Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

The winter sea is rough.

I must have heard it in my hometown when I was in Japan, but I was distracted by the resolution of Luge's problem, which was a source of worry, and the collector completely forgot.

It is even a sailboat. Even though it is aided by autonomous magic and magic implements and spiritual magic, it is not as stable as ferries.

I mean, the ship rocked badly.

Ordinary seasickness became severe seasickness due to intense shaking, which he was prepared to do, and he squatted with a blue-white face in a given small cabin.

It's already empty, such as the contents of the stomach that I was forced to pack in the morning, and the only thing I can fill up with nausea is sour liquid and stomach. The nausea that strikes without interruption still lifts the stomach with nothing in it, causing damage to the stomach itself.

If you want to lay your body down, you can't even lie down during the day because the swing of the ship sounds direct. I couldn't easily deplete my magic and faint because it doesn't necessarily mean when the ship won't sink, like the last one.

As a result, the collector sits physically in the corner of a small cabin and begins to endure.

It was Snow White stroking the back of such a collector with his tail in merit, and it was Azlona who looked up at the collector worryingly.

On the second day of sailing, the collector had already put his face out of the handrails on the deck, sprayed bait, and vomited. On the first day there were no waves, but at dawn the gentle waves were shaking the ship uninterrupted, and the Caveman was defeated without hesitation.

Snowflake stroked the back of the collector with his tail, and Azlona stared at the sea in a mood to see if he liked the boat running as it glided through the sea. By the way, the collector had managed to grab his tail and prevent Azrona from falling into the ocean somehow.

"- You, you have a long way to go. Is that okay with you?

The collector rubs his mouth with water essence magic before looking back.

"... maybe not"

The middle-aged sailor looks sorry for his low voice as if he squeezed it out of his soul.

Even though the desolate sailors feared snow and white, they did not put it on the table because they were not seen to be cowardly around them. And some of them were not more afraid of the sailors from their long experience and the courage they had cultivated in the sea or from the snow and white than they needed, and thus some called out to the collectors.

"I just have to get used to all this.... Oh, you can't use physical enhancement if you're a hunter too. The seasickness should stop while you're using it... well, it can't be fortified for long."

There are no special effects of seasickness. What a causal disease not even in a magical world, but the sailor reacts perfectly to the sailor's words.

"... is that true?

The sailor nodded as the dead fish caught a little hips in the eyes of the collector as if they had just stared.

"Ah, oh. However, frequent reinforced magic slows me down from getting used to seasickness. Besides, it wasn't much praise to cut the magic on the boat, so the sailors didn't do much."

"Right. Still helpful."

When the sailor thanked him, the sailor told him not to worry and went back to work.

A collector who will just try enhanced magic.

I can't wait until I get used to seasickness. I didn't take the ship for a living, I wasn't willing to choose the means if I was to bury my seasickness.

First of all, use magic with an image that vaguely strengthens the whole body that many of the inhabitants of this world are doing, not with the finer enhancements as usual.

Then, as the sailor said, after a while the nausea disappeared and the general fatigue faded.

The collector was impressed by the condition of his body, which was no different than being on land, and when he found a middle-aged sailor who was just about to climb a thick mast, he wanted to worship its back so much.

Turn the tail to Azlona, who was stroking the back of the treasurer, looking at it like Snow White was the man. To secure Azlona, who was about to fall into the sea, because the collector had let go of his hand less unexpectedly of joy.

But Azlona wanted to jump into the sea, swell her cheeks with some disgruntled face.

The deck of a large sailboat, similar to the Galeon ships on which the collectors were travelling, was quite high to sea level, but Azlona, who was able to fly, albeit unpleasant, did not seem to feel a sense of fear.

Snow White will look like a man even here in Azlona, who is completely oblivious to the warcraft in the sea, and will bring him down from the gap in the handrails of the ship as Azlona wishes.

- Gee.

Azlona grew into a snow white tail and started swimming on the sea surface with a little stretched tail secured, for fun.

One collector cools from the first emotion and thinks about how he can contain seasickness with less magic.

Vague systemic strengthening does not last that long.

If you continue to maintain systemic strengthening throughout, it is about two hours in the common soldier of this world, even if the magical collector is conscious of the details of the body's muscles to perform efficient strengthening for about six hours.

There are twenty-four hours a day, which is not enough for a sailor to fear seasickness at all.

Are the collectors triple-regulated? and try to partially enhance the human anatomy while somehow remembering, but after a while, seasickness only bumps back.

Apparently, you can't just triple regulate it. The collector still didn't give up and kept trying to strengthen the area as much as he could think of.

When the snow and white ears that were letting Azlona play at sea react tingly, they instantly pull their tails up.

Azlona swells her cheeks far away from the sea, but gnaws at the creepy big eyeballs looming from just below.

Azlona rescued at your place. I was feeling a little better when I was able to fly, but such a floating mood blew away completely and went into the deck with petarity.

But there, Deron and Big Eyeballs appear, and they stare at Azrona.

Geez!

Crawling through the jitters and deck in too much fear, it snaps into the legs of a collector who was leaping into a magical development that prevents seasickness.

"Hmm?... That's big"

The collector squeaks so when he sees the devil fish staring at this one in a neat manner, without jumping to the deck. And I glanced at Snow White and laughed bitterly when I perceived the situation.

Snow White perceived signs of targeting Azlona from the sea, and when he manipulated his tail to rescue Azlona as if he were catching a fish, he immediately followed Azlona and slammed the devil fish flying out of the sea with his tail from side to side and hit it on the deck.

"- But that's not enough if you're alone."

When the zodiac said so, Snow White also nodded, and their eyes gathered in Azlona.

The collector who thought he was on his side, and Azrona tears in his eyes at the grim demands of Snow White.

"Whoa, pigfish. The fat is good..."

One hugs the middle-aged sailor's foot, who somehow descends from the mast, all the while Azlona helps him.

I don't know what it is. The middle-aged sailor has never been nostalgic by a warcraft, but somewhere he shook his head lightly, but softly held up Azrona and tickled him with his fingers, which were saving him the hyena that grows around his neck.

A little rambling. That might have escaped too strong for a puppy or kitten, but Azlona is a subspecies of the flying dragon, albeit a child. It would be a somewhat abusive stroke, but I didn't care.

Azrona also forgot that he was about to be treated as a fish feed by the collector and snow white, and he was so happy.

As always, it is an unfamiliar warcraft.

"... for now"

In fact, I don't have an appetite for a collector who was suffering from seasickness until earlier. The sailor, who wasn't going to be evil until he smashed the heartwarming almost interactions between the middle-aged sailor and Azrona, sees a demonic fish similar to a tuna called a pigfish, but nowhere is the figure of a demonic fish.

Looking around, I find a tail fin just out of the edge of Snow White's mouth.

You noticed the zodiac's gaze, and Snow White chewed his tail off with an unfamiliar face.

I couldn't tell you, it was Snow White with the collector I had been staring at for a while, but when I took my gaze off the collector that Snow White had caught him, I started trying the enhanced magic of anti-seasickness again.

In the end, the collector was unable to develop enhanced magic to prevent seasickness, plaguing him with seasickness for more than half the day and spending a lot of time sporting sitting in the corners of the cabin like a deck or small storage.

The collector, who packed some breakfast into his stomach, flutters to the deck.

It was like being half-dead from morning up to evening because of enhanced magic applied from evening to night to suppress seasickness.

The smell is tight everywhere on the Mido continent, which is not as hygienic as Japan's in the first place. I don't want to give up because of body odor and immature hygiene management, but the narrow ship smelled worse and accelerated the seasickness of the collector.

As the collector walks along the narrow boat, he looks up to the fluffy, sweet rosy smell.

And I regretted it.

It is also caused by the fact that the smell of perfume has become stronger by raising the face, but it is caused by the owner of the smell.

A flashy woman with a thick, tight face. A female official of the white race, who was at the Hunter Association in Marnova, looked down at the collector with a grumpy face.

The collector manages to close his face and leans against the wall and gives way.

I knew from a distance that I was on the same boat. I had avoided it so as not to bowl together, but if I had met him, I had decided to act without giving him a gap to penetrate. If the seasickness option is followed by a troublesome woman or something, I can't even see it.

The female staff passed without saying anything to the collector who gave way, and the collector attempted to relax and head to the deck while making seasickness worse by the smell of strong perfume.

"- Mandatory request, you said no."

A lofty woman's voice pierces the back of the treasurer.

I tried to move on, pretending I didn't hear a collector who was going to throw up even now.

"He said he took it back later, but Marnova hasn't fallen far enough to take the displaced's hand in the first place."

Then don't make a compulsory request, even though I sincerely thought that the collector still decided to ignore it...

"But I won't forget. that you once refused a compulsory request and tried to abandon Marnova. You don't think you'll ever set foot in Marnova again."

Cold voice of a woman.

I don't care about the emotions of female employees or anything, but in the end, I guess I don't like it, whether I take it or not, but I didn't have the strength to say it to my current collector.

The woman talks to Pepper about whether she cares about the collector who doesn't argue.

"It's a mistake for displaced people to do hunters in the first place. Become an Explorer with no character shards and spend your life in ruins. The number of warcraft killed and the number of excavations will tear you apart, so I wonder if it's just right for displaced people who don't have any shards of responsibility. You look great walking with monsters like monsters and creepy flying dragons."

It was identification and accomplishment that made me a hunter. Suddenly he was kidnapped by a world like this and brought here, and it's not something I learned about responsibility or anything. The collector looks back more concerned about why this woman is here than it is.

"Are you even complaining about something?

She would fall into the category of beauty, but a highly discriminating, high-sleeping woman. I don't want to work with you if the colleagues are colleagues, but I don't even want to be near you. At best it will be far-sighted and enjoyable enough. Would it be like a snake in a zoo?

... Left Transition?

I'm not properly familiar with society. I put myself up on the shelf and the collector feels that way. But it had become a little grunt and reached the female employee's ears.

A female employee catches a kick and stares at a tremendous figure.

The collector also looks back. He's the one who made me so vain. There is no such thing as the guilt of silence.

The stare lasted for a while, but the female employee honks her nose and returns her heel.

The collector went up to the deck to remove it from the smell.

It goes without saying that Snow White and Azrona, who waited on the deck, flashed their faces at the smell of perfume drifting from the collector and kept their distance from the collector for a while.

Because of this, the collector will not have his back rubbed, and he will have a painful feeling. It is treading or kicking. Without anything good to do with that woman, the collector was sincerely evil.

Then several times I had the opportunity to meet the female staff face to face, but there was no real harm to the collector except the aggressive gaze and smell. To be honest, the smell of the perfume was the hardest for the collector.

The collector wakes up in the morning, snaps with seasickness, suppresses seasickness with fortified magic around the evening, brushes snow white and azrona, and sleeps with fortified magic. I was repeating those days. Reinforced magic is interrupted if you fall fully asleep, but if you fall asleep, you will not suffer from seasickness.

For more than thirty days to repeat those days, I felt a soft breeze on my cheek as the collector snapped on the deck as usual.

Perhaps I didn't notice about every day, but the climate clearly seemed to be changing.

The large sailboat boarded by the collectors is headed for the foreign residence of Longhua (Lonfa) country on the southeastern continent. Mapwise, it was located far east of the Union of the Anquar Islands in the southern part of the Mid continent, with a similar climate.

It's still a long way off in distance, but there's nothing hard to change about the fact that it's definitely getting close to a collector who's being plunged into hell of a seasickness.

Does Snow White and Azrona also feel the climate change, or is it not a good idea to snort?

But all of a sudden Snow White's eyes take seriously.

- Cancun, cancun, cancun, cancun, cancun.

The sound of a tall bell echoed the vast ocean.

The sound of the bell is heard when boarding when it indicates the arrival of the Warcraft. The warcraft is handled by mercenaries hired by the ship, so the collector gets up fluffy and holds the Azrona, and heads aboard the ship...

Something like an arrow plundered the nose tip of the treasurer.

If the snow and white tail wrapped around my torso hadn't pulled me apart, the barrier would have been torn about.

When the collector instantly activates the Enhanced Magic, he sets a shield on the back of the mast.

"... thank goodness"

that's what the collector said as he stroked one of the sleighs and the snow and white formations next to the collector.

"- It's" Arrowhead Fish (Freppe) "! Don't get hit with the sail, don't cut the 'Thunderwall'!

"" "Ouch!

The rage of the captain of the mercenary regiment "Unchained Anchor", which protects this ship, is followed by a wild response from the crew.

Immediately after that, a silver herd hit the ship.

The zodiac uses an ice sperm that plays on the double shield of a flying dragon in an aggressive manner to put up an ice ball wall, and something pierces there.

The figure of the devil fish, known as the arrowhead fish, which stopped through the ice ball wall to half way through, was shaped exactly like an arrow and was still tingly after piercing it.

The collector reshaped the ice ball wall for each pierced arrowhead fish, but the arrowhead fish herd pierced the ice wall like crazy.

When I look at the snow and white, it is not within the ice ball wall, outside of which I cleverly manipulate my tail to catch arrowhead fish flying in at high speeds, knocking them off, and occasionally stumbling on them.

He shows a bare gesture that bothers him a little, but it doesn't even taste bad.

As Azlona looked at it with envy, the collector took one of the half-penetrated arrowhead fish out of the ice and gave it to Azlona.

Azlona is delighted with the frozen arrowhead fish.

Still intermittently arrowhead fish pierce the ice ball walls, but it was a strange thing because watching Snow White and Azrona makes me feel relaxed.

The mercenary captain of "The Anchor Without Chains" was glaring at the absence of passengers who had missed the escape, but when he found the indescribable sight, he turned it into a pocan.

It's understandable that he's activating an ice wall at the root of the mast to prevent arrowhead fish, but there was nothing else to admire about the big hunting beast handling the arrowhead fish beside it through the shackles.

The mercenary captain, who seems to have delayed his escape but decides not to be disturbed for now, cuts his gaze from an unknown hunter and strikes a large ship like crazy, no. He stares at a flock of arrowhead fish flying away blind to a large ship.

I have no problem dealing with arrowhead fish. Even now, the lightning wall unleashed by the crew to protect the sail has shot down all the arrowhead fish. Even on the hull, it can only be a predatory wound to the extent of an attack by an arrowhead fish.

But in the first place, arrowhead fish are not the kind of demon fish that strikes large ships. To the extent that, at best, it may or may not strike the canoe. That means the mercenary captain glanced far rearward at the arrival of the arrowfish.

"-..." Saw Shellfish (Capperga) "? … After confirming the passage of the herd, prepare the 'Thunder Wave'!

"" "" Ooh!

Behind the herd of arrowhead fish there was a disc-shaped shellfish that moved diagonally, as if draining the surface of the sea. When the leading shellfish jumps through the low altitude with drainage, several shellfish contiguous with it overtake the first shellfish, and the next leading shellfish jumps through the low altitude with drainage. I repeated it and traveled fast across the sea surface, approaching this way.

No matter how sturdy the hull is and how many saw-lined shellfish attacks are spinning at high speeds, it's not safe to do so.

A flock of arrowhead fish, it breaks.

Countless arrowhead fish are jumping on the deck, but the mercenaries are blind to it.

Their eyes were looking at the looming saw-lined shellfish making a draining noise.

"- Torpedo wave, let go. Eh!

Mercenary Captain's orders.

Shortly afterwards, the big wave pushes back the sawn shellfish.

Swallow by the waves, the saw-lined shellfish were electrically shocked by the sweeping thunderstorms and sank into the sea one after the other.

The collector and Snow White stared thoughtfully at the sight as if the Great Wave were drinking a flock of sailing shellfish.

Snow White moaned that he would not carry a flock of shellfish that sank in the sea, and the possessor had been noticed by a certain figure as critical.

The person was a female employee, mixed among the mercenaries who emitted the torpedo waves. They're releasing elementary lightning elite magic to detect from the signs, but the power to the extent of the lower hunter was felt enough.

Should I help, when the collector thinks so, he slowly realizes he is powerless in the sea.

If there is no earth sperm on the sea, there is no ice sperm. Because it is daytime, dark elves are also ineffective. On the sea, originally, I don't even want to use autonomous magic in public if I don't think I can successfully carry out a white soldier battle on an unstable ship.

The only ice sperm that can play on Fei Long's double shield is to cool things down, just like Ice Warrior's round shield, and form ice that falls within the shield's scope, and not even a remote attack can be made.

If there are only three series of demon guns, the performance of the demon gun, as the collector understands it, is almost an interpersonal firearm, and even if it can be used more and more, it cannot produce a bullet with earth sperm magic, so if you shoot all the bullets made of Gorvald, it is out of bullets.

The collector, who had to build strength to live in the short term, concentrated on his affinity for spiritual magic mastery and gained some strength in the short term. But for that reason, it can also be said that the means of attack have been skewed.

"... Do you remember even thunder elf magic in earnest? Instead, we need to fundamentally rethink things."

On the sea, the collector sighed, wondering if it was less than a female employee.

"... did you do it"

But the whining of the mercenary captain, who confirmed the shooting down of all sawn shellfish, is betrayed.

A water column broke through the sea level.

It was moving its big mouth and chewing up burrs and sawn shellfish. Long torso on blue and black horizontal stripes.

"... Spotted Sea Serpent (Moderacedy)? Really? He was chasing Saw Shellfish? Shit, big thunder wave ready! White soldier -"

The mercenary captain is breathtaking.

It is not because the eyes of the Spotted Sea Serpent turned to Girari.

Suddenly, part of the whistle of a spotted sea snake was chewed off.

He didn't even seem to notice the spotted sea snake and left a long torso standing on the surface of the sea with some decent face.

The white shadow passing by the side of the speckled sea snake is ridiculously left to speed to reverse the sea level by one or two steps, and it bites from behind the sea snake to the neck muscle with a knife to return.

There seemed to be no great power beside him, which completely chewed off the bones of the speckled sea snake, and the wound of the first chewed throat. The speckled sea snake was breathless. It seemed to be rampant for a while, but after a while it also went away and floated to sea with Dharan.

It was snow white.

Snow White stepped on its long back when he wrapped his tail around the speckled sea snake to secure it and stepped down to the ship to fly one foot.

A large, swinging ship.

After a while the shaking subsided, the ship remained tilted by the weight of the spotted sea snake.

That evening, an onboard party was to be held at the flesh of the Spotted Sea Serpent.

As it was snow and white that crusaded, the material of the Spotted Sea Snake had a right to the collector, but the mercenaries had to help dismantle the Spotted Sea Snake caught on the big ship, and if we were to bring the material back, we would have to negotiate with the captain and have it loaded and carried on the ship. Besides, I can tell you that the mercenaries didn't have to be thrown out into the sea because they protected the ship.

With the approval of Snow White, the collector decided to behave the flesh of the Spotted Sea Serpent for free, and to separate the remaining skins, teeth and other materials from the 'anchor without chains'.

The sailors, passengers and mercenaries rejoiced in this.

Mercenaries are resourceful.

If a big guy like Spotted Sea Serpent is defeated without damage to the ship or to ourselves, and we split the material, then we have no complaints. Not to mention on the sea with limited food. Hooray for fresh meat.

The mercenaries began to dismantle the Spotted Sea Serpent with delight.

"You're a good hunter."

The mercenary captain of "The Unchained Anchor" left instructions for dismantling to the deputy captain to speak to the collector.

The collector is surprised that he was praised for snow and white, and his reaction is slightly delayed.

"Ah, oh. It's stuck in your stomach."

Even if they ever insulted me as a hunting beast dependant, I was never praised as a good hunting beast, so even if the collector was surprised, I couldn't help it.

"Power or trust? In any case, you won. Whoa, you didn't name it. This is Ovidio Bassani, Captain of Anchor Without Chains III."

"Seven Stars (Rubinitia), the Founding Fathers"

Ovidio offers his hand.

The collector held Ovidio's hand slightly suspiciously, but firmly.

More cheering occurs at the demolition site.

As soon as the collector saw it was snow white, he let go of his hand and gently bowed his head to Ovidio, turning to that cheer.

Ovidio laughs small as he looks at the back of the treasurer.

"... Goddamn it, what's stuck in the beast? What kind of ridiculous grip does a beast-dependent hipster have?"

Ovidio is a white race with inferior physical abilities than a giant or beast race, but I was convinced that the last thing I could count on as a man of the sea was my own flesh. I have never failed to train the flesh itself more than reinforced magic.

Whether it was because of it or because of its sexuality as a realist mercenary, even if it had activated fortified magic, the more the other person's flesh could somehow have guessed if it had actually touched it.

It was for that reason that he was convinced that Ovidio was not just a hunter with a hunting beast, although he was always a prone collector buried in the shadow of powerful snow and white.

Snow and white bright red with blood on her face stuck her neck in the belly of a speckled sea snake and devoured her gut, and right next to her, Azlona stuck her little head full of strength, clutching to her gut.

The cheer heard by the collector is the noise of some sailors and passengers over its overly vivid appearance.

But that's Snow White's right, and the guts have to be thrown away, so there's no problem. Now the mercenaries of "Anchor Without Chains" are skinning and cutting meat without showing how they care.

The collector didn't care about the eyes around him or anything, and decided to let him eat as much as he wanted.

Watching the two men devouring the spotted sea snake, the collector feels his gaze and circles his neck.

I pinched the mast. There was a female employee on the other side.

He glances at his face and turns an insulting gaze at the collector.

It seemed to me that the word left-handed by the collector stood in his belly when he said that he was a hunting beast-dependent backward hunter who had done nothing to help the Warcraft attack.

But the zodiac laughs his gaze with his nose and bounces back.

It's also true that it didn't help, it's also true that it's a snow and white hippo. But what's wrong with it? No matter what rating someone else in red might give it, the collector can shake more than Snow White, the party, accepts it.

Not to mention the words of a woman equal to her enemies, which are just depressing.

The collector cut his gaze off from the female clerk like he said you weren't in his sight or something, and watched Snow White and Azlona, who delightfully devoured his guts.

You have to wash your face later, with that in mind.