate in an instant.

The sealed snow and white were ignored, and a line of fire arrived from all directions on the ball walls of ice soil.

Ice walls evaporate in an instant, just like snowflakes, and soil walls are red hot and penetrating.

The fire line itself did not penetrate the magical barrier of the Life Elite Magic, the last fort, but the collector interrupted the chant, repairing the ice, while also forming an ice wall behind the ball wall to cool the dirt wall.

There goes another line of fire.

When ice melts, repair it, and when it melts, repair it.

It was like constantly drooling magic into the Spirit, and I didn't have time to chant.

The 'flame line' of fire elf magic that was once used when Snow White's parents were crusaded. It was an applied intermediate fire elf magic that condensed basic intermediate fire elf magic with the technique of 'clustering', a technique that narrowed the range of intermediate magic that would otherwise be activated in small ranges and dramatically increased its power.

Furthermore, they also possessed the Spirit Ball of the Fire Fairy.

Primary Spirit Magic is one unit, Intermediate Spirit Magic is ten units, and Advanced Spirit Magic communicates its will to a hundred units of Spirit to give it magic, but there was no fire elf around here near the end of the White Moon that could only activate Intermediate Fire elf magic using a clustering formula.

There are exceptions, basically taking advantage of the nature of the Spirit that if there is more water, there will be more water sperm, that is, if the fire spreads, there will be more fire sperm, a fundamentally small number of fire sperm will inflame and increase the perimeter, emitting intermediate and advanced magic with its gathered fire sperm, but the raiders will not see how it is.

Thus they could be judged to have the Spirit Ball of the Fire Fairy, as did the Maxims who hunted the Parent Warcraft.

If you build a wall, it will be destroyed, if you repair it, it will be destroyed.

The magic was diminishing so much that I could feel it.

The raiders were radiating flame rays as they repositioned themselves, so it was not helpful for the collectors to release ice spears and earth piles to pieces.

Will this state of affairs continue, or will you be using autonomous magic that has caught snow and white?

The raider's attack was unlikely to stop, but the collector was stuck.

The collector has no legs or skill to scratch the flame line and approach the enemy.

There was no way I could break the status quo.

The collector still thinks about it. I was wondering if you had any hands.

But the raiders didn't even give me that time.

A screaming thunderbolt pierced the tympanic membrane, and the shock of being struck by a giant hammer flew the zodiac's consciousness for a few moments.

The moment the ice soil ball wall was brittle by the flame line, a lightning strike that became a bundle by the intermediate lightning elite magic 'Thunder Hammer' destroyed the vaulter's ice soil ball wall with one blow.

It was also "simultaneously exercised" by four people who had not emitted a flame line, "Thunder Hammer", an intermediate lightning elite magic using "clustering formula".

The collector thickened the dirt wall over his head by giving him as much magic as he could give him in an aggressive manner, but he could not prevent the thunder gavel, which was greatly enhanced by the "simultaneous exercise" of exercising and synchronizing more spiritual magic by more than one person, and the collector shocked the thunderbolt and its shockwave all together.

Immediately afterwards, raiders penetrate into the soil smoke that rose in the shockwave of the thunder gavel, like wolves targeting their weak prey.

While the ball walls of ice soil had not been completely breached, the treasurer, who managed to overcome the impact of the lightning strike with the magical barriers of the Flying Dragon's double shield and Life Elite magic, accidentally caught the earthen smoke swinging in front of him.

Set up a shield.

Sword strike there.

The possessor's body tensed for a moment to a heavily sword attack that was sufficiently fortified to allow him to be cut off by a chase that rocked more earthen smoke and jumped in.

The pursuit is back and legs. The collector knelt at the front of his head.

Throat there, the toe of the iron shoe pierces.

Impact clogged his throat over armor and face guard made of black horse (Fosnecarro) leather.

From there, there was no room to give magic to the Spirit, no time to chant to sore throats, etc., only to be round like a tortoise while activating the physical barriers and healing magic of life essence magic.

I don't know why, but the raiders seem to be attacking with the belly of their swords, and there are no wounds that could be called fatal injuries. But it didn't matter that he kept getting beaten with a chunk of iron.

How long was the collector unconscious?

The Raiders stopped attacking after making sure that they were completely out of the possessor's body.

When one of the raiders pulled the tag out of the collector's neck to be sure, he undone it without taking it from him and let him grip the pieces of paper after touching the collector's eyes and arms.

Without doing anything about the captured snow and white, the raiders left the scene.

While the Collector was fighting, Snow White kept attacking what seemed like an abominable invisible cage surrounding himself.

Whether you hit your body, wave your nails, hit the ice, or hit Azrona on the ground with an ice-covered tail, the invisible cage could not be destroyed.

- Gah!!

I heard an abominable lightning strike.

Snow White then attacked the cage to squeeze more full body power at the signs of the Zodiac, who had stopped moving.

The figure of a parent dying in front of him crosses the back of his brain.

I felt like I heard an indescribably short roar of wooden spirits in the mountains then.

Snow White also forgot to explore precisely the signs of the collector out of a hurry, and continued to attack the invisible cage.

Azlona stares at Snow White, who desperately keeps attacking something. It was an underdeveloped mind, but for the first time I realized my helplessness as to why I couldn't do anything.

After Snow White's tenth attack, the cage disappears.

The invisible cage disappeared as if the fog had disappeared, and Snow White rushed to the falling and lying collector as he burst through the walls of the collector's icy soil surrounding himself, picking up Azlona with his tail to snap.

There were no raiders who could not get the hang of it.

The cold earth and the fluttering snowflakes that descended, there was only a possessor who fell and lay down.

Azlona on her tail sounds worried.

Snow White kept Azrona wrapped around his tail, and around the middle of his tail, the keeper also wrapped it around his back and ran away.

I can't go to Dragon Mountain.

He felt it was more dangerous to go to Dragon Mountain with a hidden nest than he had the kind of strange power he had sealed and even more like Akikawa.

A place that is treatable and friendly to ourselves.

Remembering an old woman's face and the smell of herbs that made her itch, Snow White accelerated all at once.

The full speed of Snow White arrived in a few hours from Malnova to Donorbo, which took two days by Warcraft.

Still, the sun had already begun to set, temperatures had fallen even further and the amount of snow falling had begun to increase.

There is no tail.

Even if I were there, there was no way Snow White would allow that now.

Instead of the gatekeeper, Snow White even jumps over the gate and ignores it, running to the house of Ilargi.

- Quouououououououououououong

I shook my throat in front of Ilargi's house.

Aise, its daughter, jumped over against Ilargi, a strong, uncut growl, mixed with haste, sorrow and frustration.

Aise perceives the situation as soon as she sees the treasurer being carried by Snow White, even if for a little while on the Snow White giant.

Following Snow White, I immediately invited Snow White into the house, only signaling by hand that there was no particular problem with the gatekeeper who had finally come down the hill.

"Oh, it's you today - get me down there."

Ilargi noticed a collector on the back of a snow white, trying to speak to a recognisable warcraft while sitting in a chair, pointing to a medical table beside the room.

Snow White puts a collector on the table.

"I know you're worried, but I'll take care of it later"

Ilargi glances into the collector's face, checks his eyes, and picks his pulse.

In the meantime, Aise took off the armor and shields of the treasurer.

Snow and white tails move softly.

Azlona also looks worried, but her vision shakes as the snowy tail moves.

Snow White was not too worried, he had completely forgotten his tail Azrona.

"... All right. Well, you're not going to die for now. Some of this guy is sturdy, but he doesn't have fatal injuries. And you've been pretty bad at it. Not one or two fractures.

This... is the belly of a sword or something. Looking to buy a grudge...... ha, you'll see. Well, if you're a hunter, this can happen. "

Snow White finally remembered Azrona on his tail in Ilargi's words after he had finished looking at the container of the treasurer.

Looking at the tip of his tail, Azlona had completely turned her eyes.

It was late at night that the collector woke up to the sound of pattin and bouncing firewood.

My body screamed as I woke myself up to the smell of an indescribable herb where I was.

- Guru.

Snowflake puffs on my face. Azlona snapped over its head.

Such a face is the first time in the Allerduria Mountains to fight a monster (monster), since it fell.

The collector managed to apply healing magic to himself in an attempt to move and repair it all at once.

The bones in his body rattle, and a severe pain runs like a needle pierced the tip of his nail.

The collector quickly eased the healing.

Still, the blunt pain is terrible. The bone broke and even the bone seemed to be uneven, which seemed to produce pain in the process of reversing it.

The collector managed to stretch his less painful arm and tickle Snow White's soft throat.

"Are you all right?

Snow White rubbed his face hard against the hand of the treasurer.

"You don't seem to have a problem. Azlona is... you're okay. Can we go to sleep?

I fell asleep snapping over Snow White's head. Azrona doing so. I was desperate to endure my concern for the treasurer, but saw the treasurer safe, and fell lightly into the word. It was supported by the tail of the snow white where it was likely to fall from the head of the sleigh and snow white.

"More than that, where am I?

The collector looked around with his neck alone, stroking the snow and white.

To the smell of dried herbs, rinses and rinses and indescribable medicinal herbs dripping over the rattled walls, oh, the collector thanked Snow White if it was the house of Ilargi.

Let the snow white tail grip a piece of paper in the hand of the collector stretched out.

The collector opened it with only his fingers, feeling a bad feeling, spreading it in front of him.

After reading back several times, the collector forgot about physical pain and so on, and immersed himself in thought.

Pattin, and one more thing, firewood bounced.

The eightieth day of the white moon.

At Donorbo, I thanked Ilargi and was taught a lot of things later while working for a while. The collector then headed to Marnova and took the room in an inn with no weirdness whatsoever.

Snow White naturally could not enter the city, and although it was terrible, he ended up in the Warcraft Stables with Azlona. But if anything, knock down the gatekeeper. But when I entered, Snow White's eyes were glowing swordswallowing light.

As Snow White softened to wonder if the other Warcraft would be bothering him, the Caveman had spent another half day in one of the inns.

He entered the inn in the morning, and it is now evening.

Fortunately, there was nothing indispensable about doing it that spared me time, but my body was somewhat heavy.

Concon

The door is knocked.

When the collector got out of bed, he approached the door and opened it just a little.

You can't open the door indefensibly more than you don't know who you're dealing with.

But the collector invited in the men who stood in front of the door.

Speaking of acquaintances, I knew them, one only remembered their faces, but the other was... akikawa.

The contents of the letter were simple.

Obey.

If you do not obey, if you flee, you will pass information to the location as much as possible.

Plus, things like today don't always happen again, he said.

It was just that.

The letters were written in the language of this world, and I didn't even remember the sender's name, but the sender's identity was perceived in the form of a name I had never seen since I came to this world.

Luge Goto.

That was the sender of the threatening letter.

I had the option of asking Akikawa about the brave, but I couldn't do that.

The letter also said that if you divulge a letter of intimidation to someone, you would give them the same information as you would if you did not comply.

It may be possible to make sneak contact, but after Luge's exercisable powers have been made known to him, he also does not know Luge's "Divine Protection (Providence)".

The treasurer was feeling the fears of incomprehensibility.

When, where, and how did you know about yourself? How much force have you been blackmailing? I felt as if I was being watched by a monster from the dark end.

The option of escape flickered, but it suppressed my weakness when it was too early.

If you are going to run, it will be for the rest of your life.

The decision doesn't have to be now. I can do it anytime.

Then now we should have obeyed and known their purpose.

Deciding to do so, the illusion, as always seen from somewhere, did not finally clear up.

Why does Akikawa come to this room?

As instructed by the threatening letter, the collector waited in this inn in Marnova.

In this sense, we can also determine that brave men are connected, but it was difficult to believe that Akikawa was in a cooperative relationship with brave men who used it to threaten information spills.

However, Akikawa is a student human being.

Given that, I couldn't say enough that I wasn't an enemy.

I open my mouth even more sorry than usual that Akikawa came into the room.

"I apologize for the rest of the day. I'll start by introducing the requirements as we follow through."

When Akikawa said so, the man behind him blocked Akikawa.

"Should I say first (...) me (...) and (...)?

That's what a man who only knows his face has said.

It looks familiar.

Of course, at school when I was a clerk.

"... oh, I only know your face. No problem with the first (...) meh (...) and (...)"

The collector felt something hunched about this interaction.

"It's Ryuji Gojima. This is Luge Goto."

"... it's Klund"

After all, he was the lord of letters of intimidation.

A slightly defiant jaw with a gawdy eye that worthy of short, cut black hair. Trousers and boots in a dark blue, durable looking long coat feel united and look like military uniforms.

If you were in Japan, you'd never get close.

All I could see was that type of person, whose face, voice color, modus operandi, and atmosphere were all harmful to people but not bitter. I didn't apologize a word for hiding the existence of the collector in the early days of the summons in the first place, and I don't see how I cared about it. Besides, it is a letter of intimidation.

I could never call it prejudice.

"Klund. He was demoted in a matter of minutes by also declining a compulsory request to take a promotion exam. He now registers a Warcraft named Eight Stars (Combasila) and Irnique. Although the request extends to a considerable high ranking in the form of ex-post orders, it appears that the beast contributes significantly more than its own strength. However, there is also a record of defeating the Fei Long with the examiner in the promotion exam.... I'm pretty sure it's not at least eight stars strong."

Luge told the collector's hunting record as he read it out.

"Don't be so vigilant. I just contacted the association for a moment."

"... like what?

I didn't know what the purpose was.

I didn't know why I would come here with Akikawa.

"Nah, I came to you today as a brave man for help (...) strength (...). To be precise, you're following Ilnik. - You know the burglar skeleton?

"Oh, just a name."

"Join me in that bandit skeleton crusade. Of course I'm not going to make it public that you're a brave man without protection. As just a cland, I hope you work together in secret."

"Do you ever refuse?

"You know what I mean when I go out of my way to be a brave man, right? I'll tell the association. Return the rank and the fine. Depending on the outcome, you will be paid more or less. What, it's not a bad story?

I couldn't say no to the collector.

On the table is power using the position of brave man, and a letter of intimidation behind it. Even though it was troublesome on either side, if it was both, there was only one option that the collector could take.

"... ok"

Luge looked delighted when he heard the Founder's answer, and ni laughed.

"Then I'll go. Yeah, I'll leave Akikawa Sensei as a watchman so you don't run away. And then I'll pick you up if I need you, so just relax until then."

When Luge left the room just to say, one of the inns was left with a keeper and Akikawa.

Ever since I woke up in the house of Ilargi, my fears and creeps were clumped together.

Unilateral violence and the power of the brave.

That was casting a shadow on the heart of the treasurer.

It's not like I did anything.

Being deprived of protection should have been neither sinful nor evil.

There are no sardines or other dust to be blackmailed.

What you have is a secret that doesn't bother anyone. It is a secret to protect oneself.

But even if he was truly alive, malice came suddenly.

Life is' packed 'with dismay and ease.

While in Donorbo, I was thinking with the help of Iralgi.

But hardly any hitters. Octagonal blockage was about this.

Information leaked to the anti-Hayats if they do not follow the threats. It was clear that we did not know what would happen as a result, but that it would not be busy.

Relying on the government constitution is the worst. There is no such thing as an official constitution that believes in the language of the displaced who impeach the brave. Furthermore, the information is leaked by way of a complaint. It's not even evidence of a letter or anything. It is Othi who supposedly forged it.

It is squeezed even according to threats, crushed and, finally, information leaked. It doesn't change where we're going to go not to do something about Luge.

It was also difficult to kill Luge in the inn. They are arranged to be nominated as the great sinners who killed the brave men, even if they were able to kill Luge and even escape, which they do not even know in their hands, assuming in front of Akikawa.

Or he would be captured by the hands of an official constitution who perceived signs of spiritual magic and rushed to the spot, spending the death penalty or his life in prison.

Besides, I didn't think Akikawa, a Japanese man, would miss the murder, no matter how non-existent it was in Luji.

Then I'll kill Akikawa too.

It made me feel bitter, but it's not enough to kill me. There was no way I could have killed a man without any sin in the first place.

You can kill an adversary. Because if you don't, you die.

However, the collector could not kill Akikawa, which is difficult to say is hostile.

If you can get out of the city, you may be able to make it look like the work of a warcraft and kill it, but it's hard to imagine Luge leaving the city without a crusade. I don't know how much you insult yourself, but if you're in the city, you know you're safe.

In other words, 'packed'.

I didn't even think about it, no way.

I had no idea he might show up one day with a collector like that. I thought so, but I couldn't deal with it effectively. Do you want a stranger to hide from a powerful senator, or do you want your royal family to protect you?

There's no way a collector without any ability can protect a guy like that who doesn't have any credibility. It is no exaggeration that the opponent is the brave man of the album, even though it possesses the most powerful power in the Mido continent.

Either the person who hid it from me betrays you, or it's annoying, or it's the only way.

It might be safe to spend the rest of your life in a deserted neighborhood.

But no matter how much Snow White and Azrona there are, the treasurer was human.

Never a deserter, never a kind of immortal or saint.

If you miss someone, you want to talk to someone.

Irida and Yobi, Mr. and Mrs. Gorvald, Iralgi, Estia, Leire, Ekaitz and Ziva. There is not one such person as I wish I hadn't met in this world.

More importantly, I was not convinced that I lived frightened by the brave, even though I had not invaded any sins.

People might laugh that it's just intent.

Life is more important than that, he said.

But if you think that life is more important than will, more than love, more than pride, more than people, etc., then you are abandoning and hiding acari in the Allerduria Mountains.

I didn't even think about going to the Sauran Desert with Irida.

Yobi was never a bothersome woman.

I got involved with Estea and never killed a fan.

Life is a waste.

But as much as that, I didn't want to bend my natural hold as a person.