Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

"The Reserve needs a passage permit and a security deposit and a guarantor for the Lesiharms, regardless of the first or second degree. Permits will not be issued without a request order, etc."

A female official of the white race, braided with white strings, with long light brown hair knitted into three pieces and wrapped around her head, tells her as if she were reciting the Bible word for word.

It was at the reception counter of the Nazarea branch of the Hunter Association that there was a collector.

The sun is rising not necessarily early in the morning, and the outside temperatures are rising grumpy.

But it hasn't gotten too hot in the association yet. It was due to the cool breeze flowing from some fans installed on the ceiling. Nevertheless, I can keep it around the fan for another hour or so, and since then, it has been almost closed.

The collector asks further, staring somewhat at at the rare hairstyle of a female employee.

"How are permits issued?

"It will now be issued upon request within a protected area or autonomous region. That and the permits determine the length of your stay, which varies depending on the request, but can last up to ten days."

"What's a security deposit?

"It's 40,000 sheeks. If nothing happens, we will return it, but if it turns out that you are involved in terrorist acts, it will be confiscated and you will be guilty."

"... how much would it cost to be Lutz"

"Twenty-one lutz for ten thousand, two lulo."

They reckoned in just a few moments, and the builder came back with an incredible rate of answers.

"... fine. What's a guarantor?

"I'm a first- and second-class citizen living in this Lesiharm who can guarantee the identity of the collector when something happens."

"... you think there's something like that in a stream hunter?

"Because it's a rule. I think it will take the form of joining a clan or making a request to gain someone's credibility."

A female employee who answers seriously, without one disgusting face to the collector's detailed questions.

It's not that the association is bad. Lesiharm is putting various constraints on keeping people away from the Autonomous Communities.

The collector calculates the amount of the hand and account. Roughly 10,000 ruts and a little, including what's in your account. There was no problem with the deposit.

"Do you have a request?

The female employee looked a little sorry.

"Many requests for protected areas are undertaken by trusted clans from the government, so all that remains is a few salting requests"

"That's fine. Let me see."

"Okay. What will the guarantor do"

"Not at all. Anything?

"It is possible to recruit by money, but I find it difficult. There are ways you can ask your client to do it."

"Okay. I'll look at the request and then talk to you again."

The collector received a note of the salting request and headed upstairs to the materials room.

Caged in the library for about half a day, he examines laws, religions, social sentiments, the ecology of Warcraft, etc., and heads to Warcraft Stables in the occasional heat, where he consults with Snow White.

And around evening, the collector visited the receptionist again and slipped a note of a salting request onto the counter.

"- Then ask for this. The guarantor wants the client of this request, if no, to call for a call. The reward is on the condition that it comes out of the security deposit."

The same female employee as in the morning looked slightly surprised.

"... really with this? This is a salting request, so there will be no rank limit or penalty, but if you fail, you will be deemed to have received the request only to enter the reserve, and the deposit will be forfeited and you will be guilty of a crime, are you sure?

"No problem."

"... Really? So, I have to present some of Mr. Klund's background to the guarantor candidate for guarantor recruitment, are you sure?

"Specifically?

"Origins, background, rewards, etc."

"Oh, I don't mind"

"... just on this condition, the guarantor may not show up, but still?

"I'll make money then. Unfortunately, I don't have enough hands."

"Okay. There are many other requests, so please accept. First, I'll ask this client if he can be a guarantor. I'll call for you if that seems difficult. I know it'll take about two days sooner, but if you're in a hurry, come to the association a few times."

Forty-fifth day of the Yellow Moon.

When the collector who asked to recruit a guarantor left the association, the sun had already set abundantly.

The remnants of the heat during the day become raw winds and pass by.

All we have to do is wait.

The collector walked away wondering if he would stay at the inn for a long time.

It was followed by houses that served to consolidate the loess of the ancient wilderness, and only the association was a stone building. It was on the eastern side of the city, closer to the wilderness, that there was a collector, and on the western side of the city there was also a view of a northern-style stone building.

Men of various species in shirts and trousers crossed the road on pale brown skin, and women in black thin cloth also occasionally appeared. But I can barely see a race with three braids of hair like the one I saw in the harbor except for some of them like hunters and mercenaries.

I found only one of them as I saw them in the harbor, but it was as if they were living in a different world. Not his attitude, not his surrounding eyes.

In the meantime, the eyes that can be directed at the collector are not so different from the usual.

I was properly seen as a hunter in a way.

The figure of the zodiac now is a normal race with blonde hair and burnt brown eyes.

Dark grey full-body leather armor made of curly lizard, green hyena flying dragon, and black horse leather is covered in a dragon hua-style coat, and the tough flying dragon double shield, usually equipped on both shoulders, is also taken by the snow whites in the Warcraft Stables.

If Azlona stands still with the snow white and healthy withstanding the heat when it is hot, there is no right to say anything to the collector whose heat is relieved by the effect of his coat.

What was visible outside the coat was a large claw hammer and a backpack, and because of this, it seemed to be regarded as a common hunter.

- Four hundred sheeks a night.

expensive, swallowed the word.

It is an ordinary inn that the sailors happen to find on the road.

"It's a bareback, isn't it?

"Oh, a hundred seeks a meal."

Four hundred sheeks is roughly one hundred rutz for rutz, but even a bareback stay in Marnova is less than half that price. Of course, meals are less than half the price.

"... isn't it expensive?

The innkeeper's mistress answers without even showing her how distracted she was by the treasurer who leaked it.

"Everywhere is similar. Even though taxes are high, there's a drought tax. You're a hunter or a mercenary from outside, aren't you?

"Oh."

"If you're going to stay long, the association will mediate the rental house, so you'd better leave it that way."

"... can I say that?

"I don't originally stay with hunters. Most of them are merchants or pilgrims. Well, if you're clear, it's better for each other to introduce you to the others than to stay in trouble with a poorly flowing hunter."

Not many obvious words, but the treasurer felt strange and unpleasant, and thanked him and left the inn behind.

Eventually, we were to rendezvous with the snow white we had waiting for us at the Warcraft Stables and camp near the outer walls.

It is the usual thing.

And the next morning, the collector visited the association just in case.

I visited the association when the sun wasn't rising either, but the association had already gathered hunters to ask for it.

Not particularly in a hurry, the collector decided to sit in a cafe in the association and watch the hunters hustle and bustle.

"... could you lend me a glass?

The food and beverages offered at the cafe are also expensive. Still, hunters seem to be favoured, and minimal meals such as bread are affordable, but otherwise alcohol and even water were expensive.

During the busy morning, the master of the cafe points out to the keeper that just give me a cup.

"Did you come on a boat in the meantime?

"Yes, but..."

"It's not regulated by law, but it's better not to use water sperm magic too much. Until recently, the city was tingling from the drought. It's not weird who's involved. If you don't want any trouble, don't."

During the drought, the water sperm disappeared.

It's just a natural phenomenon, but rumors have flowed around that it's because someone has a monopoly on water sperm, and after two hundred years it has also helped that the ecology of the Spirit has still not been found, creating a tide that would condemn the use of water sperm magic privately. The nearest thing to the wilderness and desert is just what happened to Nazarea.

The collector sighed and now put up with the water.

After a while the hunter also decreases as room temperature rises.

The collector finally lifted his hips and turned to the female employee yesterday.

"What do you say?

"I'm waiting for a response from my client"

She showed up yesterday today and did not even show her distraction to the collector urging her, and the likely serious female employee replied pale.

"Right. See you tomorrow."

The collector didn't come here on any particular business either. I turned my back to leave early.

"- If you're a flow hunter, you seem to be a flow hunter, don't think weird, hunt the surrounding warcraft. What, I don't say anything nostalgic about territory. If you even got a request, hunt as much as you want. So you don't have to do anything extra like a moon goddess entourage."

A man at the next desk said away like he was talking to himself.

When I swing it, for some reason, the serious female employee that the collector was talking to was staring at the male employee who was responding to the man, but as a collector, I wouldn't care if he was to this extent.

In the first place, the actions of the collector have nothing to do with it. It also generates rebellion because the hunter just seems to be trying to stick his neck into the problems of other countries.

Rather, hunt as much as you like for such a one, which was broken as the handling of a stream hunter.

"Oh, yeah"

Leaving words that were not in his heart, the collector left the association behind.

The next morning, the 47th of the Yellow Moon.

In front of the collector who visited the association in anticipation of the passing of the bustle of the morning, an old woman stood with a black thin cloth woven from her head to cover her whole body.

He looks elegant on a pale brown skin that looks thin from the top of a black thin cloth, and his back is one smaller head than the collector's. He wears robe-like clothing and obsolete leather armor under a thin cloth. It didn't mean everything was open, like Ziva.

"This is Sadie Fatterf. Sadie, this is Klander, the seven-star hunter."

"The treasurer."

"My name is Sadie Fatterf. You may call me Sadie because I am preceded by my husband"

When the zodiac gently met, Sadie made a greeting move not to bow his head, but to place his hand on his own left shoulder with his right hand.

"- I think it's extra, just one thing"

arms down and Sadie continued in a polite tone.

"I don't think you should bow your head even though it's a meeting. You'll be insulted. If you're a spiritual, shake hands, if you're an Asham, put your right hand on your left shoulder like I do."

Uncontained, only slightly out of the collector's habit.

"Oh, well, it's like a habit,"

"I know you're struggling in a strange exotic land, but that's what this country is. Unless you want to be insulted, but never bow your head if you don't. Ashamists bow their heads only to God, and spiritualists do not bow their heads lightly."

To Sadie's gaze, the female employee nodded as well.

"This time it means that Mr. Sadie will be your guarantor, provided he accompanies you."

"... no, that's just it. I'm asking for a favor."

"At the time of the execution of the request, they were waiting at the temple for the attaché of the moon goddess in the reserve."

"... would you be in trouble with the bone race?

"Mr. Sadie is a second-class citizen and an Ashamist. I think it's somewhat dangerous, but not as much as a first-class citizen, and if you're going to say that, it's dangerous when it comes to Mr. Klund going inside as a hunter from this Nazarea. At the end of the day, the level of danger does not change that much except in the first-class citizen's residential area. Besides, I have an escort request to get from seven stars to the top, and I think this request will add more or less to the promotion."

Secondary citizens are mainly the people of the former Caigbad. They were ordinary citizens and their descendants who did not care who the rulers were if they were at peace. Such people would be neglected, but there was not much reason for the terrorist side to actively target them either.

If you say so, the collector will have to snort reluctantly as well. If you don't have a guarantor, you can't go inside.

"I'm not willing to take escort requests in the first place... well, okay"

"... and Mr. Fatterf is an Ashamist, albeit a widow, so please never touch the body. The government, etc. may do tyrannical things to maintain law and order, but don't let Mr. Klund ever do such rude things."

"Oh, I looked into that. A man shall not touch an Ashamist woman, and her face shall be clear from her thin cloth, but she shall not imitate that which shall be stripped."

She looked like a female employee and Sadie had been surprised by the words of the collector for some reason.

"... and I have one favor for Mr. Klund"

The female employee cut it with regret.

"Could you accompany the other hunter?

"... is that Mr. Sadie's escort?

"No, it's perfectly convenient for me, but a certain Hunter rep asked me to. Mr. Sadie accepted it conditionally."

The collector sighs.

"The guarantor is Mr. Sadie, and even though I got the request, I'm the one who asked for it. If Mr. Sadie wants to, I can't say anything. But I'm not responsible for that. Whatever he betrays you, don't hold me accountable. Worst -"

"- Oh, come on, that's not true. We're hunters from displaced communities, trust us, okay?

When I glanced at the light-hearted voice, a tall white man stood there. Next to it, a woman with a large breast who looks like a person in charge stares at me.

But ignoring all that, the collector asks a serious female employee in front of him.

"- How does he know my identity? I did allow the information to go public for sponsorship, but I haven't heard anything else."

The female employee looked at a tight eye and a large female employee in the chest.

"Ri, Mr. Livka, I'm sorry. In the course of the conversation..."

"- Come on, don't blame Hannah. Naturally, I want to know what kind of guy accompanies me to the sanctuary."

"It is now that I know you will accompany me. Trying to find out what I'm like before that is out of order, isn't it? Or was it decided from the beginning that I would admit to your company?

The treasurer stared at a potentially serious official, a woman called Livka.

"No, it's totally out of hand here."

Livka said clearly.

Without blaming Hannah, a woman official with a big teary chest, he acknowledged the responsibility. Whether it was religion or lifestyle, though I never bowed my head.

Though I don't think he felt really apologized for not having his head bowed, the collector who reconsidered that this might be a cultural difference saw Hunter and Hannah as Giroli.

"There is no second time. You're a former displaced, and you know how important information and promises are if you're a flow hunter."

The light-hearted hunter squeezed his face just a little tighter and stared straight into the eyes of the collector.

"Okay. It was my fault. I couldn't help but ask Hannah. Give him a break. I want to go to the sanctuary for Hannah. I'm not trying to do anything. It's true. Hannah's mother is sick, but there are plants in the sanctuary that need to be treated. I usually sell it over here, but it's hardly because of the drought or because it was a buy. They finally ran out of money to buy it."

"... why isn't that woman a guarantor? Or his mother."

"Association officials cannot be guarantors of hunters. Her mother's sick, too, and she doesn't deserve much as a guarantor."

If you say so much, it was hard for the collectors to refuse. The gaze of a woman named Hannah also made a point.

"... As I said earlier, I'm not in a position to say anything if Mr. Sadie says yes. If the association knows you can't be responsible, that's fine."

When I looked at Livka as the collector confirmed, I nodded with a relieved face.

"Of course it is. Mr. Klund is not responsible for Mr. Rallo's actions. I just need you to escort Sadie on the road."

"You're a guarantor. I know that, but I'm sorry to say this, but what am I supposed to do when Mr. Sadie can't pull his leg and complete the request?

"This request will not incur any penalty or penalty. Sometimes the request was left out for a long time, and after consulting with Mr. Sadie, I was allowed to do so. Of course, if it's done safely, it will be evaluated."

The keeper sees Sadie wondering if that's okay. It is quite unfavourable to my client.

"I took that knowingly, so I'm fine. I'm a single second-class citizen with no husband or children in the first place. Whatever happens, it won't be a problem. There's no reason to fall for a grandmother like this, is there?

It was in this way that a strange party was formed between two hunters of displaced origin, one woman of secondary citizenship.

"- You weren't named yet. Rallo, it's six stars. I can do anything, but you often imitate scouts at temporary parties or something. My partner is this guy."

That's what Laro said. He slapped the sword he put on his hips. However, there are several swords including a wide range of straight swords, song swords, swordbreakers and spike swords.

"When it's flowing, you deal with all sorts of warcraft, so much more."

The collectors sat across from each other in a cafe in the association, trying to stay talked about by sundown when they were leaving.

"Collector, it's seven stars. I've hardly ever had a party. I usually leave the front to the hunting beast and do the rear guard. There's nothing I can't do before, but I'm better at pushing spiritual magic from the rear guard."

"I'm Sadie Fatterf. I don't mean to interrupt you two, but thank you on the road. If you have a little bit of spiritual magic, think of it as self-defense."

As I finished introducing myself, Laro asked, in a way that he said he couldn't help but want to hear.

"So, at what request did the Klanders go to the reserve?

Thank you. He just asked about the collector's background and didn't even listen to the contents of the request. He wasn't interested because he just needed to be able to collect the plants needed to treat the employee's mother.

- Just hunting for the Red Lotus Fei Long.

"... Huh?

Laro pampered his mouth.

The collector speaks to Sadie.

"... can I hire a Warcraft to go to the temple later?"

"Shall I?"

"I'm gonna get drunk, so I'm gonna ride the beast and chase you, but give me a break. And the cost of the Warcraft."

"Of course I'll pay for it. You can do that if you take good care of me. And are you a Warcraft car drunk, that's tough.

"You can't keep strengthening all this."

"Oh, does fortified magic stop Warcraft car sickness?

"Oh, I asked the sailors, too, to try..."

"- Wait, wait, wait, wait. Talk like a goblin hunter."

Laro pinched his mouth at the collectors who were relaxing to talk.

"You know what I mean? It's that red lotus flying dragon, right? It's bigger than a flying dragon on the Mid Continent, and the poison is powerful and even blows to the fire. Even the head is better than the weather. If you get your hands on it, it will always be retaliated against, so crusading will require careful attention. If I make a mistake, my client complains and it's a penalty. One or two of them would care if they had more than three stars, but most of them are herds as long as they're not detached. It's a flock crusade. How many exclusive hunters in Lesiharm will lead the party, or else the army will have to go out."

To Laro's cry, Sadie, his client, answered.

"But I need the horns of the Red Lotus Flying Dragon. Provided, of course, that it does not bother the locals"

"That's right. I'm in the Autonomous Community, and I need a little help with the Bone Race settlement. Oh, don't worry about me. Neither illegal nor willing to participate in terrorism. Whatever. You can ask your Moon Goddess companion."

"If that's about it, you'll be fine. But don't do anything illegal, okay?

"Don't worry. I'm just gonna slip some food in."

"Maa. Then you have no problem. I heard you were a hunter from the displaced, but are you interested in relief efforts? Are you from Sandra?

"Is religion non-religious or polytheistic? It's more about charity than just asking for it."

"Oh, it's..."

"- So you go ahead and talk plainly, eh? I mean, in the middle of Lesiharm, don't call me bone race or autonomous community. Yikes. You'd be crazy to plug in food or something. You're more suspicious than I am."

"... So, do you want to stop? If it's a plant, I can get it for you. Mr. Sadie would know that, wouldn't he?

"Yeah, if you ask me what my name is, you'll see."

Laro gets gazed at by both of them and clogs his throat.

"... come on, let's go, it's the job I got."

……

"If I asked you, I'd make less money."

"Well, that's fine with me. At sundown, at the South Gate."

Each of the Founding Fathers who said so and parted gathered at the South Gate around sundown after getting ready.

Sadie and Laro were surprised by the snow white and Azrona that the Zodiac was taking with them, but the Zodiac left Nazarea without anything.

Safely passing the interrogation post at the corner of the vast stone wall and driving the Warcraft car for about two days, you will reach the temple of minutes of the Moon Goddess. Various circumstances seem to make this part of the temple the largest settlement.

As he got off the Warcraft, Sadie headed straight for the Minutes Temple. I shouldn't be able to see my feet in the dark, but I didn't even light the lights, and they went fast.

The collector flies the light of the light sperm he had secured over Sadie's head and follows it with Laro, but the two had a sharp gaze poured out of nowhere.

It's the rocks that surround it.

Homelike things did not exist except for one, and rocks of all sizes and sizes were just rolling into the wilderness.

The only exception is the minute temple, which seems to be made of wilderness soil and rolling rocks, like a stupid big kamakra.

"Sadie, it's been a while."

"Sophilis, it's been a while."

Sophilis of Half Elf, the female chief of the Twelfth Squad, welcomed Sadie and held him.

Apparently Sadie knows the chief woman.

Side by side as the two were warming up their old mating, the Caveman had built a cabin with earthen magic, far enough away from the Minutes Temple, and had begun to dominate the camp.

In the meantime, Laro watched the women entering and leaving the temple minutes with a sloppy face.

The treasurer, who did not know how it felt, let it go. Because I have to make my own bed anyway.

Sadie stayed in the temple for a minute, which meant the Zao and Laro were camping together.

Laro had begun to make a bunk, and the keeper had set fire to it with the fire sperm he had secured, and had cooked a lump of meat out of a backpack that was not a food backpack.

A few pieces of meat stabbed on dirt skewers, slowly spinning around them, sustained the fire while continuing the magic supply as thin and long as usual, were shadowed there.

"... I heard the story, but really simultaneously exercised... Eight, too?"

Sophilis, dressed in a deep green robe, stood there as the collector raised his face to an impressive voice.

I have soft eyes for blonde shortcuts and some extraordinary beauty like an elf, but it's more intimate than that. Unlike the elves lacking in body ups and downs, the line of the body, though slender, had emerged so firmly that it could be seen from above the deep green robe.

"Nice to meet you, my name is Sophilis.

There is no way he cared about Azlona, the snowflake staring at his pussy and roasting meat, or the first flying dragon waiting for meat.

Rather, his eyes, which saw the two, were tender.

"It's Klund."

Sometimes about the Agathas, the collector answers with few words, but was surprised by Sophilis' behavior.

Deep down, I bowed my head.

I don't know how you can be seen by those around you if you do that on this land. The collector has also just been pointed out by Sadie.

"Oh, man."

"I'm sorry"

"Okay, give me your head."

Had Agatha or Dawi kept her head down, she would not have reacted like this, but if she could suddenly bow her head to the woman she met, and because she knew the customs of the land, the collector would have been confused.

After a while, Sophilis finally gave her head up.

"Aufia also said she wanted to apologize in person. That and Agatha Dawi's disposition, but Agatha lived indefinitely, and Dawi... died."

"... dead?

"Dawi received the same disposition as Agatha, but dissatisfied with it, she tried to escape and was murdered by the Warcraft even on the run. It means that the body had been burned to such an extent that there was no shadow or shape left. By the way, it looks like Orpheus will be retraining soon enough to help you escape."

To the word burned out, I recall Aufia's alias, "Elves of the Red Lotus," and the collector was convinced with wonder.

"That's all I wanted to report."

Sophilis, who at some point tickled Azrona's hyena with his fingers, rises.

"If you don't do anything illegal or unpleasant, you are welcome to visit the land. If that's what you're interested in, I'd appreciate your cooperation as a hunter."

"Oh, wow."

Sophilis looked straight at the collector. No signs of deviation or other fine dust, straight away.

The collector on the side who usually sees it this way wandered and was supposed to reply in a sloppy language.

Still, the collector was a collector, looking at the shaped glutes of Sophilis leaving.

"- Come on, you know the Chief of the Twelfth Squad, too. What, are you actually an elf?

Laro, who was sneaking a peek at this one, sits next to the zodiac and looks in the same direction as the zodiac.

"Do my ears look pointy?

"The old elves hid their ears and visited the country of the race."

"It's race. Well, the survivors of a clan that used to live in hiding in the mountains."

"Oh, it's not rubbing when it comes to being a runaway. Well, fine. Instead, introduce me to someone."

"... speak for yourself"

"Oh, no, whoa, whoa."

"Then give up."

"Look at that ass, it's boring too"

They were all staring at Sophilis' glutes as they left.

- Oh, no.

Snow White stretched behind him.

The collector doesn't even care that it's the usual thing, but the unfamiliar Laro snarls.

Then Snow White snorted.

If you have time to watch a woman's ass, burn the meat.

And the flaming grey golden eyes said so.