Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

Celebrating one hundred and one days of the Yellow Moon, tomorrow was already the Zhu Moon.

Although there are differences between regions, the Sauran continent peaks of heat around the middle of the Zhu Moon, from which it slowly descends. It is no exaggeration to say that it remains hot enough to be close to the desert, but on the western side of the harbour it sometimes dropped to near freezing point.

"- Looks like you got rid of the thugs yesterday, thank you"

He was a treasurer who was meant to have been sneaking around, but he seemed to have been held tight by Livka.

Somewhat awkward collector.

Though for a reason, I was already able to get my hips pulled off that I would be preached about letting snow and white all over the city, which is excessive force, but the words released from Livka's mouth were different.

"- Want to go to 'Sweet Festival (Matura)'?

"... MATORA?

When the collector inquired, Livka began to explain, as usual, without being foolish.

Just at this time in Spiritualism, a massive festival was to be held at the turn of the Yellow Moon and Zhu Moon. It was a celebration of the combined desire of spiritualists returning to the Sauranic continent to give thanks to the Spirit God for his sweet cactus, the Marnacactus, and to ensure that the Marnacactus harvest, which begins in the middle of the Zhu Moon, is successfully concluded.

It was originally thought that the change of the colour of the moon from yellow to pearl was due to the change of the Spirit guarding the Spiritualist from earthly sperm to fire sperm, and that only the ceremony of thanking the leaving earthly sperm and welcoming the coming fire sperm had taken place in secrecy, but that the sweet festivities had become stacked there at the same time.

Spiritual rituals are strictly held on this day in the synagogue and elsewhere, but outside the synagogue, spiritual merchants gathered for this day open an open-air city. Many are off work by Spiritual decree, but merchants and some were also allowed to take a half-day off on the day or take other days off.

As for Livka, I guided a collector who was not familiar with this country, and I thought that was when I thanked him the other day. It is a subtraction that has put snow and white into the city, but it is true that it has been helped. There were just a few other reasons, but it doesn't make any deep sense.

Of course, there was no reason to say no to the collector, and he agreed to accompany him.

"... why are you here?"

I went home once, persuaded Snow White and Azrona, and stumbled upon the wind that Rachel didn't like the collector who was forced to make a souvenir promise and came back to the association.

"You're determined because Livka invited you. What about you?"

"It was yesterday today, so be careful. You promised."

The Ads, Sadie's relatives, who were about to raid Livka, received strict attention from the country through the association. I stayed in the sense of a fine and a year of service and a ban on approaching Livka because it was an attempt, but if anything happens next, I'm supposed to be punished just to find that I approached Felony and even Livka.

Because of that, Raquel apparently bought Livka's caution stick and left.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting. I'm sorry Raquel took the trouble."

Livka, who doesn't look particularly concerned about Lakel being there. There's no reason why it's a date, it's only natural because we're really willing to celebrate the festivities.

The collector also knows Livka's character. Even if I was willing to have fun watching Livka's private life, there was nothing to expect.

A woman who simply enjoys the festival simply wanted to see it.

Rachel glanced at Livka as usual and gave up.

"But you... couldn't you handle it a little more?

I don't like the obvious wasting man, the collector, and Livka sticking together, but when it comes to going out with a guy, I look like Raquel is stuck on Livka, who doesn't wear one of his makeup, one of his ornaments.

"Excessive decoration is not necessary because the original purpose is to go to worship"

That's what I say with my extremely serious face, so Rachel can't say anything more. No, I don't want it to be hard to catch on to a man, but this makes a good man late without catching on.

But Rachel didn't deserve to say that. Because he's older than Livka and he's single.

A little before sunset when the sky stained the colour of Akane. There is still burning heat in the day, but after a while it will subside as well.

Three people were walking together at such a time.

Livka looks like a plain city girl, and Rachel wears a simple set of hunter gear because she is her escort. Naturally, no other clothes. The keeper also remains a hunter. The shield and hammer have been left at home, but I had brought a cat jab and a boomerang sword, plus a magic book.

"First, I'm going to the synagogue."

"... can I go? Well, it doesn't matter if it's not extreme worship..."

The collector is not a spiritualist, but he thought he could go out with Asham if he was anything other than a method of worship close to the dungeons they perform. That the dungeon at the level of rubbing your head to the ground against a stranger God is psychologically resistant, but you just have to sit back where you made it and think it's like a New Year's greeting if you're to the extent of holding hands and lowering your head.

I had that idea because I was in a religious country.

"... you don't have to fit me in. I'm sorry it won't take that long, but wait outside the synagogue."

Exactly. No heathen can enter the synagogue. Livka didn't say that directly, but so do the collectors.

But even as a collector, you don't have to bother with that.

I was thinking about buying the Snow Whites souvenirs at the outdoor market and waiting.

The synagogue was starting to stain at sunset.

The rigorous stone buildings were Mid-Continental in style, but there are stone arches with stained glass embellished circular windows and elaborate decorations everywhere. The circle says the Spirit, and the arch indicates its passage.

The collector dropped off the two of them walking in there, looked at its harsh appearance for a while, then turned back on the road and headed to the outdoor market.

"... oh"

Suddenly moved, the collector was roaring unknowingly.

In front of me there was an outdoor city that could be described as a desert bazaar as once imagined by the collectors.

On both ends of the thick road that leads from the synagogue is a thorough line of buildings made of dirt and stone, but countless merchants at the end of the house sell a variety of things from food to crap.

There was a whole meat of warcraft hanging like none I'd ever seen, lots of spices piled high in the udder, and suspicious tools arranged unwrought.

Take a little peek off the road and you'll see more suspicious shops and Tsuji fortune tellers.

In addition to the men with long hair wrapped together in silver rings, people who walk with pleasure at it, there are also women who wear long hair wrapped around their heads and dressed with various decorative strings and ornaments. It doesn't mean I'll never wear it because it's worship-oriented, like Livka said.

The collector finally felt like he was in the desert he had imagined.

But I can't even just enjoy watching the Bazaar mess.

I have to buy the Snow Whites souvenirs.

The collector toured the open-air city sneaking into the food backpack to buy in spices and meat.

Then, just after entering an alley, I find a suspicious tool shop.

"... What's this?

There were also many things that were difficult to describe, such as a spouse with four arms, a knife with a missing rusty blade, glasses with broken glass, bracelets, collars, nose rings, etc.

The collector asked the somewhat suspicious shopkeeper what this was.

"... crap found in wandering ruins and old buildings or something. However, since I don't know anything so far, it's just crap, and I don't know what will happen later. Actually, it was a rare piece of magic... not rarely."

That's what Grandpa, in his miserable robe, said in far-fetched rhetoric.

Wandering ruins are ruins that appear suddenly, unlike normal ruins, and disappear after a certain period of time. The Sauran Desert was home to many of these wandering ruins and was also one of the reasons why the northern powers sought this continent.

"Heh..."

I didn't like shopping in these stores because there was no price or anything like that, but I don't hate tool stores like this if I just watch them.

The collector stared at the suspicious crap for a while.

"... What are you doing?

It was Rachel's voice.

"Hmm? Oh, sorry. Are we done yet?

The collector cuts his gaze from the crap and joins Raquel and Livka.

"Yes, I'm sorry to keep you waiting"

"I was buying a Snow White souvenir or something, so that's fine, but are you planning on going somewhere else?

"No, all I have to do is tour the outdoor...... what?

He looked seriously at Livka with the kind of eyes that the zodiac sees even in rare things.

"No, it's fresh when words come out of your mouth."

Raquel laughs at the words and looks like Livka doesn't seem funny.

"I'll go around the open shop, too."

That's what I say, I go back to the alley a lot, to the thick road lined up in the dewstore.

The collector and Rachel rushed after it.

Then I got in a good mood right away, Livka. I'm not very angry in the first place. I know they think I'm a serious person around me, and I still appreciate the two of you making fun of me. But being irresistible was just pretending to be angry because I was handicapped.

After that, the three toured the festivities while Livka and Rachel controlled the keepers fluttering over there.

There were a lot of things at the snack bar where Livka luxuried the collector as a thank you the other day, when he preached about putting snow and white in the city and the collector was making his face attract to unexpected things, viewing the paintings of poor painters that the collector had lined up in the outdoor shop, and Rachel finding a magic pocket in a suspicious tool store, but Rachel told the collector off in front of a certain store.

- What do you say? I'm guessing you don't even like this, huh?

With a provocative grin on his shoulder, the Zao shrugged.

"... don't bark at me, okay?

"Ha, here's the line."

The two line up on the white line. I looked at it like Livka was stunned.

"- There you are. One hundred sequels at a time. Aids with canes and bows are prohibited. If you defeat the target with as much dirt magic as nuts from your fingertips without using anything, the prize will be yours."

It was a shooting field for spiritual magic. It's expensive to have the same amount as an inn meal per meal, but if you hit it the smallest way, you'll get disposable personal magic equipment and meat with as much as one pig, so naturally.

"One shot."

"... you don't bet on anything?

"Ha, if you do that, you're gonna get away with it, right?

They know a lot about the collectors.

"Atashi will do it first. I'm sure you're new here."

Rachel's main position is the magic archer of the rear guard. Though there are no bows or canes, spiritual magic belongs to your hands, and since you were a little girl, if it was a festival, you had a target.

The colors and sizes are lined about three meters away, and at first glance it is a shooting field on the edge.

It's not that difficult at this distance, that's what both the collectors and Rachel stomped on -.

From Rachel's fingertips, a lump of dirt that cuts off the wind all the time.

Ruthlessly, however, the dirt mass bent slightly and removed the smallest black target, hitting the biggest blue one.

"Become"

"Congratulations"

Raquel is receiving a prize crap from his father with a surprised face, but the collector slowly sets his aim.

Targeting is the second biggest red.

The prize is negative for a single skewer on the side stall, but you can beat the battle. Sequoi, as usual. That was the way the collector did it.

And release.

But there's room for Rachel's face to see it.

And so that Rachel's predictions could be met, the mass of soil unleashed by the treasurer unnaturally bent large and detached the target.

"... hey"

The collector stares at the shopkeeper, but the shopkeeper looks cool.

"I'm not doing anything, am I? Didn't you happen to be mixed up in the spirits' loathsome soil?

This whole shooting field almost drove all the spiritual magic a little crazy.

It can be considered state-of-the-art technology in a way, or old technology. It was the old wisdom of spiritualists who had been flowing through the Mid continent for a long time, and many had not had enough research results to be officially published. So I gathered only superstition and wisdom and packed it into this shooting range.

"I can't even blame the shooting range on the hunter's wind. Well, my win is my win."

I said that to you at fifty hundred steps. Rachel knew, of course. So I should have been able to read how to jam him, but he didn't know there was a trick.

"... Shit"

Such is the aim of the festival whale.

The target is heavy enough not to fall. I can't do a prize because I defeat it badly. That's the right thing to do, so I'm not giving up.

"... then so am I."

Livka laid her finger in a humble breeze and let it go lightly.

A small chunk that flies long after tomorrow draws a steep arc and brilliantly defeats the smallest black target.

Instead of the father of the shooting range, the collector and Rachel also opened their eyes wide. The guests of the festival, who were watching the games around them, are also stunned.

"You're my winner. … then the meat."

Livka had a serious face and stumbled on meat that was as good as a pig.

"... an ancient tree where drunken stones and spirits are said to fall asleep, said to induce spiritual pranks only a little, and then Rachel didn't notice is the scent where spirits are said to see hallucinations, right? Well, I don't even know if the Spirit feels the scent, and the literature is pretty old in the first place, so it's the only way."

Father of the shooting range as impressed by the livka who wants to get meat. The Lesiharms had many things they liked to study and seemed impressed with Livka, who was young but studied well.

……

……

Together, it was the repentant Rachel and the Caveman who became the losers.

He lost to Rivka, an association employee who was also not a combatant.

It is a shocking event for the two of them, who had little pride in being guards.

"This is the power of learning. Rachel's too tight."

"Ugh..."

Knowledge and money do not betray. Thus serious spiritualists studied every day, but Rachel was skipping on the pretext of hunter operation.

Raquel regrettably tries to catch the prize crap, the glass-like thing in the shooter's father. It is a complete loss of magic fixture functionality and irreparable repair. I can't help but have it.

But the collector stopped it.

"What do you do with that stuff?

'Cause if I mess with you a little bit, I think I can use it.'

"... is it bad for your eyes too?

"No. Half the prank."

Blame Rachel for being a troubled guy for the words of the collector.

"... don't mess with the hunting beast too much, do you?

The collector finally laughed at it and didn't answer it.

When the sun went down and it was cold, the collectors were visiting the collectors' house after the festival.

It meant that Livka and Lakel wanted to thank the collectors for borrowing and give the snow whites a festive souvenir.

Livka's idea, but if you look at that snow white, there's no denying Raquel either. As a hunter, he is a warcraft you never want to be hostile to, and he is the one who has no harm in staying in the mood. As a hunter, I was interested in snow and white for one reason.

Livka bought the prize meat, and Raquel bought the booze at the dewstore.

When I opened the door, Snow White, relieved of the depressing heat and in a better mood, sat right near the door waiting for me to be outside.

Two people, other than the collector, harden in surprise at that appearance.

In the dim room, the whole body of the snow and white was stained with swinging golden colour, and both eyes glowed in a strong, grey gold colour.

Motivation is sufficient, etc.

But when the bearer of those eyes let his nose snap, he immediately gave way and solved the battle posture.

Apparently, they wore my sister's glasses.

Snow White welcomes the two of them by entangling their tails.

"Thank you for the other day"

It was the collector's responsibility to put him in the city. I thought it was the generosity of Snow White that escorted me for myself, and Livka thanked me.

Never mind. You just have to give me the meat, and that's what I said. Snow White welcomes Livka.

On the other hand, Rachel still doesn't seem to get used to it. My whole body is nervous and stiffened because I can feel the difference in my strength on my skin.

Livka was accustomed to the extent of secretly enjoying the fluffiness of Snow White's tail, but Rachel walked into the house with her face drawn.

A pompous leftover treasurer.

Snow White pointed only at the neck to the collector and roared one just to tell him to burn the meat quickly.

The keeper is only a little annoyed.

One day I'd replace that long tail with a lead, lighting the unmistakable evil in my chest, but I went into the house with sogginess and started preparing to bake meat.

While the collector baked the meat, the two women were playing with Azlona, wondering what they were doing.

It wasn't that the two of them couldn't cook or anything, it was simply that the house of the collector had no cookware at all and that many of the souvenirs the collector had bought did not require cooking.

"Excuse me."

Livka with more than a handful of Azlonas on her knees on the table and carrying food in her mouth. From the side, Rachel is also offering a sausage that was surprisingly baked. Whenever Azrona eats with Pakun, she sees something that surprises her all the time, apparently the type who doesn't like flying dragons, which are common in the Lesiharms.

To Livka, who apologizes for not being able to help cook, the collector who was cooking in the simultaneous exercise of spiritual magic flickers his hands.

"I just bake it anyway. Play with Azrona."

That's what the collector says, but Snow White peppers.

It's not just baking. The surface is stuffy and fragrant, and the blood drips inside. That's what matters, and it's gourmet.

The collector had not risked his life on the dish that far and messed with his broken glasses while waiting for the meat to cook.

"... Snow White, Coco, cut me in half"

After relying only on it when it was convenient, and Snow White increasingly peppered with his tail, his front leg nails cut off his glasses as the collector said. That's already brilliantly neat.

"... you don't need tools. I think I can work in some factory."

He said that he was sorry for working for the money he didn't even eat, and Snow White turned to his face and devoured one of the meat that the collector had on fire on his own.

When Snow White was a young boy, he listens to the stories of the world of the treasurers in his bedtime stories. Sometimes it was available for combat, but I didn't understand anything about the factory contingent labor that the collectors told me about. I thought if you were going to do that, you should have even been hunting outside.

"... hey, I could"

The collector offered his glasses to Livka.

"What? To me, is it? Your eyes aren't bad."

Livka, who was also pinching her souvenir as she tickled Azrona's hyena, makes her eyes black and white.

"This lens is just glass.... maybe it was magic originally."

"... I know that, but you don't have bad eyes but you don't wear glasses, do you?

"Decorative glasses."

I wear glasses even though I don't have bad eyes.

It's a luxury in this world where glasses are still expensive, and few drunkards do that.

"What are you going to do?

Rachel enters between wary that the collector and Livka stick together.

The slight lumbar pull was due to the pinching of Azlona between them. If it's a flying dragon as a prey, it's just a matter of fighting, but if it's a hunting beast and a person sticks around, I don't know what to do, and I felt sorry for him like this.

"You said that too, didn't you? Put some more on."

"... that's right, but why you?"

"It's simply because I want to draw. I have glasses right here. Then you'll have to give it to me, won't you?

Both Rachel and Livka looked embarrassed by the words of the magnificent collector.

"No, no, no. Such a filthy painting."

"I'm a little bit of a..."

"... I know. It's a normal painting."

Then the two stared at the collector with eyes that seemed to see some strange creature.

"... you want to eat something bad?

"Is there something you're worried about? There's nothing I can't talk to you about, is there?

"... make it clear if you can't draw it or not."

When the collector said so to the two less reactions, they looked at each other and laughed bitterly.

"Just call me."

Livka never intended, received it and put it on her nose. It is not the common ear glasses in Japan, but the type that hangs on the nose that is common in this world.

Livka with red edged glasses, cut the oval lens in half.

Reminds me of a female teacher or a tutor at any rate.

"... you can imagine"

"... what did you imagine"

"No, he said you look like a teacher"

Rachel correlated with the words of the collector.

"There aren't many female teachers... but I do feel like this"

To the assessment of the uncertain collectors, Rivka lowered Azlona to the water bottle and stared at herself pictured on its surface.

"... somehow, I know what you're trying to say"

I don't blame you. It is like that.

When it was just out of courtesy to push back on a gift from a person, Livka received red nasal half-circle glasses but did not wear them.

Nothing. That doesn't make the collector angry.

"... don't look at me with such a sorry face"

There are hardly any glasses women or anything in this world. As a collector, I was not sorry.

"No. This guy is a pervert after all. Look, I'm going home, I don't know what I'm going to do."

I pulled Livka's hand in the face that Rachel was heartbroken.

Livka also realized that the day was not crossing, but it was a good time to say it was near midnight. It's hard to say how long an unmarried woman is like being in a single man's house, though they both are.

"See you later"

That's what I said and the two of them left.

The collector made a huge stretch as he dropped it off, trying to get back inside the house.

But the snowy tail stops it.

I'm going outside.

The black and white Warcraft, who ate and drank meat and booze, seems to want to exercise after meals.

Azlona, who licked the snow white liquor by the way, is already sleeping in a good mood, but she can't even leave it.

The collector carried Azlona with a sigh and headed outside the city.

Then a few days later, the Zao entered the Autonomous Community again.

Sadie is no longer there as guarantor, but this time only, so I asked Sophilis, the lady chief of the moon goddess's entourage, and the second-class citizen's entourage to be guarantors.

I wish I had asked my moon goddess entourage from the beginning, but if I didn't even know that my moon goddess entourage was in this autonomous community in the first place, that would be an impossible story because I would have been on guard in relation to Agatha and Dawi.

When I told Sophilis, Gwendolyn, and her entourage about Sadie who had dementia, they all tilted their necks uniformly and looked like they were stuck in a fox, just like the possessor.

"... I'm not sure, but that would happen"

"Right. Let's go see you next time. Ugh. Mr. Sadie, do you remember me?

Whatever the obvious reaction, cities, such as events beyond the realm of knowledge, have to be peripheral anyway. Basically, the Moon Goddess entourages, who are often on the sidelines, didn't care so much.

The Red Lotus Flying Dragon hunt itself ended without delay.

Of course Snow White is. Hunting Red Lotus Fei Long without taking retaliatory action was as difficult as that.

On that return, I went to Sophilis to thank him for being my guarantor, and received leather armor and so on from Bamdad and the craftsmen made from Red Lotus Feilong. In total, he has hunted five heads, but not so many leathers because of Bamdad and Gwendolyn, as well as thanks for being his guarantor.

Still, it was about enough to repair the belly armor of Azlona and the leather armor of Farsha, as well as the leather armor of the collector.

With the Red Lotus Fei Dragon hunting and waiting to be repaired, it can be said that this entry into the Autonomous Region has become a long time.

Azlona was just having fun.

On top of the fact that the ground was not hot thanks to the armor covering his stomach, the wheels on the belly armor had dramatically improved the speed of travel.

Kick the ground with a wing-arm nail and move the wheel with its recoil.

Every kick on the ground increases the speed.

It is as fast as it was when it was thrown at the tail of a snow white.

Azlona kicked the ground obsessively, but...

- Giube.

It is not flat though wilderness.

Azlona strikes her face brilliantly with a wheel on the rock.

I wake up with tears in my eyes, but soon I ran again.

I felt like I was running around the earth like my favorite snow and white. I don't deserve to cry, Azrona thought so.

Gwendolyn, who was in charge of how the wheels worked with the craftsmen who worked with the snow, the collectors and the armor, was staring at that.

"Pretty good.... I'd also like to use it for hunters with lost legs or something, but it's expensive."

The collector had it made in exchange for red lotus flying dragon material, but it was the current state of the world that it was quite an expensive substitute for ordinary people if it were also a wheelchair for people to use.

The collector continued to listen to Gwendolyn's silly things as he vaguely struck correlation.

It was during the fifteenth day of the Zhu Moon that the Zodiac returned to Nazarea, the city at the eastern end.

"... Really? More importantly, you're safe."

Back to the association, Livka's face doesn't float.

With a little regret that Livka was not wearing decorative glasses, the collector twisted his neck inside to such Livka, and the change in the state of the association.

Since I joined this association, the whole association has been on purpose somewhere and I was in a hurry.

But no matter how much you think about it, you don't know why, and the collector goes through the process of completing the request and receives the embedded ring of a gem, precisely a black and shining gem, which is the reward for Sadie's request.

Dark black diamond with no many cutting surfaces but it was a very beautiful one.

"Translating Asham into Lesiham is called Black Wisdom, but as its name suggests, it honors black colors. The black thin cloth that Ashami women wear also seems to come from around it, and its gems are very rare among them. The mold is a little old, what will you do about re-cutting it? Lesi Harm is highly skilled in that aspect."

"No, you can stay like this"

The collector put a ring on the chain with the hunter tag on his neck and put it on his neck again. Now that I've managed to save my fare, I'm not willing to change shape or sell it.

I also feel somewhat transformed into a fox, but this way of being transformed was not uncomfortable.

I intend to have it in my memory for a while.

Seeing such a collector, Livka loosened her expression only slightly by saying yes.

But soon your face will be tightened. I looked more serious than usual, the usual raw.

"So now that Mr. Sadie's request is complete. Originally more than four stars, that's also a request for party units, so I think it would be highly rated...... it might not matter to Mr. Klund.... Ask for something else today?

"No, you don't."

"Really? See you next time."

"... Something wrong?

An atmosphere of a somewhat hasty association. Seeing the look on Livka's face, which was stronger than usual, the collector asked what he had always cared about.

Livka seemed worried about whether she should speak to the collector, but said a while later.

"… reports came in that the example of the High Warcraft Crusade had failed and that the 'Sword of the Spirit', which had been requested by the State, had been destroyed"

It is a request that one day the collector was invited by Laro.

"The Sword of the Spirit" is a clan of fingers, even in Lesiharm, a prestige that has been granted free access to all the autonomous communities present in Lesiharm, with a thick credibility from the government.

"... well. Was Laro in?

It was a request that Rallo invited me to one day.

"No. Looks like the collector declined to join when he was turned down. It's just... Mr. Farsha's not back."

To Livka's words, which he hesitated to say, the Zao doubted his ears.

"Why him? No, you're not in the clan in the first place."

"Seems to have participated as a luggage holder that was recruited by the general public"

Luggage carrying not only carries material from crusaded warcraft, but also provides backward support such as setting up a camp.

"... couldn't you stop it?

The voice of a collector who pushed something to death.

"To be precise, it's not in my charge. I didn't have the right to do anything about his request, as I was just consulted by Beretz's officials to see if there was a leader. It wasn't until he became a non-returnee that he found out he had received the request."

There is naturally an unconscious sense of discrimination when it comes to association officials who ostensibly prohibit discrimination.

I don't really care what happens to low-ranked, converted tooth tiger boys. Make them take whatever requests they want, and let them go on their own. As a business, that's not wrong, and it's hard to discriminate against it.

Livka made it tough because there was such a raw one. No one would complain about appropriately appreciating the right leader and allowing him to be independent where appropriate, but I didn't want Farsha to die, who had lost her father and was suddenly seeking strength.

"Was it?... Why did Farsha join us?

Though luggage carrying, why did you take part in such a crusade of high-ranking warcraft and so on in the first place? He should have known about the existence of a high-ranking warcraft called Snow White, and the collector so much as didn't want to just pull it off. That's about all the collectors could teach, but that was just fine for Farsha, who was trying to get too far ahead.

"... I thought it was probably to avenge my father. His father has lost his life in the last crusade... so this was written in Niki's report that he managed to return safely..."

Livka prefaced so and began to speak of Farsha's end.

Farsha's party, as a luggage man, was waiting in the far rear of where the battle would take place.

I was not willing to risk the party by storming the dark clouds any more than I knew Farsha and a high-ranking warcraft called Snow White. I just wanted to do something. So I joined in with my luggage.

The Spirit Sword fully considered his last crusade record and also made enough field research. It was ready, and many high-ranking hunters participated, starting with the dedicated hunters of Lesiharm. Even from Farsha, who knows the snow white, this crusade was what made him think he would succeed.

The battle spanned three days and three nights.

But finally, the front collapses. The retreat began in haste.

The place where the Farshas are is far behind, not the kind of place that would be a battlefield in the first place. Lost contact was delivered rather late, but it was still hardly a place to worry, etc.

Farsha and the others withdrew, without seeing the High Warcraft, and that was supposed to end.

But the High Warcraft was unexpected, fast, and obsessive.

Following an escaping hunter, the red serpent of the high warcraft showed himself before the Farshas.

"The Red Moon Long Snake (Ahmahaba)", a high-ranking warcraft that has existed since the days of Caigbird, and from the former Caigbird people was such a symbol of awe that it gave its name when scolding children who play pranks.

Therefore, just seeing that appearance, the Farshas were unable to move as if they had been shot off.

No, only Farsha, accustomed to the pressure of snow and white, managed to move.

Farsha instantly got ready and screamed.

- Hey, I'll buy you some time.

If we don't stand up here, we'll be wiped out.

"Well, silly Farsha, where you left off -"

Hunters who could move suddenly slipped away, leaving only low-ranking hunters, or luggage holders, who could not move.

"- I know that. Leader's orders."

That's how he shouted, and Farsha looked at the impending Red Moon Long Snake.

Hold one of the boomerang swords given to you by the collector with both hands and stand on your shoulders.

Then what happened, the Red Moon Long Snake stopped in front of Farsha.

He also seems to be asking me to come.

"It was my father's revenge..."

Farsha jumped out so that the chestnut in the fire could play.

Stand up, swing it down.

It is also similar to the full blow of the Collector. Naturally, it was stopped by the firm scales of the Red Moon Long Snake, and the Boomerangsword also broke and flew with that blow.

However, there was only a small amount of wax in the scales.

Niki and the others were unable to move either and were shaking their feet on the spot. I just had to stare at Farsha's hindsight.

I couldn't move if the Red Moon Long Snake swallowed Farsha at its present, or left with a gentle look behind.

Niki and the others could only stare at that unrealistic, unbelievable sight.

Released relief, anger and fear for the Red Moon Long Snake, and grief for Farsha.

Such emotions pushed me against Niki's heart like a sandstorm swallowing everything, and for a while, I was flabbergasted.

Niki was able to move out when she realized the feeling of tears communicating her cheeks. I felt it for a long time, but it was only a few minutes.

"... then Farsha is no longer"

"Life and death are still unknown..."

The two silenced.

Although Livka said life and death were unknown, she thought she was no longer alive, and so was the collector.

But apart from that, the collector was caught up in something. Something's uncomfortable, but I don't know what's uncomfortable.

"... I don't know because I've never been on a massive hunt, but are the luggage holders and the front lines jointly responsible?

For a moment, it was Livka who tried to inquire without knowing what rhetoric meant, but soon realizes what the collector wanted to say.

"Yes. When it comes to luggage, it's not like someone will protect you, and it's normal to protect yourself. … However, baggage carrying items collected from outside the clan may be abandoned when necessary. While that is not the right thing to do, you can't deny your desire to help the same clan of personnel as a priority either. I think Mr. Farsha knew that and took it..."

They are treated as hunters even though they carry luggage. I am not a customer. I am able to protect myself to the minimum and carry luggage on it. Therefore, the more dangerous the crusade baggage holds, the more rewarding it is.

Nevertheless, it is also common to be accompanied by apprenticeships of clans, etc., and the idea of safety is common in 90% of cases. It's not the same again when this is the Seeker, but it was in Hunter's case.

As the collector thought about Livka's story, he was noticing the identity of the discomfort one by one.

"... well. Let me know if you find anything. Oh, yeah."

Without saying anything extra, the collector placed Farsha's armor, made of red lotus flying dragon leather, on the counter.

Red and black leather armor.

"... the shape is old, but good armor. What's this?"

"I originally intended to do it to Farsha, but I can't think of using it anymore. Do it to the surviving Farsha party members."

Livka stared at the leather armor, and looked up at the collector.

But the collector had already turned his back. Somewhere lonely back was about to leave the association.

Livka couldn't even find the words to call and could only drop that back off.

The collector back home reported on Farsha, as well as a consultation with Snow White.

Then Snow White smiled belligerently and accepted.

When she looks at it, Azrona stares firmly at her leather armor.

- You're with Azrona.

When they made armor, they remembered that Farsha had said so and laughed, and they were sad.

Gently scratch the hyena so that the collector can comfort him.

Azrona rubbed her face against the hand of the collector, without even squealing.

That night, the collectors went out into the wilderness.

And when you get on Snow White's back and get to Berets at the highest speed, you break up with Snow White there once.

The collector built a dirt hut near Berets and kept waiting.

When the sun rose, Snow White did not return.

The collector and Azrona continue to bake meat and wait, without worrying or anything like this.

There was absolute confidence in Snow White.

And that night, Snow White came back.

Put the broken boomerang sword in its mouth.

He dyed his whole body red, his hair and skin peeled off by the way, his nails broken, but he didn't look sad, he even had a satisfied face.

"... too much"

When the collector received the broken boomerang sword and touched its body in an attempt to heal it, Snow White lay down without refusing, hitting the meat that had been cooked.

I usually heal on my own without annoying the collector's hand, but this time it was different.

Differences in body structure made the healing inefficient, but the wound healed instantly because of the snow and white strength, and the nails and white hair were replaced.

"So, how'd it go?

When he took all day and night to finish treating Snow White, the Zao heard.

- Guru.

When Snow White roars briefly at the back of his throat, he urges him to get on his back with his tail.

"... right"

The collector held Azrona and wore himself fully equipped to ride on Snow White's back.

Snow and white jump at once.

It was on the rocky ground south of Berets that we reached in about half a day.

- Gwow.

When you unload the collectors from their backs, the snow white growls.

Then the earth burst forth, without sound, in the sight of the keeper.

No. It's a snake.

A red serpent that seemed to be able to swallow three people together brought a sickle and stood in front of him.

Scales like ruby are sharp as a famous sword, and long fangs are red as if blood had solidified. Silver longitudinal eyes were so beautiful that they were unlikely to belong in the world, but there was a root fear that if they were stared at, they would never be able to move again. Even the Spirit seems frightened and has a dull reaction.

"... Xama is in trouble with her partner."

The collector is just amazed at the harsh voice that echoes directly into his brain.

And I was about to bend my knees to more temper and killing, and heavy pressure than a real snow white.

- Ugh.

"Understand, Lu. Damn, the lady is too short tempered Le '

Unexpectedly, the heavy pressure disappears.

The treasurer finally realizes that the tall warcraft is said to manipulate rarely, a tale.

If I can understand it, I can be calm. The collector exhaled loudly and managed to squeeze out his voice.

"... nice to meet you. The Collector,. This is Snow White, and Azlona is snapping on my back."

Azlona was completely frightened by the first threat. The collector is similar or close, but by the time I was in Salehad, Irida trained me with a genuine killing spirit, and after that, Snow White, and even the training ground I've been through, managed to keep the collector conscious.

'Huh. Na with a liver sitting around for the sake of being a handy partner. What, I don't care if you treat me like a lady.'

Says so carelessly, but smells belligerent in voice color.

"Give me a break. Five minutes, no, not five seconds."

There's snow and white. Negotiations have been concluded with Snow White.

That's why the collector was speaking plainly to the Warcraft. Otherwise I wouldn't have anything to do with such a monster.

"... I know all about you, Ka. It's a little boring, but it's okay. What can I do for you, Ga?

"A few things I'd like to ask you"

'... is my crusade good? The people of Lesiharm are taking a leap, aren't they?

'Cause I know who I am.

It was fogged with as much pressure as it had just been, such as only a few wars. I'm sorry about Farsha, but he was an opponent who didn't feel as if he could win.

"What I want to hear is about a hunter named Farsha of the Fang Tiger Clan"

To hear this, the collector asked Snow White to act as an intermediary with the Red Moon Serpent.

It was an arithmetic that the same high-altitude warcraft would also be able to communicate. If not, I also told him that I would not be willing to approach him if he seemed dangerous, but Snow White was happy to look for the Red Moon Long Snake and thus allow me to negotiate.

As usual, I couldn't thank Snow White enough.

Even as a snow white, it was nothing unpleasant.

Perhaps Farsha is dead. But Farsha went hunting herself, only dead. It was all Farsha's decision, and it was also reckless and foolish to challenge an unbeatable opponent.

Still, because he died to let his fellow herds escape, he is good for that child tiger.

So I wanted to know as much about that death as I did, and I was concerned about the existence of a high-ranking warcraft that has turned people back over and over again.

That's how I looked for him, and he was a better talker than some high-sleeping black fox.

So I got a little confused, but Grandpa decided to have fun.

It's been a long time since I've been able to get serious without any worries, and no, for the first time, it was an unwanted pleasure.

I can still be strong.

That way, we can protect Azlona.

I would never enlighten a collector about that, but Snow White was more than happy with it.

"... Hadana. People's Names and Other Know Nu '

"... Probably the last boy standing in front of you"

'Oh, then remember, Lu. He bravely stood before me with a face that still left him young, and with that blow he put his hands in my scales. Forgive me for that courage, my people missed it, but you made it home safely, Ca?

"Oh, I was safe. I want to know more about the situation then."

"Yes Ka.... there was just a boy named Farsha after he kicked and chased around those guys who had attacked me sleeping in the situation and everything. I '

"... I mean, if you were chasing a certain hunter, you got to Farsha, right?

"Yes da. Oh, I think so, Ta. He was a weirdo, Na. '

"Right. Thanks."

The discomfort finally formed a solid shape.

"Following the escaping hunter, the red serpent of the high warcraft showed himself before the Farshas"

Apparently this is Niki's testimony, but why should a front-line hunter escape to a luggage hold that was far behind him?

Assuming Niki and the others aren't lying, there are two possible reasons.

One is the result of a selfless obsession and escape.

And the other is' impersonation '. It means that the Farshas were hunted to escape the pursuit of the Red Moon Serpent.

It may be too much for us.

But I couldn't help but think so.

There is no evidence.

I can't help it because it doesn't prove anything like the testimony of the Red Moon Long Snake.

I grabbed one scale of truth.

But there, I hit the wall.

The collector thanked him and tried to leave.

"... that's really all I'm here to ask you, Na"

With nostalgia, the Red Moon Snake was zero. I was remembering the good old days when people and warcraft coexisted in the figure of the zodiac.

The collector stops.

"... hunted is a constant hunter. Farsha should have been ready for that, too.... but I don't want to miss Farsha at last."

The Red Moon Serpent is a high-ranking warcraft with the same or more intelligence as man. I'm just claiming my territory, and I'm not attacking the city.

It just existed there, and it was just a crusade many times, on the grounds that it was in the way of the life of the Lesiharms.

But there is no relationship between the warcraft and the hunter who attacked people other than hostility, let alone the opponent who ate Farsha. This is not a good idea.

"That man is the brave Da. I risked my own life, shouted that it was my father's enemy and put a blow in me. If you don't take it seriously, you're going to tarnish the pride of his people. Besides, the desire of the man was to protect his companions, but he did not beg for his life at all. If so, what can you do as the same warrior to respect it da '

Far from men, the High Warcraft has a high Warcraft ethic and pride.

And Farsha had that, of course.

So I can't have any more zodiacs pinching my mouth. You shouldn't.

The spirituality of Sauran's 'warrior', which is also found in Ziva.

The collector didn't hate it but rather even admired it, but now that was resentful.

I got the information. All we have to do is leave promptly.

Apparently Snow White was going to fight another battle, facing the Red Moon Long Snake.

We are opponents who can fight each other at will and with all our might. No, snow and white would still be weaker to be exact, but they are still the ones who can kill each other with all their might rather than people. We haven't killed each other yet, so I guess we can't help but have fun.

When the collector walked away, he signaled it. Snow White and Red Moon Long Snake started fighting.

Snow White's quest will not be inhibited by the Builder.

Assuming the collector dies, I'm in trouble. So if Snow White says not to fight, etc., Snow White will despise the Collector.

So the collector says nothing.

The Zao kept walking as he heard the snow whites fighting on his back.

I was guessing that the blow that broke the scales of the Red Moon Long Snake would be the blow of all the strength I taught.

No matter how many beast races, it may not have been readily available, but it could have meant that it suited Farsha's sexuality.

But I would have taught you how to escape more than that, but Farsha didn't.

In the first place, I should have also taught you to stay away from danger by choosing a request.

But what Farsha chose was to fight.

Father's revenge.

Since the collector helped him to avenge his past, he had also been avenged.

For the first time, I became a bystander just looking from the outside.

I felt strange.

I have the feeling of being unsolicited, and I have the feeling of being lonely. There is also a slight feeling that we did well, but the majority of it was a sense of loss. Similar to how I felt when I lost Estea. One more piece of puzzle that won't be buried forever.

Why didn't you say a word, I almost feel that way, but it's not hard to imagine Farsha couldn't have said that either if he had preached all those safety measures.

At the end of the day, Farsha went hunting of his own free will, and in return.

That's all it is.

So it is wrong to resent the Red Moon Serpent.

Of course there is anger, but if you follow it, it will no longer be legitimate retribution. Farsha and her father went to kill each other themselves. Besides, it's not even a job more than not getting a request.

No, I just didn't fight because I can't win.

Maybe they're just juxtaposing the rationale for giving up retribution that you can't beat something like that. Speaking of not feeling that way, that would be a lie, too.

The feeling was grand that way, but there was only one thing I didn't like about the collector.

He "impersonated" him, he is the hunter of "The Sword of the Spirit".

I'm not even sure if I impersonated him, but if he really impersonated him, that would be unacceptable. If we're going to fight together, we're not going to be cowardly. If we're going to scream, we're not going to be cowardly.

My own life was important. So I impersonated him.

I don't know, but there's no way anyone can convince me of that.

But the collector didn't know what to do.

A few days later, for the first time in a long time, the collector put his face on the association.

With a somewhat harsh face, and more pity than that.

Livka saw it and somehow felt like her chest could be tightened.

"... what have you done?

"No, did you have any new information about the crusade of examples?

"... 'The Sword of the Spirit' is half-baked. Half the executives and hunters have been killed or injured, and I wonder if it would be difficult for the moment to act as a clan."

"... right"

The collector heard it and left without a request.

I've been thinking about it how I can find out the truth and how I can make it public.

After that. During the hottest days with little work, Livka visited the house of the treasurer.

I was alone today, but I'm not too worried. I also knew that the collector would never extend to rape, and in fact, Rachel is watching from afar.

There's more to overprotection, but it's been a relationship since I lost my parents. Sisters are too much to say, but they're like a kind of rotten edge, and I don't know what that feels like. I'm not willing to do as much as Rachel, but Livka would do quite a bit of research too if Rachel had a man.

"... Oh, it's you"

That's all the collector said, and invited Livka inside.

It was the same collector's house as usual, but it was somewhat dark in the house.

In the basement of the house of the wise man in Berets was Thor Hagiri, and the figure of a shadowless fang.

"... they're all safe, aren't they?

Thor had to take part in the earlier Red Moon Long Snake Crusade, first of all concerned about the safety of the intelligence agents who were infiltrating the Spirit's sword.

"Yes, fortunately, I was safe. But thanks to its awkwardness, I was able to explore things."

The Spirit's sword was half-baked, and then the twist of processing created a gap that explored the relationship between the Spirit's sword and Gidion.

"It's careless. I hear there were a lot of deaths."

"I'm sorry. But now we can make it."

Thor had a sinking face, but exhaled small.

"Really? If not, I thought it was just about Marna Cactus, but it looks like something could be done."

In Thor's hand was held the deed of sale of the demon-sealed sceptre received from Ziva about the Thief Skeleton, as well as numerous documents searched for by the Shadowless Fangs.

"Now you can focus on crossing without worrying about hindsight"

Now we're all set.