Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

Under Ziva's eyes, brave men and squadrons collapse. Behind it, the collector was also on his knees...

An oversized ice spear was over its head, wondering if it would be for one giant species.

It even seemed to gather the snow that had accumulated in the State Chamber of Commerce and the snow that was still falling. Because the snow stopped for a moment, I can tell that even Ziva, who can't use Spirit magic, gathered snow.

And I let it go the moment I fell just saying it was like the last will.

Without even plundering Ziva's cheeks, the oversized ice spear that flew beside it in a straight line held a stunning parabola and flew off to the other side of the snow night.

Soon, again, the snow begins to accumulate.

When Ziva turned her gaze back, there was not even one race that was moving, rather than the one standing.

Mixed with snow, human and animal bones roll over there.

Having been stolen from the heart of the State Chamber of Commerce with its treasures, Marnova was quiet as if she had lost her mind.

Contact had already been received with the discovery of the robbed State Chamber of Commerce, which also contained reports of the absence of a brave figure.

Marnova lost to the Thief Skeleton by the time she was skinless.

The fact could not be hidden, and the city had a sense of defeat. The defense forces and the remaining inhabitants are exhausted and fall asleep powerless in a sense of defeat, leaving only a minimum of vigilance to prevent fire scene thieves.

The only salvation was that the thief Skeleton, who succeeded in stealing, would no longer show up all night.

Luge, who couldn't possibly have known Malnova was in that condition, woke up.

A crisp feeling of weariness coming out of your body, like waking up. The bitterness is not cold either. Rather comfortable.

But the moment I thought Luge had a pleasant morning for the first time in a long time, I found the backs of multiple cloth-wrapped skeletons.

Luge jumps up and puts himself in shape, and when he remembers the situation, he tries to use the Invisible Hand.

"- It's no use. Omae is dead."

Ziva swung back slowly.

Luge glances somewhat behind his own back to escape, cursing inside to see if he has finally come to utter a worldly myth.

"He's obsessed with coming out of nothing."

Luge checked his feet properly and tried to move on to the escape. But...

I had my own body at my feet.

With a stitched up figure on the roof of a church spire.

A twisted, long white spear bone snake was piercing his heart. A red drip adheres to half the spear, with pierced clothes and splashes of heart flesh. Though there was a risk of healing if you didn't drop your neck or completely destroy your heart, it was thorough.

In addition to the bone spear, the cross sword, the symbol of the church, was also pierced.

"Then, be an idiot. You think I'm dead?

"Now Xama is just a spirit body that reacted to the eagle's" Necromancer Negotiation (Maazmuda) ". It's not the body, but it's the same Il that's piercing Xama's body."

"- Don't be ridiculous! Damn!"

Luge aligns the body of the spirit with his own corpse.

"Go back, go back, go back!

Ziva had a cold, dark orbit, overlooking the luge.

"Go back..."

Luge stopped screaming and leaned down powerlessly.

"Have you finally understood? Poor man everywhere."

"... Why did I die? No, poison..."

Remembering the state just before he lost consciousness, Luge grunts so, but Ziva denies it.

"It's poison, for sure, but it wasn't used by eagles. I didn't think it would poison Xama in the first place."

Luge looks up and sees Ziva with a strange face.

"It was Klund who unleashed that poison. The eagle just stuck a dolphin in the Omae."

"The treasurer..." Stupid, why, no, how in the first place... "

Luge dews his surprise when he hears a name he never expected.

The State Chamber of Commerce was flying, but Gaziaziazi, who was grasping its chains, hovered, and there was no suspicious wind. I didn't put the poison on the wind. It wasn't even raining.

"How do you protect me..."

- It's snow.

"Huh? Snow, then. Stupid, how.... well, he asked you to poison him. That son of a bitch, you fucked high skeleton or something...... fuck, fuck, fuck. You followed me up when I was a clerk!

"The eagle doesn't lend a hand directly"

But Luge, who was looking down at the treasurer, did not believe it, and continued to curse at the bumps.

As a Ziva, I wanted to know about the existence of what I would call a brave man for the future. That was just it, but I'm not going to hear anything about this.

The moment I thought so, the brave man in front of me said something terrible.

- He's a brave man, too.

Ziva doubted her ears.

"I'm not lying. He was summoned as a brave man, just like us. Because of a princess named Alice. It's just that he escaped somewhere after Hayato's bastard stole his protection just before he was summoned. So the album didn't know about him, and it was taboo between us."

Luge never thought about the summoner or anything.

I therefore had no hesitation in exposing the loss of the album that so many summoners were turning to Ziva, who was hostile to the album. All the more so if I were to die, now Luge has nothing but Hayato, an album, and a grudge against the treasurer.

Whether the spill of information made the brave man's position worse for Luge, it didn't matter whether the collector was involved in a political struggle.

I was caught up in the ridiculous thing of recall and so on in the fall of my third year of high school, but I have shown strength, earned money, and lived on my own. While abducting, we have gathered money and strength to avoid being held hostage to a country that openly tries to exploit it it.

Danced by the name of the brave, like those in Hayato and Albaum, it did not come in a raw world. The power I can just do without the name of a brave man has been polished. It wasn't something I found out about the others or anything. It is self-inflicted.

That's what I thought, but Luge is dead.

Says it was also killed by a collector who was looking down. Even if it was a lie, whether it was true or not, it no longer mattered to Luge. But I just didn't want to die.

It was out of such resentment that Luge exposed Ziva about the treasurer.

Ziva was surprised by the origin of the troublesome brave man who suddenly appeared in the album, the identity of the uncertain collector.

Regardless, Luge's thoughts were spotted instantly.

Truth about the brave, it would mean shaking the album.

That the most powerful brave man is the sinner who stole the 'God's protection' of others. That it was hidden by Albaum, Sandra, and the other brave men.

That, moreover, the royal family of the album abducted (summoned) the brave men by inhumane means, and that the government used them politically by concealing them. That Sandra, who certified the brave, is also chewing one on it.

Simply flowing these across countries can confuse the Mid continent enough.

But Ziva looks at Luge with cold eyes.

"... poor man"

"Heh, I'm sure you're in the same hole."

"There's no reason to believe the dead man's bullshit"

"Ha, thieves. This is what you mean by fierce. I'm proud of terrorists. What are you going to say? Ha, you hypocrites."

"Until that fact becomes public, the eagle hides the fact that the treasurer is a brave man."

Ziva re-worded it in 'True Words (Payman)' as she chose the words.

If you use 'the truth', you don't lie. If you lie, 'Truth' loses power instantly, and Ziva loses the means to negotiate in 'Necromancer Negotiation'. It was the same thing, even if it was a 'vow' to myself.

In this world, the more long-lived species tend to value pride. It is only to the extent of tendency, but it is no strange story to live through the muscles to live a healthy mind in its long life.

It didn't leak in the example, and so did the bone race.

Return to the letter with a letter, and to the vengeance with a vengeance.

If we ignored that for Ziva and used the possessor, we didn't have a face to match our countrymen.

Indeed, Ziva is a thief on the Mid Continent, a terrorist without blood or tears.

But Ziva and I were sons of men. It is heartfelt.

Everything was impossible for the enemy to keep fighting. We needed the support and support of those to protect, and the understandable. There's no point fighting as a thief skeleton without a protector, and if there's no understander, I'll get stuck one day.

For Ziva, the keeper was one of them, an important neighbor.

Even though I didn't know the details of the situation, knowing it was a bone race didn't significantly change the way I dated him. He created a "museum" that would be a place of ease. The collector was a mid continent with only enemies and was one of the few minded opponents.

Besides, the collector shouldn't have mind using himself without saying anything.

That came all the way through the muscles by cutting it in the front. I've been counting on you.

Ziva could not keep her mind free.

Luge doesn't know what Ziva used to mean by 'true words', which is what he understands by his translation skills. And most importantly, I don't understand the relationship between the collector and Ziva or their spirituality for good.

"Damn it! I don't know what a clerk is like."

"I'm just saying Omae was more of a douchebag than Klund. Don't call me that, I'm deaf."

"I didn't lose without the ability to cry like a warcraft. Eh?"

"... they certainly wouldn't call you brave for poisoning a lion"

"It's just a hipster."

"- But the lion who ate that raven without knowing it was a poisonous raven is just a manuke. No one calls a rabbit cowardly or anything. Such a manuke is an omelet."

"... hey"

"Oh, let me tell you just one thing"

Ziva told Luge, whose face was distorted by humiliation and anger.

"- The reward for the end of Omae is the painting of the collector."

Luge was taken aback for a moment and could not understand the meaning of the word.

"Fortunately, this is a church. No matter how much you fear and mourn for the extinction of your will, you will not be undead."

When Ziva recovered only Ill from Luge's body, she jumped off a church spire and disappeared.

As soon as that happens, the whole body of the luge slowly thins, but I still don't notice the luge.

More than that, I finally swallowed the meaning of Ziva's words.

"Pictures, you say? Was I embedded in a clerk like Cass for something like that?... Fuck, fuck, fuck."

Even my vision is distorted by humiliation.

But inadvertently, the will waned.

What I was thinking disappeared somewhere.

Luge couldn't remember thinking until earlier. I feel like I was pissed off at someone.

I shudder at the feeling of loss.

When I look at it, my whole body is thinning too.

From the edge of the thought, the thought disappears somewhere.

My body also disappears more and more from my toes.

"Damn, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa..."

A mixed cry of humiliation and fear echoes into a snowy Marnova, but its voice reaches no one but Ziva.

Luge slowly, over time, disappeared from the world.

"- An ugly man. Until the end of the demon."

Ziva solves transparency outside the city. Forget that whine completely about the blind brave at the end, etc., and put your thoughts on little pleasures.

"Well, what kind of painting did you paint"

Ziva's pleasant voice vanished into the ash night darkness that snowed.

Early next morning.

Gothic architectural style church with the highest spires in Marnova.

Luge was pierced by a cross sword imitating the Holy Sword, the symbol of Sandra religion, and was discovered in an unbroken figure sewn on the roof of its spire.

And on the white wall of the church where Luge was discovered, there was a message in Eurifranz from the Thief Skeleton.

- It is a warning to all the fools who tried to sell the 'demon-sealed scepter' to Lesiharm.

A long box of blue and silver that Ziva stole. The vault made by the magic alloy was filled with magic implements found in a ruin called the 'Demon Sealed Cane'.

It is a rare magic fixture that is said to attenuate the effects of the inherent magic of the Warcraft within a certain range of installations, but nothing was limited to the Warcraft.

The "Necromancer Negotiation" and "Hall" of the Bone Race were also included in it.

If such a thing were installed, the reproductive capacity of the bone race in the Autonomous Communities would be reduced, and worse, reproductive itself might not be possible.

as a species. That was not something I could have seen.

Incidentally, Elf's "Dendritic Suitability," Giant Species' "Rigidity," Dwarf's "Mineral Whispers," and the "Incarnation" of the Beast race are also subjects of this, but not as influential as the Bone Race.

The "Demon Sealed Cane" was to be sent secretly to Lesiharm on a ship of the Association. The State Chamber of Commerce, for its part, had also falsely reported the loads to the Association, so the Association, for its part, did not know. If you find out about The Demon-Sealed Cane, you may receive rebellion from other races than race. For this reason, Marnova negotiated with Lesiharm on an arbitrary basis and exchanged a contract of sale.

Malnova was talking about getting angry with the horizontal spear of the Eurifranz government and kicking the cooperation of the government, in fact because the Eurifranz government would not understand the existence of a 'demon-sealed scepter'.

It was when Akikawa found out about Luji's death that he brought the collectors and surviving squadrons to Bartis, where they were closest, arranged a doctor, and managed to calm down the symptoms of all the poisons.

Vanis, who went to Marnova, almost went home and reported back.

Though I had a hunch that I was not alone in the State Chamber of Commerce, Luge's death had shocked Akikawa besides his thoughts the first death of the summoner.

At the same time, the message of the thief Skeleton was heard in the sky above.

Akikawa didn't know what the treasure was. Probably didn't even know Luge.

But I'm not surprised to hear it's a 'demon-sealed scepter'.

Though it is possible to communicate willingly, it is a warcraft. And it was only natural as a race to prevent more hostile high skeletons.

The land, which was called Caigbird, was ruled by the evil High Skeleton. The People of the Spirit, expelled by High Skeleton in the past, tried to take it back, and the nations of the North cooperated with it.

That was what was said in the Mid Continent.

Regardless, I had guessed that was not everything with Akikawa, but I didn't think that a high skeleton very similar to Skeleton was anything like race.

If a dog bites a person in a person's society, it is the dog who is at a disadvantage no matter what he or she does.

Akikawa, as a matter of course, stood by people. And that was also the perception of many races.

The treasurer woke up.

In an unfamiliar ceiling, a dim room with closed windows. A burning dry sound of firewood that sounds slight.

Not sure of dreams, reality, and the post-mortem world, the Founding Fathers watched the void. It was a fragmentary reminder that someone who seemed to be a therapist to dream of being asked to authorize the treatment, etc.

There, the sleigh and snow white peek into the treasurer.

The collector finally pulls his hand out of the blanket from his general tiredness and strokes his fierce, riddled face.

To that pleasant feeling, the collector began to wonder if this place was real and asked Snow White to wake me up.

Snow White uses his tail to cleverly wake up the collector's half. And he turned his face to the end of the sleeping table opposite the zodiac.

When the collector looks at you so that you can be caught in that gaze...

... clap,... clap,... clap

Azlona jumped into my chest.

Rather than flying, it could have been a jump from a slightly higher position. But it also seemed to defy gravity.

Gee-gee.

Azlona hugs the collector's chest slightly, rubbing his head and nose around.

"... it's not that long before you fly me."

As if to abandon the child. The collector pounded Azlona's back.

Con, con, con.

Snow White sees the treasurer in a small knock that you would never notice if you slept.

The collector, still unwilling to move, nods to the snow and gently places Azlona, who is asleep resting on her lap, resting on her lap.

Snow White cleverly opened the door with his tail as he approached the sleigh and rising door of the

Apparently, he was somewhat surprised that the door opened. Akikawa gazed at the snow white who opened the door for permission to enter, but Snow turned back puffy and put him to sleep beside the bunker's bedroom.

Akikawa turns his face to the collector who is up on the sleeping table.

"... can I open the window?

When the collector nods, Akikawa enters the room and opens the wooden armor door with rattles and hassles.

The white light plugged in.

As the collector glared at the light, Akikawa sat in a chair that was nearby.

"Safe and above all."

"... oh, you found me. Thank you."

"Yeah, well. I managed to rely on the finger lines (lines) I put on one of my special investigative teams."

After a slight silence as if looking for a topic, the collector opens his mouth.

"... what happened?

"... all I know is that you and a special investigation team were down in the third floor grand hall of the National Chamber of Commerce found near Dragon Mountain. And this morning, Mr. Luge's death has been confirmed. The church in Marnova told me he was being held hostage."

"... right"

He died, and the collector shrugged in a slight voice.

"The collectors were experiencing symptoms of poison, so we rushed to Bartis, which was closest. And by the way, Mr. Luge has detected the poison."

"... poison,"

"Yeah. I have no idea how you sprayed the poison because it wasn't detected from anything other than the human body of the collectors, but according to the therapist, it's more than ten compound poisons. Bard Flowers (Virhio) Pollination Poison, Feilong Poison, poisonous grass and mushrooms like no name from weaker to stronger… and the strongest, poisonous swollen fish (Pozn) poison. Three of the special investigative teams with this poisonous symptom have died. Some have leftover sequelae, about three to fully recover.... How's the collector?

That's what the collector says and explores symptoms other than tiredness.

Move your hands or toes and turn your neck. Gently get off the sleeping table, get up and bend over as you have your fluttering body supported by snow and white.

"... although I am weak and dizzy. Doesn't sound like a problem."

"Really? Good. … maybe the fact that your hunting beast was still warming up his body after the falling of the collector led to his recovery."

The collector sits on his sleeping table and strokes his snow and white neck with gratitude. Snow White rubbed his neck around his stroking hands and the collector's knees.

Azrona saw this and imitated it, and the keeper felt emotional in the two who were born differently and grew up as if they were brothers and sisters.

Akikawa looked as sorry as usual about such a collector, but stared at him in the way he was thinking of something.

There was vague discomfort when Akikawa rushed to the National Chamber of Commerce, which fell near Dragon Mountain.

But ignore it and push everyone into the Warcraft somehow, but there's no luge.

Performing the Spiritual Magic Enemy with Bannis did not allow us to find the figure of a person. But I didn't have time.

When I left, the last time I swung back through the grand hall on the third floor, I realized who the discomfort was.

Traces of battle.

What appears to be an attack by the Luges goes up, and what appears to be an attack by the Thieves Skeleton goes down. The trail raised the appearance of Luge and the others confronting the thief Skeleton.

There is nothing suspicious about it if it were meant to be, but that was who the discomfort was.

If you just wait for the information to spill anymore, the cadaver is cooperating with Luge outside the lawless, invisible city.

It doesn't feel uncomfortable, it feels like it can be called an argument. Spiritual magic isn't always activated from hand, and Akikawa isn't an expert at analyzing traces.

It is only an inference, because we know the certainty of the collector and the luge.

As was later informed, Luge was killed by Ziva and exposed to the heavenly side of the church. That is the odd view, and I believe that Akikawa is 90-90 minutes too.

However, slight discomfort remained forever.

... well, is he dead?

It was a small whine, but it had reached Akikawa's ear.

The whining reminded me again of the discomfort I felt at the State Chamber of Commerce.

There was no hate, no joy, it was just a pale word that whined about the facts, but Akikawa felt an unspeakable creep.

And the collectors weren't upset to learn that half of the special investigation teams and Luge were dead. I don't know I can't be sad about Luge's death. But I also seemed too calm to say that the same Japanese were dead.

It should be the clerk's branch keeper in front of you.

But Akikawa seemed to have a completely different person there. It also seemed to embrace a man's death, as if he were a soldier accustomed to the battlefield, which does not seem to be the reaction of those who learned of a man's death, nor of the same Japanese.

"... may I ask what happened that night?

Akikawa nevertheless manages to remember his work and asks the collector.

Without refusing, the collector tells Akikawa about what happened after the State Chamber of Commerce flew. And as I spoke, I was remembering Ziva's interaction, and the end of Luge.

Ziva looked like a woman as the zodiac waited in the cave living room, wrapped around a thin black coat and sat in the front of the zodiac as usual.

I sit still, but I barely show the ugly parts above and below, that's what I did.

Ziva scratches up her dark brown hair mixed with blonde hair and faces the keeper.

"So, what's the story?

The collector takes Ziva's straight gaze from the front.

"What do you think of the brave man?

"That's abrupt.... but in a nutshell, you're in the way. They're giving me more trouble than one or two."

"... well. Then will you kill the brave man during the crusade?

"... are you serious"

Ziva has eyes that look at the past that fade and have lost its brilliance.

We were supposed to interact as good neighbors and break up like this. That was supposed to be a small, plush memory for Ziva.

Ziva was disappointed that the collector had broken that in impeccable terms.

Ziva's relationship with herself was also a good neighbor for the collectors. That was supposed to be it.

"... so?

Because of the emotions he was interacting with as a neighbor, Ziva didn't walk away and encouraged him to get ahead of the story.

But the atmosphere is not a neighbor.

The pressure was hanging on the collector like a sword stuck to his throat.

The collector has stepped over the line.

But we can't go back.

The collector bites his back teeth, grips his fists hard, and indulges in a mind that seems frightened.

Then Snow White's sleigh and face appeared from the side of the treasurer, staring at Ziva with sharp eyes.

The pressure that was compressing the collector loosened as if the snow and white had pushed back, and the collector turned his arms around the soft neck of the snow and white like adding silk and cashmere, breathing relievedly.

"It was a bad way to put it, but I want you to think it will turn out that way.

First of all, there are circumstances and the thief skeleton... I have to take part in your crusade. "

"... a compulsory request"

"Oh, I said no once."

"It should have been a fine and demotion, but didn't Omae take the promotion exam during this time"

"I received it the second time, but I was demoted for refusing a compulsory request. I have no idea what Marnova is thinking, and I don't know how I can do thief skeletons in the first place. I was supposed to run away with my tail wrapped around it."

"Hunters who cannot deduce the power of themselves and their prey die prematurely. That's not what I made fun of."

I do not despise the Collector, nor do I proudly show myself. Ziva's tone was only pale and factual.

"I am simply being blackmailed by brave men as to why I had to take a forced request. I'm sorry, but I can't go into details. Because that blackmail is what kills a brave man named Luge.... you might understand, but I want you to shut up if you can."

Ziva, who found out who the collector is, may misuse the information.

At the end of the day, the collectors had to believe someone inside Luji, Akikawa and Ziva.

Luge is out of the question. In Akikawa, the collector can't live as he thinks.

Therefore the collector chose Ziva.

"During the crusade, 'I' kill a brave man named Luji Gotow. Or push them out of combat. All you have to do is stab the tortoise if you're alive, and cook if you want to. It would be helpful if they could use what you murdered in large part."

Ziva frowns slightly.

"... Omae will kill you?

"Oh. I hope it works. And if you can, I want you to pull the magic from his barrier."

"... it shouldn't work unless you know what the eagle plans are. You want me to tell you what the plan is?

"There is no guarantee that I am not a spy for the brave. You don't have to tell me. I'll give you an on-the-spot ride to your plan."

"... what would I do if I didn't get that chance"

I thought with a face that I didn't even imagine that there was a collector.

Ziva looked at the keeper like she was stunned by the unplanned appearance.

"... then I give up completely. So I have another favor to ask. If you can't kill the brave, take us to the Sauran Desert. I live there in hiding."

Asshole or you, Ziva's face said, but still explains it kindly.

"It's not as lifelike as Omae imagines. Burning day, extreme cold at night. The desert continues to the end of the earth, and overnight the terrain changes. Spirits are rough, and elementary magic abounds in half-breed spiritual magicians. Powerful warcraft and even spiritual dragons (element dragons), giant soldiers (Gigers), and undead birds (Phoenix) inhabit. Never met, but only the desert people who supposedly read the streams of sand were allowed to live."

"If you fail, hell either way. Then I'll go to hell of my choice."

Under the gaze of a resolute collector, Ziva was about to laugh through the shadows.

Ziva asks as she indulges in cheeks that are about to loosen.

"... so what are you going to do"

The collector told Ziva the plan.

"... he's quick to escape, but his defensive abilities are unusual. Can you kill me for that?

Twice in the past, Ziva was relative to Luge, but could not kill him because of his defensive abilities. Though it wasn't meant to kill him, he still thought it was just a bone breaking job to attack that force that blocked almost all attacks.

"... surely, I can't say. I have other methods available, but they are often quinquennial. No, it could be less."

"... it doesn't matter to the eagle, but the way we do it, we're gonna get around it, okay? Kill brave men to live in the world of men and involve others in the process. Is Omae ready for that?

"I'm not going to involve anything but the brave and their surroundings"

Ziva puts her arms together and tells her to crave her child.

"Are you serious? You think such a chilleigotto would pass?

"Unlike you, I don't have much to bear. That's how I've lived, and now I can't and I'm not willing to change my way of life."

If I had lived by abandoning Chiraigoto, I might have lived a little better in this world, and in Japan.

But the collector didn't.

As he strived to gain strength, brains, bargaining power, and connections, the collector chose intent, pride, and aesthetics to strive. To be precise, I chose the latter because I couldn't have any of the former.

I understand that it is a lack of effort that has prevented me from living well in Japan with my collector. I have no intention of transferring responsibility.

But the fact that we may not be able to adapt to society is stuck as a reality, and then we have to decide how to live.

The collectors did not choose to turn their backs on society.

My raised heart couldn't deny the society I grew up in. My own paintings beautifully affirmed the world.

I have no power. No brains. I have no bargaining power, no connections, no financial resources.

But that didn't make the world a reason to deny society.

It is your responsibility to 'not', and jealousy and resentment are wrong.

So the collector came to life giving up that there was nothing there.

I have given up my job, my marriage, my children, my public body, and finally 'normal' to live.

Still, what I couldn't give up was the painting and my pride as a person.

Maybe I can say such a chilleigotto because I don't know the bottom line of society.

But I could also say that I was able to live without falling to the bottom of society, because there was that society.

Therefore, the collector is unwilling to abandon things such as pride, intent, and aesthetics.

That this is a different world had nothing to do with it.

Ziva was feeling the seriousness of the treasurer, the spirit that was close to us.

Running into the desert, but it seems like a keeper.

Chiraigoto, a man who struggles to even get promoted to seven stars and is only strong enough to be cornered by threats.

But I didn't think it was a bad idea to see it through.

"- Fine. I'll get you on that story. There's nothing wrong with eagles. It doesn't make any difference whether you're guilty of killing a brave man or not. Besides, if that's really possible, I'd like to use it."

The collector looked somewhere relieved.

"... so, a reward but what do I do? I wish I could."

"I don't want it. I'm embarrassed to be able to demand a reward or something like this."

"But..."

"- Oh, yeah. Paint me. Pictures that shake the sentiments of eagles."

The collector floats the tannic surface.

"My paintings are worth it."

"I know enough not to. But what the eagle wants is not worth it. You know what I mean.

The collector thought for a long time, but finally nodded.

"Then I have some things I want"

Ziva accepted it.

And until the day Ziva left the cave, her routine as a neighbor continued, as usual.

"- Primitive islands aren't the only ones flying in the sky"

That's all Ziva left to say and left the cave.

Crusade Operation Day.

Ziva boarded the State Chamber of Commerce and destroyed the magic fixtures on Luge's barrier just as the collectors asked.

The collector, relieved by the matter, waited for the opportunity as if he were a hunter waiting for his prey in the same place for days.

If you don't get a chance, you just have to crawl into the desert. It's no different than when you were summoned.

I thought so, but the opportunity came.

The State Chamber of Commerce flies through the sky, and there are only opponents around whom the collectors have decided to be enemies, and there is nothing extra.

Remembering and thanking Ziva for the words she left behind, the collector decided on the plan.

Constantly shooting ice spears.

Freeze the poison dissolved in water and collect the surrounding snow for a hardened ice spear.

All of that dissolves in gaziazi and becomes water, but I asked the ice sperm to convert all of that poisonous mixed water into snow without putting it in my hair for a while.

The "Snow Poison" created by the Collector was like real snow, and was lost in the snow that fell.

In the meantime, he also constantly unleashed ice spears formed by gathering snow and, when melted, continued to make 'snow poison'. Only magic is more than people.

Most of the snow falling on the State Chamber of Commerce in a short time had become 'snow poison'.

And after a while, the luges, squadrons and collectors who sucked it fell one after the other.

At the end of the day, the collector used the accumulated snow of the State Chamber of Commerce as a rooting ice spear to unleash the evidence into the sky together with the obliteration.

There are holes that are 'invisible hands' that are better than barriers, but can't even be called a single drawback.

'Invisible Hand' is only a hand, only holding a luge. It doesn't cover the whole thing like a barrier without neighborhood.

The collector aimed for the snow entering through the gap between his fingers to be inhaled by Luge's breath. And I smoked 'snow poison' myself so I wouldn't be suspected.

Protecting the brave doesn't work. However, there is a difference depending on the protection. It is true that the protection of the attack system does not work, but how about for defense? The collector took a far-fetched method called 'snow poison' because he didn't know that.

I was also ready for poison. The only reason the collector wasn't feeling well until the day before Operation Crusade was because he was accustomed to the poison.

The day after the day he was blackmailed, the possessor asked Ilargi how to make the poison antidote he had.

Irargi showed her anger and yelled at her for not knowing the antidote to the poison she had, but taught her how to make the antidote.

Starting from that day, I started drinking from poison that diluted more than a hundred times, and when the symptoms appeared even slightly, I healed my body with life magic and waited for the poison to cut off, and I drank it again and healed my body. I repeated that.

I didn't even know if that would make me tolerant of poison, but I still wanted to do what I could. I don't want to die with a collector.

It was uncertain, terribly far-fetched, consultation.

But that led me to discuss Luge.

Luge understood the properties of his own protection and also had some antidotes. But the antidote was compatible with Feilong poison, bard pollination poison, and a number of other poisons, but it was not compatible with unnamed poisonous grasses and mushrooms collected by the poachers without being able to distinguish them from herbs, such as those only rarely available on board fishing village vessels.

If they were attacked with more poison on the wind or dissolved in water, they might have been able to detect it from its unnaturalness.

But I couldn't even think of shooting the poisoned water with ice spears, or melting it with enemy flames, and dispersing the melted water into the surrounding snow. Because there are too many uncertain elements.

Luge's miscalculation is the connection between the collector and Ziva. And I couldn't read it until the Japanese collector was ready to discuss it with me. I can also say that I overlooked the zodiac, but Luge didn't understand the spirituality of the zodiac.

If you bowed your head to Ziva to kill the brave, the collector was convinced that your casual days in the den would never return.

I didn't want to lose my casual days with Ziva.

But I couldn't help but be cornered.

Therefore the collector exposed everything and entrusted it to Ziva.

Whether despised or disappointed, that was all the treasurer could do.

As a result, Luge died, and the treasurer lived.

The collector could say that he had won the bet.

It must be said that Ziva's palm and resistance to poison, which was only slightly applied in a short period of time, kept the keeper alive on a single piece of paper, but there were parts of the keeper that he hadn't even noticed.

The poison converted to snow was consumed in small amounts at a time, and it was difficult for those who ingested the poison to be noticed because of the cold in the outside air.

Furthermore, the visceral function of the collector, who lived a beastly life with the snow and white, was strong, thanks to the strength of the forged body and the resistance to height and cold gained when summoned, plus the snow and white that was warming the collector under the cold sky, the collector was able to live and successfully consult, without any sequelae, unlike the luge or special forces.

Intention and obsession, giving up and luck, and friendship were intricately intertwined, producing, incidentally and inevitably, difficult results.

The State Chamber of Commerce flew through the sky, where it became a battle. And when I realized it, I was down.

The collector told Akikawa that there was no obstacle.

I don't confess the truth or anything. I was going to keep this quiet until I died.

That's why I'm not aware of sin.

It is an act because it has shaken its own right to life.

We would have lived with each other without anything if Luge hadn't made threats or anything.

I can't kill Akikawa right now. It's dangerous, but the collector can't take the option of killing me, and I didn't even think about that. There was no way I could have killed Akikawa, which is difficult to say is violating the right to life of a collector.

"... Really?"

What the collector said was about the same as what the surviving squadron told him.

There is no evidence of suspicion of the collector.

Luge was killed by a thief, Skeleton.

That makes no mistake.

But there was a grunt creeping into Akikawa's ear that I couldn't feel any emotions of the collector.

Akikawa asks the collector while hiding his shapeless vague emotions in his chest.

"... would you like to come to the album with me?

To the best of Akikawa's knowledge, there is no summoner like Luji. But I don't know until the inside of my mind. I couldn't say enough that something trying to use the collector wouldn't come out again.

The collector sits back on the bed, tickling the snow and white throat.

"... I have no extreme anger or resentment, but I don't think I can believe it either.

I don't even think I can put my emotions down for the first time like you and do well with my surroundings. You know what I mean about Estia, right? I have no grudges against you, but I won't break them off easily. "

"... not everything is working out with me"

"I guess. Sounds tough."

Luge, Hayato, Erica. Just thinking about taking care of those summoners is good for the collectors.

They looked indescribable.

"... is that right? Ok. Sorry for taking so long to get sick."

Akikawa tries to leave the room with his head down with a peck, but stops in front of the door.

"- One thing, I forgot to mention. As far as I can tell, there's no sign of him flowing information. He seemed ready to spill information for when something happened to him himself, but this time he was able to crush it up front. Unless it's a special piece of magic that I don't know about, we probably shouldn't be able to flow information on the collector."

Akikawa leaves the room and slowly closes the door.

The sun is already hanging directly on top. Even so, the hallway is bright, unlike one day. But the lightless corners were darker.

Akikawa stares at that dark corner.

As a last resort, I was thinking of killing Luge.

And if I let Luge get away with it, he would have killed the keeper, maybe.

Akikawa stared at his sweaty palm.

Either way, it was the end to spit on. Among other things, the latter has no room for fine dust.

So, assuming, in some way, that Luge's keeper killed him, Akikawa couldn't blame him. It's not necessarily excessive, but that's all Luge does.

But I had anxiety that Akikawa couldn't wipe.

The faint whine of the collector when he heard Luge had been killed.

Girl of the bird race, its spirituality that killed the fans lightly without hesitation.

If the firepowder descends, the Caveman kills the Summoner, the student.

Without hesitation, there will be no one forgiveness.

A collector without protection can never be said to be strong. That's why I get harsh to live.

I know you're not in a position to blame me for that.

But still...

I thought I saw a collector confronting the students.

Students overlapped in the appearance of Luge piercing the roof of the church.

Akikawa shook off her ominous imagination and walked down the hallway as the day plunged in with a tight, sweaty hand.

Move so it doesn't end up like this one.

But if you still have to confront me after all you've done, then...

The collector stared at the door for a while after Akikawa left.

At the closing moment of the door, I felt a clear separation from the summoners.

There's no way you can kill the same summoner and rendezvous with the summoners.

I wasn't even willing to rendezvous in the first place, but it no longer meant making my belongings exactly the same with the summoners in this matter.

There will be exchanges, but you will never bear the same attribution.

Prepared for that, the collector killed Luge.

I can tell from watching Akikawa react who didn't lay a hand on Luji, but murder is contraindicated for the summoners.

Of course, it is also contraindicated for the collector.

Therefore, it is natural for the summoner to think so.

There will be times when you decide to kill to protect like Erika, Hayato, and Akikawa, but still killing a summoner who grew up in the same society is clearly not the same as killing a human being in this world.

I don't show hesitation with a collector, but compared to the same Japanese people in this world, there is a difference in emotions to kill.

It is not difficult to imagine the strength of that resistance, not least if you are a summoner who has lived in a group called the Japanese.

But the collectors have affirmed the means of murder only in self-defence.

He tolerates murder only in limited circumstances, contraindicated by good sense raised in Japan. This was underlying the theory in cases involving chimps or in cases of intimidation.

In a society called Japan, the collectors fell from normal to zero.

But still to live, he managed to live without bothering people at the edge of society by shredding off some of the normal things that were likely to be burdensome.

But then I scraped it off and wondered if it was something I really needed when I was staring back at something I had thrown away unconcerningly. Doubting one, everything became suspicious, and the collector was to review every element that constituted him.

That's how he didn't fall out of society, he managed to live at the end of it, thinking, where he lived by restoring it to a painting, and he was thrown into this world.

When the treasurer was thrown into this world, a society called Japan, to be followed by the treasurer, who, unlike other summoners, was alone, existed only on its own inner side.

That accelerated the change in the inner surface of the builder.

To save yourself, eliminate the enemy.

To protect what's important, kill.

I can definitely not reconcile with the summoners who basically consider murder evil first.

It is not good to defend oneself with madness in death.

You couldn't be convinced of that.

What would have happened if, in front of the summoners, the possessor had killed Luge?

I killed him because he was blackmailed.

It is a crime of murder in Japan. It is over-defense, even if the reasons for it are somewhat discretionary.

The appearance may not strongly condemn only the treasurer.

But I will not accept wholeheartedly the treasurer who killed the same Japanese. So much for the aversion to something called murder.

So did the collectors, which is why we know that. Whatever the circumstances, murder is unacceptable. Because I thought it was a sin.

The collector and the summoner. It was no longer fundamentally incompatible.

That's what the collector had in mind.

I lay barely on the bedside, and the collector stared at the ceiling.

Missy.

The bedroom screams.

"- Hey, what, don't push me silly, fall"

Snow White rides the sleigh and sleeping table and drives the zodiac to the edge of the sleeping table to lie down.

I won't say anything.

But it feels as if he's saying I'm here, and the keeper laughs bitterly.

And he gave himself up to a comfortable drowsiness, feeling the warm soft hair of snow and white.

After exposing Luge to church, Ziva returned to the Hidden Nest of Dragon Mountain to watch the painting.

A reward, a painting by a collector.

There was no personal belongings of the collector in the cave anymore, only a painting was erected in the back room.

Unlike the two previous paintings, the painting was an oil painting in which various colors were used. It is not so different from the paintings of the northern countries. Some colors were jewels prepared by Ziva as requested by the collector.

In some hall, Ziva looking like a woman.

He had a gentle smile.

He was wearing a thin black coat, as usual, and sitting on a chair.

a thin body, but his stomach plumped and made him feel life dwelling there.

Ziva, who saw the painting, puts a deep wrinkle between her eyebrows not only saying it's unpleasant.

The lifestyle depicted is Marnova-style.

I felt terrible discomfort and no discomfort in the painting because it was not Kaigbird's lifestyle.

Most importantly, there was anger from the first glance.

Ziva is a warrior. I felt blasphemed for it. Will a woman say, whether this is the case or not?

In that sense, I can also say that it evoked the sentiment of anger,

Maybe I over-expected it.

I did call it emotion, but this is only an insult.

Ziva thinks that far as she is emotional, but meditates on her eyes and holds her emotions back.

... Would that man do something so low?

Certainly not a talented man, nor one who excels in martial arts. I don't even have the same spirit as a saint. It is ordinary.

But you know what, I don't even try to fall off the outside road.

I didn't have to bother to tell you if I was to kill this brave man. I should have used it on my own.

You're never strong, but you're disciplined, and you don't give up your feelings. All promises are kept as if they were true.

If it were meant to be, that would never be strange.

People live as people and themselves. Unless someone invades you, nobody invades you.

That's all it is, but it really gives rise to a quarrel. All the more so if you are weak. The strong do not allow that of the weak.

But still, I'm trying to penetrate it.

Would a guy like that paint a picture that pushes his own ideals?

Ziva sets aside her first emotions for a moment and slowly opens her eyes.

Then I found a slice of leaf paper under the painting standing on the wall. There...

Hope to be decorated in a large church in the north, or in a prayer hall in Lesiharm.

That's all it said.

Ziva imagined that the painting was decorated in the church of Sandra, in the chapel of Lesiharm.

And understand.

"... you have a pretty bad personality"

Ziva has a prank grin.

This painting was a painful tattoo against the northern race, which does not recognize the bone race.

If those who do know nothing see this painting, they are not self-admiring, but they are just the Mother of Mercy.

It is not without being the Virgin Mary who picked up and raised Mido the Brave. Rather than that, many paintings of pregnant women in northern countries are religious paintings that use the Virgin Mary as a model.

But if this pregnant woman is a bone race, the meaning changes with gallery.

Decorate the paintings depicted with the happiness of the bone race in the sacred places of Sandra and Spiritualism believed by those who took happiness away from the bone race.

Many Sandra and Spiritualists would treat a painting of a woman of bone race classified as a warcraft from race as sacred, believing that she was the Virgin Mary.

A race that discriminates against bone races that are only different in appearance, even though there is no discernible distinction between the flesh-received bone race and race.

The collector painted the contradiction.

Ziva realizes.

Accepting it that way with something strange, I could also see this painting as it were.

Oh, and I laughed at my husband, and there might have been a future where I lived my child and lived in peace.

Such a small sentiment came to Ziva's chest.

Anger, sarcasm, and sentiment.

The collector was stunningly up to Ziva's demands.

Three paintings are left in the Cave of Hidden Nests.

There's one painting of Ziva, and two paintings of a whore named Estia.

Ziva is going to leave it like this for a while.

A magnificent picture of irony, not knowing when it was painted, and a painting of a whore who might be with anyone.

Sometimes it would be nice to come and watch.

If it is ever discovered, it is also a joy. You can donate softly to some church if you want.

Years, decades, hundreds of years from now someone might notice this painting.

A painting of an unnamed Hunter.

It's also fun to imagine such a future.

I don't think I have a future, etc. Therefore, it is unnecessary.

Ziva stared at her own painting, which housed her child, for some time.

A few days later, the body of the zodiac completely demodulated, and the zodiac bid farewell to the lay women, the general of the liquor store.

"... right"

Raele remnantly stroked Azrona's hyena with her fingers.

"Well, he's a hunter."

Ekaitz says so, but his expression is somewhat dark. At the age of Ekaitz, if the next time a collector visits Bartis, he may be dead. Before that, this could be the break up of a lifetime.

The collectors have yet to come perfectly, but it was common in this world for a single parting to be eternal.

The collectors were dropped off by such a soggy ray and headed to the port of Marnova.

When we arrive at the port of Marnova all day and night, Azlona makes a face out of the hood and rarely kicks in. Has Snow White gotten used to it already, gathering his surrounding gaze but lacking beside the collector, etc.

A large ship was in front of me.

I could hear the anger of my husband and the shipmasters.

The ship is destined for a relay point to the Sauran continent and a foreign residence in Longhua Country (Lonfa) on the southeast continent.

- Let's go.

The collector, who was barely pressured by the hustle and bustle of the harbor, called out to Snow White and tried to make his way to the ship.

So he is not the same as he who weaves a black robe.

The smell of smoke trees fluttered like sweet vanilla.

The treasurer is inspired by the smell, stopping his leg...

Kap.

Bite your ear, it feels hard. There is no pain.

The collector tries to jump out of surprise, but sooner than that, the black robe releases its ears.

I could see the skeleton laughing happily from the gap in the robe, but the skeleton disappeared into the mess, showing her back without saying anything.

Skeleton, no. A keeper rubbing his ears bitten by Ziva.

I didn't have time to thank you.

Were you satisfied with the painting?

Based on that appearance, it seemed good to consider it satisfactory.

I think the collector is fu.

Am I supposed to think that the beauty has overheard me, or am I supposed to think that I was bitten by the skeleton while I was watching?

Like I'm happy, like I'm not. I was really thinking crap.

Sighed as though Snow White, who saw how it was, was a sloppy man, and Azrona was innocently pleased with the emergence of someone she knew.

The collector tightened his face, which was somewhat loose, and walked out toward the ship.

On the other side of the desert I haven't seen yet, I felt like something was going to happen.