Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

This Red Lotus Fei Dragon hunt ended with nothing.

Speaking of strength, I can also see some relief in the expressions of those in the Autonomous Communities when the harvest of the savage crops, which are determined to be bought by the wise, began, reuniting with the children and women of the bone race who met at the border between the desert and the wilderness, so much so that the belly armor for Azlona that I was asking for was almost complete.

The Red Lotus Flying Dragon has one left, and the Collectors are waiting for their next clearance, that's when it happened.

"... may I have a moment of your time?

When the sun began to rise high, Livka spoke to the collector who, as usual, appeared relaxed in the association.

The fare finally caught my eye, and when the collector, who was staring at my request, looked back, Livka, whose forehead was only slightly dampened with sweat, gave me a somewhat bewildered look.

- I need to talk to you about Mr. Sadie.

The collector nodded and followed him as he was guided by Livka.

Dry soil scorched. Irresistible smell and burning sunshine.

Upon hearing the details from Livka, the collector was on his way to the eastern side of Nazarea, sweating all over his body with Livka.

"... you live here"

On the east side is a section inhabited by the former Caigbird people, today by many secondary citizens.

Old houses made of hardened soil line up, with far poorer townships compared to the west. Because the sunlight is relentlessly heating the city, the streets are sparsely idle, but out of nowhere, a gaze is poured out to observe the treasurers' every step of the way, and it does not seem like a place to relax and walk.

But Sadie lives here.

"... we just broke up yesterday."

The collector hunts the Red Lotus Fei Dragon, as usual, and recalls breaking up with him by making a report at the association. Sadie was smiling as usual.

"I was yesterday. I think it was in the paper, but it seems that the Thief Skeleton is back here, and his vigilance has intensified. Because of that, there was a change in the date of entry into the district, and I asked your house to discuss that, so..."

The collector had only read the newspaper of Lesiharm once. Sometimes he wanted to keep the extra expenses down in order to earn the fare, but decided that there was no point in reading anything other than knowing Reciharm's intentions because its contents were mostly Reciharam propaganda.

Thief Skeleton, no I don't know what Ziva came back to do, but it's a little bad for a while.

"... I'm a little less confident, too, and this is how I got my feet to confirm and decide what's to come"

The two of us get to Sadie's house safely while we're talking like that.

"- Mr. Sadie is here. This is Livka Simmons of the Hunter Society."

Livka raises her voice in front of the house as she knocks.

Then Sadie opens the door indefensibly.

"... which is it?

"This is Livka Simmons, a Hunter Association employee I asked about here yesterday. This is Klund, the seven-star hunter."

"... Were you? I've been having a lot of trouble forgetting things lately. Oh, excuse me in a place like this. Please come up."

He looked so weak that he could tell even wearing a black thin cloth that he didn't think he was the same person as that ladylike Sadie. It is no longer a level of forgetfulness.

The collector had already been explained to Livka, but probably madly forgotten (Demens). He said he had dementia in Japan.

But when did you get dementia?

I didn't get dementia all of a sudden yesterday today, and I didn't see that trend even when we were acting together. And more importantly, who went with you to the Autonomous Community?

The collector had no idea what it was.

As well as the exterior, the quality itself was in the house, so much so that there was one table and chair, and one shelf, similar to the house the collector rented.

However, there was the impression that the furniture had already been disposed of rather than not having a sense of life, unlike the collector, due to the presence of traces of furniture.

"I'm sorry, I don't have a kid today to take care of me all the time... uh, the water bottle..."

I see Sadie in trouble with the grate, and Livka helps somewhat.

"What a pity to do this to a customer..."

I wanted to see him once when I was that young, and the collector couldn't say anything like Sadie had even changed, staring at Sadie preparing for hospitality with Livka.

"- Grandma, are you there?

It was when the three of them finally got to the table.

The Lord of his voice walks in slightly without waiting for Sadie's reply.

"... what, you're here. Give me a reply or so.... Who are you, you guys?

Race of tanned skin. He seems to be considerably younger than Sadie, but he's already in the middle age range. I get the rough feeling, but it was more like a manual worker than a chimp, and my physique was disappointing.

"I'm Livka Simmons, a Hunter Association employee. This is Mr. Klund, the seven-star hunter. And you?"

"... ad-zar. My grandmother's brother's son, my nephew."

Livka turns her attention to Sadie, who has been quiet since just now, but Sadie stares at Addo with the kind of eyes she sees strangers. No, I even seemed frightened by that transgressive attitude.

"Well, Grandma seems to have forgotten, but it's obvious because she's lost her mind (Demens). Well, don't worry, we'll take care of you today."

Ado enters the room slightly, stands next to Sadie and puts his hand on his shoulder.

Then Sadie let him shake his shoulder all the time, but Ado pretended not to know.

"... Sadie tells you that after his father died, he cut off from most of his relatives?

"Well, that's the word aya. How much does it cost for my sister and brother to fight?... Grandma, what were you doing asking the association? I'll take care of it. You don't have to ask the spiritual people. Some hunter I know, huh?

The operation of the Hunter Association was under the jurisdiction of Lesiharm, and most officials were spiritualists. It is therefore a reality that there are occasions when there is an affair with the Ashamites.

"That's why. Cancel the request."

Ado says that without waiting for Sadie's response either.

It just seems that Sadie has forgotten about something too, and she can't even correct it.

"… In this case, the request has been completed in 80% of the way, so the reward, net of that amount, will be returned. We don't incur a cancellation fee because we've already received it as a request fee."

I'll look into it later, but if you're a relative, you have no right to say anything to Livka. I had to deal with it according to the rules.

"Whoa, the request is for the Red Lotus Fei Dragon hunt in that bone autonomous community, right? Who would take such an insane request? I didn't learn how to fool you.

Livka asks the collector with her eyes if she can tell him about the collector she received the request, and the collector nods at it.

"This hunter has received"

"... don't be ridiculous? How do seven stars hunt red lotus flying dragons? Even I know Hunter, don't I? Think you don't know anything and you're a fool."

"It's a fact. If you don't mind, I'll turn in that hunter I know and prove it in the dossier?

Ado tongues at how confident Livka is, and now intimidates him with a rough voice.

"It hurts when a woman snorts, doesn't it?

"Do as you please. However, if you get your hands on a Hunter Association official, you will be notified to the association and union, guild. If you're ready to be the bounty neck, you're free to slash it or beat it."

Livka with perseverance.

Ado throws up abominably.

"... how much?

"First of all, as a reward, it's the jewels that Sadie keeps from us."

"Oh, I know. It's a family heirloom."

"A family heirloom? Sadie told me your parents sent you when you were married."

"If I were your grandmother's father, my brother, my father, my son, would have rights too."

Apparently Ado didn't care about requests or anything in the first place, and the jewels that Sadie was keeping with the association as a reward for the requests were what he was looking for.

"Assuming you have rights, it's only twenty percent of this gem. Now this gem, I'm sure you know it's not something that can naturally be divided. So if you pay the collector 80% of the valuation of this gem, it is also possible to return the gem. You've already agreed to this in consultation with Mr. Klund."

Ado is turning his face bright red.

You think a woman is making you vain. In fact, adult Asham men are never overstated by women. Besides, that was a spiritual woman named Livka, so she had an extra rage.

"The gem is valued at 40,000 sheeks, so the reward paid to the collector will be 32,000 sheeks for the four heads of Red Lotus Feilongs."

Forty thousand sequels, that is, the same amount as the deposit for the depositor to enter the Autonomous Community at about ten thousand ruts.

Given that the cost of the accommodation is four hundred sheeks per night, the more days of detention and participation, the less fitting it is, and no one does anything reckless like just take it alone or two. Furthermore, at the request of the Ashamists, the workplace became a popular autonomous community, and the request had been salted for more than a year.

"Shut the fuck up or you'll get on with it!

Ado raised his anger and tried to pack it into Livka sitting at the table.

I was not willing to turn the association, and hence Lesiharm, against my enemies, and I was going to threaten them and discount them.

There is no such thing as a seven-star hunter. Besides, hunters can't get out of weapons in the city, and magic is forbidden. I had to even wield violence to do it.

But a stick with a green blockage blocked the path so as to control Ado's movement.

"... Are you insane? How dare a hunter pull a weapon inside?"

"It's just a cat."

When the collector rocks, the oversized cat jiggles and moves slowly at the tip of Ado's nose.

They're teasing me.

Blood all at once went up on Ado's head, staring at the collector to intimidate him.

When this happened, it just seemed like a chimp or a broken door, but the collector felt nothing.

On second thought, he has turned his opponent to the enemy so that he can see how cute his chimp is. It's not like it was in the beginning anymore.

"You know what it means to pay off hunters, don't you?

Ado, who had blood on his head on the words, also finally thought of it.

In a time when there was once no association, when hunters were called adventurers. A village that didn't pay the promised reward.

Adventurers never stopped by again, and the village was devastated.

There used to be a similar presence to hunters on the Sauran continent, and similar stories were rolling as much as they could. No matter how much Ado resented Spiritualism, Lesiharm, and the Mid Continent, he was not willing to turn all the hunters against his enemies.

"Shit... ok, ok. The request will not be withdrawn. Do as you please."

I wouldn't do this if I could have as much as 30,000 sheeks of money ready right away, and it wouldn't be profitable for the effort to keep pulling in requests and retrieving gems like this.

"You're done for now, aren't you? Get out of here. From here on out, it's our family's problem."

Ado grinned and put his hand on Sadie's shoulder again.

Sadie is frightened by the power of a man on his shoulder.

Livka gets up, painfully painful about how it goes.

You want a keeper? and asked with his eyes, Livka shook her head to the side. I couldn't say anything more to Livka, who is an association official.

"Damn, don't let pagans pinch your mouth. This is a family matter."

If you are the same spiritualist, you can also discuss it by passing the 'synagogue', but Sadie is an Asham. There was nothing I could do about Livka.

- Mr. Sadie is here.

A man's voice sounds from the outside.

Ado tried to push the man back out loud with his tongue pounding, but for some reason the man came in slightly.

"- Mr. Hooli."

Sadie stood up to the woman in the black thin cloth who came in with the man and ran over.

Apparently this woman named Hooli has been taking care of Sadie until now.

"Oh, come on in."

"I'm from a comprehensive care facility. My name is Morado-Parviz. I've been contacted by this Hooli, and it depends on how he got to his feet."

"I didn't hear that. I mean, who is it? This guy."

"This is Mr. Hooli, who took care of you while you were madly oblivious, no dementia. The symptoms were mild at first, so I thought maybe the symptoms would stop as they were..."

"... oh well. You've put a lot of work into it. Don't worry, I'll take care of you from now on."

"No. Sadie told me before you had dementia that if anything happened to you, I would like you to take care of it at your facility."

"That kind of money. Eh. I mean, it's a comprehensive care facility, and I don't know what to say."

"We already have the money, and the mentors in this district should prove it. That's why we invite you to come to our facility, as Sadie hoped before."

"Money, huh? What the hell."

"- Mr. Sadie disposed of all his property and paid the facility, except for the money he needed for his immediate life. That was just about a year ago, and it was from that drought that the symptoms started to get worse."

That's what a woman named Hooli said, who was stroking Mr. Sadie's back and forgiving him.

That's why I didn't have a lot of baggage, just like the renter's house.

"... you're being unsolicited. It's okay for someone else in red to do that."

"No, in person"

Mollard corrects to an ad that insults and intimidates Hooli when she is a woman.

"Such evidence -"

"I have a set of paperwork and Mr. Sadie's signature, and a certificate of presence by a mentor in this district. Why don't you take a tour if you have any questions about the facility?

Certificate of personal consent and presence by a mentor who is the authority of Asham.

If we get this far aligned, there's no room for Ado to pinch his mouth either.

"Damn it, remember that shit"

After staring at everyone, starting with the collector, Ado left the house.

"So are you sure?

When Mollard grins and says that to the collectors, Livka confirms a few points.

Determining Livka seemed to have no problem, the collectors left Sadie's house behind.

"... So, what happened in the end?

A collector who walks with Livka in flames and looks like a fox.

If dementia had gotten worse since around the drought, it would be a story about who went to the Autonomous Communities with them.

"I have no idea. That was certainly Mr. Sadie, it should be. However, there seems to be no intention of deceiving the association or the collector because we have already deposited the fee and reward..."

The collector was concerned about one more thing.

"Do you understand the word dementia?

"Yeah, I asked earlier. He says that mad forgetfulness is a kind of disease in your head called dementia. It's not strange that you don't know because it seems to be the wisdom of a wise man."

It seems that a comprehensive sanatorium is also a facility made of sage livery.

"I'll go check on you later, but I'm glad Mr. Sadie was safely picked up at the facility. Besides, the request doesn't seem to be cancelled, thank you."

Spiritualism also has such facilities, but Ashamists were not targeted.

"Oh, yeah"

The collector and Livka went back to the association, talking about that.

"... Mr. Hooli, are you going?

"It's okay, because we're all good people. Because I'm coming to see how things are going. Never."

I've been taking care of Sadie ever since she got dementia. That's what Hooli said and looked around.

Nurses and caregivers at a comprehensive care facility in Berets are smiling at Sadie.

They were widows and orphans whose lives were no longer made up.

Built in the liver of the wise, this facility accepts unfamiliar dementia patients, among others, without distinction between spirituals and Ashamists.

Trauma is the most magical cure for life in this world, but disease is not the only way. As a result, there are not so many long-lived people in the race, and few old people have dementia. Unlike Japan, it has not become an aging society, which is why comprehensive care facilities could somehow be established.

Hooli waved to Sadie, leaving the comprehensive sanatorium behind.

"... somehow, it worked"

Returning to one of the rooms of a qualitative four-story building, Hooli took off his black thin cloth and solved the 'transformation'.

Yes, Hooli was Akira Sinjo.

It was unexpected that an association official named Livka visited Sadie's house the other day when Akira was just out shopping. I can't even tell you my plans went crazy because of the burglar skeleton.

Because of that, he brought the plan forward, contacted Sadie's relatives, handed them guidance in front of him so they wouldn't make a scene with the kidnapping, and moved to the facility.

Though Sadie's wish has been achieved eighty percent, it was true that he wanted to see it through to the end.

Shinzhuang Jing.

It was a coincidence that Akira Sinjo, in this world, met Sadie.

Though concealing his own protection made him important from the album, that led him to invite men who wanted extra brave authority, blood muscles, so that he could escape and give himself up to Thor.

It was convenient, and when I was safe, my grandmother in Japan became worried.

Not that it was serious, but Akira, who was a grandmother, couldn't help but worry about it, in a state where it wasn't strange when she died anymore.

I went to visit you after school every day, and my grandmother always seemed happy for me. Sometimes I even forgot about Akira from time to time due to mild dementia, but still loved Grandma.

My situation, about my grandmother.

When the more I thought about it, the more I was caged in the room, Tor recommended me to change my mood, and the more sightseeing I was going to Nazarea. I felt like I wanted to see the desert a little bit.

It was Sadie we met there.

Sadie called out to me when I was staring into the desert from the high ground.

"It's not safe for a girl to walk outside without her hair curled and cloth on, is it?

I was gently embarrassed that way.

It's spirituals who wrap their hair around it, Ashams who wear black thin cloths, and there are a few other religions besides that, but they rarely walk barefaced. You should have either given your safety.

I knew, but I forgot. It was almost like coming this far in the sky above.

Tears came up unexpectedly.

The ladylike Sadie and her grandmother didn't look alike, but the first old woman I met in a land called The Other World and so on reminded me of my grandmother when she was fine and I was so impressed.

"Oh, hey, what's up?

Sadie didn't say anything. He rubbed my back for a while.

Then Akira began to immerse herself in Sadie.

Sadie, who had already cut off her husband and relatives from the rest of the world, adored Akira like a grandson.

About Lesiharm, about Caigbad, about Ashamism, about the city. When I was with Sadie, I could find out a lot, and it could also help Tor.

And that day a little after the drought.

"Please don't come here anymore"

Sadie told me that, and Akira was confused.

"I'm going to give myself up to a relative nearby. You're not an Ashamist, and you're in trouble."

It's a lie. He said he was cut off from his relatives.

But Sadie says nothing, and Akira is forced out.

Still, Akira couldn't give up and sneaked a peek inside the house.

"... if you get mad forgotten, you'll be a burden on that kid. That's all you have to do."

I was aware.

But I couldn't tell you.

If Sadie even forgets me, I don't know what to do.

"Speaking of remorse, is that a request? At least that much... I don't like it, talking to myself. That's why I forget so much."

- That's not true.

Akira jumped into the house.

"Well, I can't believe you're eavesdropping"

"I don't care about that. To me, Mr. Sadie is not a burden."

"… your daughter must not spend time caring for you"

"… then let's go to a comprehensive care facility"

Sadie puts her neck in the name of an institution she has never heard of.

"This facility was built by the wise man. Religion or race."

I was telling him that I wish Tor had an institution like this one day.

You can take care of Sadie if you have to, I even thought so. I know roughly how to care for my grandmother, who has been in home care for a while.

"You can't let me in there."

"... I'm a brave man. I never told you this before, but I know my sage Thor. So..."

……

Sadie looks surprised and Akira realizes her own rudeness with it.

But no remorse.

"I'm sorry. Shut up. But..."

Sadie smiled at Akira, looking like she was in trouble.

"This would also be God's ordained destiny. So how much does it cost to get into that facility?

"I don't..."

"- No, you can't. If you are a brave man or a wise man, let alone a public or private confusion....... but it is also true that it is not a big deal such as what you can pay me...... yes, let's do this. We will pay all property to that facility other than the immediate cost of living. Still may not be enough, but… let me count on you"

That's how Sadie's dementia progressed.

Food and water were limited due to drought. Even harsher climatic conditions strained Sadie's body. There are several reasons I can think of, but what accelerated the progression of dementia, which Akira didn't even know.

Only when did Sadie forget about Akira as well.

I didn't like Sadie telling me she forgot, and Akira disguised herself as a suitable woman named Hooli. It didn't matter how much Hooli could have forgotten.

And as he continued to take care of Sadie, the collector would receive the red lotus flying dragon thinning, which was Sadie's memorial, and Akira decided to transform into Sadie and accompany him to the request as a guarantor.

Bad for Thor, but one way or another, the zodiac's personality check was at last.

Soon Sadie's memorial came to light, but somehow it all subsided round.

I'm supposed to trick the collector, but I'll probably never see him again, and I want you to give me a break. I apologize as much as I want if I say to apologize, but I felt like I was more reluctant to see him in person, and I didn't reveal who he was.

Akira had been immersed in memories with Sadie for a while before reporting to Thor.

About that night I met Sadie with Livka.

The collector was lurking in the darkness with the snow and white.

He killed his breath all over the city near the association in Nazarea and kept waiting for Livka to come out of the association.

An assassin if you see someone you don't know, no, he's a complete stalker, but he had a proper purpose. Otherwise, we can't sneak snow and white into the city.

After a while, Livka came out the back door of the association.

Even though the days have not crossed, we have come home so late because of the heightened vigilance caused by the burglar skeleton, which has caused deviations on various dates and has eaten time to adjust to them.

The collector wrapped the darkness with just a little bit of dark elf magic that was unnoticed by the official constitution in charge of sensing, and walked out as usual. Snow White is hiding somewhere by killing the signs, and even the collectors don't know where they are.

After a while, in a lesser place, the collector notices those who followed Livka.

It was Ado, a relative of Sadie's, and his companions, as the collector expected.

I didn't think Ado, a highly respected Ashamist of male and female inferiority, would remain silent while a woman could interact with him. Even if there was a back shield called the association, we could do whatever it takes to get it out of the city. No matter how powerful Livka was to the extent of a lower hunter, it was impossible to deal with five men.

But the tails of the Ads are too crude to even notice the collectors following them in the same way.

Naturally there is some power to the lower hunters. Livka realizes it and walks faster naturally.

I wondered if the tailor was going to miss it, but I tried to use force.

Snow White blocked it.

The whole body of snow and white, which appeared before the raiders without sound, was somehow rocking gold.

The appearance floating in the dark night also seemed like a divine beast, which frightened the Adds in their hearts.

There is no such thing as a warcraft all over the city, and if it is, it is only God or Satan.

The ads who blued their faces quickly fled.

"... what is that?

The moody snow white turned red and yellow into a color that looked golden, depending on what you saw.

Speaking of things that come to mind, it would be the lifestone of the Red Lotus Fei Dragon.

If a person wears it and activates the life sperm barrier, it becomes slightly stronger against fire and lightning. It fades slightly at that time, but it also seems to have worked on snow and white.

"Calm down. And... it's over."

The Ads are gone.

What, that's it? and snow white that just gets pompous. At the same time, the golden sway disappeared.

Snow White with a collector leaving the scene.

In the light of the moonlight, some boring shadow was stretching.

Livka stared at it.

Livka and the lower hunter have some power.

I never looked back at my intentions, and there was a golden shaking snow white.

In other words, it is normal to have a collector near it.

"... you're a troubled man. And it's excessive."

A troubled man who brings snow and white all over a city like this.

What's more, the excess of bringing out snow and white to the extent of the city's chimps. It's like taking a dragon out to five Green Demons.

After watching the snow whites' backs for a while, Rivka turned back to the association.

Livka had no sweet personality enough to leave the rogues trying to get their hands on the officials alone.

"... so basically I think he's a good guy. Even if Mr. Sadie has dementia, he seems to be doing his job properly."

Akira, with her mind organized, was giving Tor a final report.

I have no problem with the collector. I'm just trying to live in this world.

I can't say wrong about behavioral correction, etc., but that shouldn't be seen as a problem because there are fewer such people.

"... Really?"

Thor looked at Akira somewhere sorry about Sadie, but was relieved that Akira seemed to be blowing out. Besides that, I have no complaints if I have no problems with the character and nature of the collector.

"Tor's gonna die if you don't get some rest, too, okay? If there's anything I can do to help, let me know."

There was even a sense of gloom somewhere in Tor. Just the original tender look, extra.

Akira leaving the room.

Thor stared at its back and felt somewhat more reliable.

"Well, will you clean it up"

There was a huge number of round-ups of reports on the purchase of rough crops.

The sun was already setting about how long had passed.

"... Lord, be a little vigilant"

- I trust you.

Thor said so, keeping his face to the desk.

Indeed, the elegant four-story building in Berets was secretly guarded by Tor's immediate troops.

"... it would be useless to say it again and again"

When it appeared, Shadowless Fang (Nabdil), a blackened intelligence agent who sighed in front of Thor and head of the intelligence unit, began reporting.

Due to the traffic regulations imposed by Gidion and his right arm, Lazarus, the hidden fields of Marna Cactus, which are raw materials for sugar, have almost been wiped out.

The harvest of the vandalism crops, which had promised to be bought up, began safely and, for now, the lives of the autonomous communities and secondary citizens also settled.

The alert of the infiltrating clan is harsh and hard to get close to the fateful information.

Not a very good report, but that was usual.

Unexpectedly, a cold breeze stroked Thor's cheek.

Then immediately, the shadowless fangs stand to cover the toil.

"The window should have been closed"

Thor had also already grabbed the cane he had placed by his side and set himself up.

"- You don't have to rush. Not willing to do harm."

Not a window, but a lukewarm bone appeared from the space behind the room.

"... Thief Skeleton"

shadowless fangs, and Thor is surprised that he was already intruded.

Ziva ignored such a reaction and released it to Thor's desk when she took a bunch of paper out of her pocket.

Shadowless fangs try to move, but Thor controls it to see how Ziva is doing.

"There is no trap on the paper. And as far as I know, it's true."

I noticed Ziva's true words. The shadow fangs grabbed the bundle of paper unconstructively.

A shadowless fang answers Tor's gaze as he asks.

"I think I can largely believe what Bone Race said in truth. Most importantly, you need to be careful because you may believe that you are truthful."

"Well, you still seem to be the survivor of the old Caigbird, who was in quite a position too"

Truth is the word you will need when negotiating with the Necromancer, a language you have never lied to. If you lie, you lose the pile up to then, you lose your power as a truth. Therefore, I could not lie.

If you're a bone race, you know it, naturally, but when other races do, that means you were in the right place.

……

Without dating Ziva's light mouth, Shadowless Fang passes the bundle of paper he was reading to Tor.

Thor glances at it all the time, but there was a small surprise in its face.

"... where did you get this?

It was a contract of sale for the 'Demon Sealed Cane'.

Currently Lesiharm, no Gidion, argues that there was no such thing as this contract of sale he exchanged with Marnova, and that Marnova, and hence Eurifranz, is the only one who has been disputed as being too inhumane from outside races such as elves, dwarves and beast races. Because they attenuate or halt their racial characteristics, they are not human resources to them, and because they recognize the bone race as one race, they are not allowed to take away their reproductive abilities.

But Gidion was penetrating the unknown.

It can also be said that the contract of sale has not been found. It should be on the Eurifranz side, but for some reason the Eurifranz side hasn't put it out.

"I borrowed it from Gidion's twist like a thief. Well, he wasn't there, but he did something nice.... I can't use it, but you guys could use it, right?

Shadowless fangs are on guard beside him, but Tor continues the conversation.

"Why, take this?

"You guys aren't on our side, but at least you're better than Gidion. How many compatriots will be saved just to get rid of it"

For Ziva, the Sauranic continent is home, naturally with collaborators and information networks. I had already grasped that a wise man named Thor was moving under the water against Gidion.

Therefore, Ziva decided that it was only a wise man who could work with Gidion from the front in this reciherm right now, and gave him the paperwork. Either way, this contract will lose its effectiveness if it is not used soon, so let me give it to the wise man.

"... but this is a name... is that right, I see. Thank you."

That's what Thor says and thanks Ziva.

"Bye -"

"- Hey, why don't we talk about it and go?

"It's time for his men to get ready. I'm sorry we got caught."

"- Shadowless fangs (nabdil), let me lower my men."

"... Ha. But let me just be on minimum alert."

As a shadowless fang, I'm not the one you really want to catch. Not even an ally, but not an enemy so far. If there was an order from the Lord, pulling could not have been a problem in itself.

Tor asks Ziva, as he confirms.

"It's a lame question, how could you commit an act of terrorism? Doesn't hatred just increase?

Ziva answers without looking particularly concerned.

Words are on the back. Tor's eyes had absolutely nothing to blame for Ziva.

"The hatred of the bone race has already swelled up. I'm just putting the unbalanced balance back on track. Besides, if we don't show strength, the people of the Mid Continent won't admit it."

"Everything is being negotiated from the Lesiharm side, but how can you kick it? It should have been a fairly favourable condition for the autonomous community side. You won't have the authority to negotiate, but you should be able to work."

"The negotiator who offered that favorable condition has already been demoted. Besides, even though I seem to have offered to withdraw from the colony, remove the walls, with the face that I gave in, that's natural. The land we colonized in the first place was a place that was publicly recognized as our autonomous community, and it was up to you to set up a wall. One stomachache, such as removing it graciously, would be said by the upper management of the Autonomous Region. I agree."

"So what about the autonomous community side? He is no longer in a negotiating seat with Lesiharm, plotting terrorism, or unjustly treating a bone race that was the same Caigbad people at the end of the quote. Some of them even go to slavery."

"I understand that Caigbad's system has collapsed and that hatred is geared towards the bone race that was the ruler. It is also true that the Sauranic culture that preceded Ashamism, or Ashamism, uses Ashamism as a good idea, and it is pervasive that it may be called a practice."

"Still fighting?

"There's a dark spot in every country, and it's not necessarily that the upper echelons are competent and selfless. With your country, wouldn't it? But that and the oppression of the bone race is a different matter. The first step is to return the lands of the Autonomous Communities laid down shortly after the end of the earlier war of aggression and to treat them reciprocally by acknowledging the bone race as one race. I know it's a dream story about me and Kaygbird rebuilding."

Reciharm and Caigbird, no bone race. Both had a say.

Just based on that, Ziva even says it's okay to distinguish after the war of aggression.

Thor agreed on that, but Lesiharm, no Gidion, neither is the upper echelon of the Autonomous Region. Both claimed the rights of the winner and the rights of the indigenous people to the fullest.

"... if there is peace, you cannot return to this land. Lesiharm's side, and the countries of the Mid continent, will also want to hold you back. Maybe that will even be a condition of peace. What do you do then?

"I'm not going back to this country. I understand there's no place to go back."

"... will be a sacrifice of peace," he said?

Cool laughing Ziva.

"I won't. It is not necessarily that the compatriots will not be oppressed again after that for surrendering. Palm returns are their usual means. As long as I live, I will be enemies of the Mid Continent and Lesiharm."

"What if that doesn't make peace?

"Until you decide you're not willing to make peace with them in the first place. Assuming you hold me back, will you absolve all those who have ever oppressed the bone race? I wouldn't. Then again, the bone race will only be oppressed."

"You think we're gonna keep terrorizing? Then even if there is peace, you are the one who asks. Even the inhabitants of Sauran turn to their enemies."

"That's fine then. Hide yourself somewhere when there is peace. It's just that if you repress the people of Caigbad again, I'll take revenge on you."

Ziva alone is not incapable of living even in the Sauranic desert, which is even said to be the end of the world.

"... then you won't be rewarded too much"

Thor lays his eyes down pitifully.

The means of terrorism are not permissible, but they are the only ones who do not know the means.

But even if there is peace, the Northern Powers will not tolerate the presence of Ziba, who has caused so many victims on the Mid Continent, nor will Lesiharm. Even though the bone race and the people of the old Caigbad have been reconciled because of it, we cannot continue to fight for the future perpetuation for Ziba alone.

As it is now, Ziva, who fought for the bone race, awaits only a ruthless future.

"- I'm a warrior. It is the role of the country to be the foundation and to continue to protect it."

Thor felt an unwavering belief from Ziva.

But there's not so much grief inside Ziva.

It's not like I don't have any allies at all.

Ziva didn't dare say that. It's annoying to say, and I wasn't willing to say it.

Thor exhaled small.

I was rubbing together how far Ziva was grasping and acting, and how far my information was correct, but it seemed more or less correct.

Now you can't even catch me because I'm a thief skeleton.

If you believe in the power Ziva wields and its beliefs, then the power Ziva will be the last fortress of the bone race. If Ziva were gone, the bone race would be more miserable in the future.

But I can't even support the table.

Thor was set to haunt his head that the challenges had increased again.

"- Really, then, at the end of the day... what about a brave man named Luge?

Thor casually said so.

This had the implication of confirming a percent suspicion that the collector might be involved with Ziva.

"- You're a dirty little villain. It was a shame to die...... oops sorry, you sure were home to the brave ones. Do you want to take revenge?

But Ziva said it without even changing her complexion, and even provoked her.

"That's spicy...... It's not enough to fight, and I'm not strong enough to fight you."

"... a pseudo to the point of discussing Gidion?

"No, it's true. Thank you for taking so long..."

Before Thor ran out, Ziva, who should have been there before, disappeared.

Apparently it was a phantom.

"Is it going to win?

The shadowless fangs I've always been vigilant shake my face carelessly.

"It would be difficult one-on-one.... where the hell was all that hand work lurking in Cagebird"

"Right. Well, you don't want to fight that guy till the end."

"I hope so."

"... we're getting together little by little. But we still don't have enough to get to the core."

"Yeah, I'll make sure you grab it."

"Nice to meet you."

Berets' night was already starting to whiten.