Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

Livka was visiting the house of the treasurer.

It annoys me that my hair sticks together on my softly sweaty skin. I'm supposed to be used to this, and I don't usually scratch sweat or anything indoors in the first place. Things were so different today.

Across the table, in the chair across the street lay a collector, beside him a snow white, and on Livka's lap, Azlona sat down and stretched her neck to the table. This is completely in place, but it's not like I don't like it.

Every time I came to this house I was somehow fond of some swallowing, floating away atmosphere in a good way.

But there's no such thing as an atmosphere today.

The possessor at the front also seemed to think of something. It also overlaps the appearance of a terrorist hiding something slaughtered with swordswallowing in his chest. Livka has seen terrorists brought to the government constitution several times.

It's good to be here.

Livka thought so for some reason.

"... I asked because things were not right. Can I help you?

As an official of the association, Livka visited as the repository.

I thought so myself.

Marry and take that hunter into Reciharm. I'm not even aware of that, it should have been.

As to identify something, the collector stared at Livka.

"... does the association do internal audits or something about clans and hunters?

Livka answers the abrupt collector's question honestly.

"If you have an appeal and you have something to prove, you may also audit the clan"

"... even how big a clan that is, a high rank hunter?

Livka is confused. Why would a zodiac ask such a thing?

"… to be honest, the current situation is that auditing is not as functional as clans and hunters with social fame"

Although it can be said to the law in general, the farther from the city the more out of sight the government becomes. There was still a situation where the dead had no mouth.

More importantly, hunters are lacking in this country, especially high-ranking hunters. Sometimes the absence of the victim, or depending on his position, was overlooked.

"... well. Glad you answered honestly."

The look on the collector's face just loosened a little.

Assuming Farsha died as a result of "impersonation," I was thinking about how I could prove it, but not a single good idea came to mind.

Speaking of evidence, only the testimony of the Red Moon Long Snake, the subject of the crusade.

It is a circumstance that can be taken for granted. It was a grey zone, close to white. If, moreover, the audit is not functional, it is already good for the collector.

So the sawdust conveyed his thoughts, his delusions, to Livka.

The only physical evidence is a broken boomerang sword. The only testimony is the Yotai tale of the Red Moon Long Snake.

"I don't know..."

Livka was puzzled when she heard about the collector.

Oh, my God, it's hard to answer.

I mean, it's hard to say sin.

I also doubted my sanity when I went out of my way to the Red Moon Long Snake, which is a crusade, and I was surprised that that Red Moon Long Snake used the readings. No, I knew the Red Moon Long Snake had some means of negotiating with someone. I made the official announcement that the government would not make a deal with the Warcraft, and Livka, an association official, was just trying not to follow it, but to think that it could not be negotiated.

Once, in the days of Caigbird, the King of the Bone Race offered his life to the Red Moon Serpent, and in exchange, he coexisted with the Red Moon Serpent to some extent.

Lesiharm blames it for being barbaric, but in fact it was limited to felons who were offered sacrifices.

But therefore Lesiharm decided to crusade the Red Moon Serpent that he would not negotiate with the Warcraft in any way, and that he could not do the same as the savage Caigbird. Although there is not only one reason: economic reasons, efficient use of land, securing distribution routes, etc.

The same was true of the Lord of the Red Lotus Fei Dragon, who once crusaded with great sacrifice, something that should not have happened to spiritualists, such as negotiating with a giant red and black Fei Dragon, a red serpent, or a warcraft very similar to a warcraft that once told him that he was at the mercy of the Demon King.

"... I know. I just wanted to talk to you somehow. I just want a little information on the part of the association, and I don't need any more. All you have to do is tell me what you don't have a problem with leaking. I just need you to explore information that's not obvious."

You want to know if the association ignores' impersonation '.

And more importantly, as one who knew Farsha, I wanted him to know what Farsha looked like at his death. I wanted you to know another possibility of the fact that might have happened.

Livka interpreted the heart of the treasurer that way.

It is also the job of the officials in charge to share the troubles, and similarly, as a friend involved with a boy named Farsha, I know how the collector feels painfully.

... work?

... Friends?

So the question arose for Fujirivka.

Really, is it work? Is it a friend?

Will you get this far at work? Would I have done so before?

I'm starting to get confused.

For work, would you have believed such a euphemism?

Yes, Livka had believed it, too.

I don't know if it was intentional, accidental, or after a desperate escape, as the collector put it, but he said that 'impersonation' did take place.

I had believed the words of a man who was just a hunter of a stream. Even though there was Niki's testimony, to say that it is a terribly vague one of the parties.

Why, I believed it.

Livka knows she's not so pure. I'm not as clean as I am around. There can be no such thing as believing what the collector would say if it were meant to be.

Why did you believe it?

When I was lost in thought, I felt, uh, gaze.

Are you okay with Azlona, who hasn't been well since the beginning? But I look up at Livka, and Snow White also stares at me at some point.

Livka noticed there first.

He is a brilliant warcraft.

They firmly perceived the change in Livka's inner appearance as a change in his feelings for the treasurer. He didn't even seem to know what kind of change it was, but he seemed to be paying attention to whether it would make him hostile to the collector by doing so.

Livka finally fell to her heart.

Indeed, my feelings had changed compared to those of the beginning. Maybe that's what you invited to the festival.

Azlona and Snow White noticed that.

More than my own thoughts, I laughed internally at my bluntness, which was noticed in the reaction of the Warcraft, and realized that I had been poisoned with much more faith in the reaction of the Warcraft.

But that's what I never liked.

When I saw it, the hand of the collector on the table was gripped tightly.

Is it anger?

Is it anger at impersonation, anger at not even knowing the truth, or anger at yourself for not being able to do anything?

Livka unconsciously tried to lay her own hands on those hands and asked.

"... can't you forgive me?

"... oh"

Listening to the words of the collector, Livka's hand stops stretched out.

"... is that the person you impersonated? Or is it this country? Or is it spirituality?

The person you might have impersonated.

But an association that can't audit that, and hence the state.

And the doctrine of Spiritualism that does not attach the testimony of the Warcraft. Most of all, this can be described as a society of race in general.

Ever since the Collector came to this country, he should have seen more of the worse side than the better side of Lesiharm. I am sure that is not all Lesiham, of course, but that is because this is the motherland.

So Livka asked.

Aside from the original seriousness of the question, there was now one.

But the keeper didn't answer.

Perhaps all of that, given the character of the treasurer, is well understood.

Cleanliness, not so much.

There is both sloppiness and cowardice. I'm never diligent, and I can't go wrong with being clean and clean, etc.

But never do evil or injustice. That also led to rejection, isolation and stubbornness.

That resembled a spiritual adherent to doctrine by the time he was stubborn.

Strict spiritualists still do not want to cross into the invading nation of Lesiharm, but live on the Mid Continent without a fatherland. Persecuted or discriminated against, he keeps alive the covenant he has with God in his heart.

I would know about that if I had been with him for a season as the official in charge, and if I didn't know that, I wouldn't be the official in charge. But that's why...

Livka pulled in her stretched hand and held it tight.

Put Azrona aside sitting on her lap and stand up.

"... I'll look into it a little bit, too"

"You don't have to. Probably out of my hands. Just tell me if the association works that way."

There is no more body to penalise it than the audit is not functioning.

If so, there's nothing a collector can do.

Whether the opponent is big or small, the collector has no power to rely on. Who's connected to who, who's enemies with whom, who can be on your side. How can I know the truth?

One thing, the collector doesn't know.

"It's just unobstructed. Because I know what I can and can't do."

Livka wasn't willing to go deep either.

There are occasional, suspicious deaths between hunters. It is impossible, for example, to investigate all of them, and that was not Livka's job.

Perhaps as the collector imagines, this matter will be buried in darkness. Whether the impersonation is true or not.

And I can't help it in the hands of the collector, or Livka. That's what Hunters and receptionists can do, that's all they can do to share Farsha's death.

"The Sword of the Spirit" spawned the exclusive hunter of Lesiharm and is still the trusted clan of Lesiharm through its exclusive hunter.

An audit in such a grey zone situation is unlikely that Lesi Harm will punish them. It is all the more so because it has failed in its crusade and is half-baked.

Livka left the house of the treasurer as she toured her thoughts.

Sweat soaks in the shining sun and heat.

The sweat I was scratching before I entered the house of the zodiac was getting cold at some point and a new sweat was erupting.

Livka still wondered if she could somehow find out about The Sword of the Spirit, but she couldn't figure out one thing after examining the materials they received, such as the requests and constituents. We are still in a state of confusion with regard to the crusade of the Red Moon Long Serpent, and details are still unknown.

- What are you looking into?

Raquel called out to Livka like that.

If you think you've come out of the house of the treasurer without a thing, you look tougher than usual and immerse yourself in your work.

"... no. How's Mr. Niki doing better than that?

Raquel scratches his head like he's in trouble.

Niki is not in "Shochaner's Daughter Son" because she is working with a man's party member. If I had been in there, I wouldn't have let him head for the Red Moon Long Snake Crusade or anything, even though he had luggage.

Farsha, who wants to avenge his father, signed up as a luggage man by herself. Knowing that, Niki didn't want Farsha to die, even though she took into account Farsha's heart, who wanted to avenge her father. So I joined the party on the condition that the fight would never take place.

But Farsha is dead.

Farsha let Niki go that he couldn't let his people die for his selfishness, and Niki regretted that he should have stopped before that with Niki.

"... he seemed flabbergasted as soon as he got back, but he cried like he was on fire after seeing that Red Lotus Feilong armor you gave him.... Well, something's going to happen"

As soon as I got back, it was like a doll. I answer pale to what was asked, but I didn't take a meal, and I didn't cry or sleep.

"Really? Thank you, Mr. Klund."

"... Something warm?

I've known Livka a long time.

Rachel was uncomfortable with Livka, who was somewhere tough to answer.

"... nothing (...). Yes, what (...)"

The next day.

I told the collector who visited the association that Livka knew nothing.

Then the collector just says yes and tries to go home without even taking the request. I wasn't angry, and now I didn't feel like taking the request.

But just there, amazing information popped in.

Gidion's mansion was cut into rings and "The Sword of the Spirit" was dissolved. Senator Lazarus, Gidion's right-hand man, lost his leg.

But the uninformed collector suddenly stopped in a hurry to look at the staff and just did the right thing.

"- I'll look into it, just wait a minute"

Livka spoke that way to the collector who was about to leave, and went behind the association for a small run.

Not that I have a rush to run, the keeper sits down at the association's cafe trying to wait for Livka, but there appears Rachel.

"If Livka..."

"- Give me your face for a second. We need to talk about Livka."

That's what I said, pointing out the training ground behind the association with my jaw.

Not long before Gidion's mansion was cut into rings.

Thor was in a room in a building in Beretz, confronted by Gidion.

"Thank you for responding to my call."

"Whatever it takes to summon a wise man, I'll rush."

When Lazarus answered that, Gidion, sitting next to him, also nodded.

But Lazarus didn't know why he was called.

Traffic regulations, the construction of settlements and walls in the Autonomous Communities, the more indefinitely we count, the more protests we receive from Thor, but nothing hits and protests directly.

The same is true of Gidion.

The obstruction of the hidden fields, the raising of the brave, the wise man in front of him is already a dead body, should have been.

But what is this strange chest noise?

Gidion had felt an unnatural serenity from the wise man in front of him, like the night before his oppression of spiritualists began on the Mid Continent.

"... Do you know what this is?

Thor put a glass bottle with white powder on the table.

The two soon find out it's sugar.

"White sugar is extravagant."

Bright white sugar, which takes longer to refine, is even more luxurious than regular sugar. The volume of distribution itself was low due to the small number of buyers.

"Try licking it. Just the flavour, do you know where it comes from?

"Well, try us... ok"

Lazarus smiles invincibly, spooning the sugar from the bottle, putting it on his palm and licking it.

And I was confused.

Sweet. But it doesn't taste like sugar I'm used to eating.

Confused lassarus.

Gidion's disappointing glance of pity that he doesn't even know such a thing applauds in a hurry.

But I don't know.

"... man, are you still a chick"

Now Gidion licked the sugar.

At that moment, my eyes opened wide.

Still somehow, I asked Thor, feeling the unpleasant feeling getting bigger. I couldn't help it.

"... where did you get this? This is not Marna Cactus. Not from Anquar, of course."

Lazarus is stunned by the words.

"Oh, don't you see?

Thor scorches with a pungent face, although he builds a neighborhood in his eyes.

"Don't be mean to me"

"Hehe, right. It was made of this sauranium."

Lazarus rose up less vigorously of the shock.

"Where the hell is this stuff!

But in the fury of Lazarus, Thor does not break his cool face.

- Sit down.

To Gidion's cold voice, Lazarus leaned back reluctantly.

"- I don't know what the raw material for this is shallow for me, but how much is this available?

Gidion said away without a rush.

If you say what the problem is with this sugar, you get to the total quantity.

What is this? Where was it harvested and refined? There were a bunch of things I wanted to ask, but how much of this sugar was available was the biggest problem.

Sugar is currently soaring as a result of Anquar's massive Warcraft disaster. We can expect to make a lot of money in Marnacactus this semester, so we bought Thor and the moderate Marnacactus before the harvest.

Before selling Marna Cactus this quarter, which hasn't even begun to harvest, if this white sugar goes out in large quantities, its price will crash and it will be a huge loss. He may also push up from the golden lord because he was collecting gold from other sources for risk diffusion, and his influence may be diminished.

"- About half of the sugar that Reciharm currently produces, is it?

Gidion was stunned by the words.

"Do what's stupid. Where are you going to sell it in the first place? What about the ships carrying sugar?

But Lazarus laughed with his nose.

This is treason by the wise, but still sweet.

The sales channels and distribution are all Gidion's breath. Even if sugar could be prepared, if it could not be transported, it would be a troublemaker just piled up in a warehouse without someone to sell it to.

But Thor blew up Lazarus' room.

"Who do you think we are? There's a connection to the album on the lease and other northern strengths, and it's possible to carry as much as you want with shelter. Fortunately, the brave men will be here soon."

"So the album buys -"

"I'll buy it. You've been a little overpowered."

"- What are you going to do?

Lazarus realized that the wisdom of the man sitting here and in front of him was not just a hobby.

He said he was a powerful rebel, stripping away his hidden fangs.

"Sugar is the core industry of Lesiharm. The wise man is going to betray Lesiharm and run for money, and suffer the people of Lesiharm."

The sugar industry is not State-owned, but Gidion's breath is on it, and the state mostly specializes in it.

It was like that. If the price of Marna Cactus falls, its huge tax revenues will fall, as will the wages of workers. Naturally, it also affects the general public.

"You could have missed it if it was about a hidden field, but this is a clear treason"

"No. All this sugar profits belong to the country... but with the proviso that it belongs to the moderates"

"Become..."

Lazarus roared in remorse, but somehow lowered his back there.

Not from a sense of defeat. Thoughts shifted to how to take away the sources of funding for the moderates.

Thor spoke too much.

I can handle this as well. A little early, but we can minimize the loss if we hurry to harvest and generate it from now on. And if you're a country money, you can take as much as you want depending on what you do.

"... do this -"

"- Oh, and"

Blocking the words of Lazarus, Tor placed a bunch of paper on the table.

"... What's this?

"If you look through it, you'll see. Well, that's a transcript."

Lazarus, and Gidion, who was silent, took the bundle of paper and began to read it.

Then soon the hands of Lazarus, who holds the bundle of paper, tremble.

The paper bundle was a bunch of documents of evidence pointing to the contract of sale of the demon-sealed sceptre and its adhesion with the 'Sword of the Spirit'. Drunken Immortals in the Autonomous Communities, for example, that is, drug cultivation records and notes on their trafficking. Records showing inside contact with terrorists in the Autonomous Communities.

If this becomes public, it will be condemned externally by foreign countries and a felony domestically.

"Give it up already"

When Thor said so, an official constitution appeared in the room.

I'll try to take the two of you as they are...

"-Don 't touch it. I don't know anything. That's what Lazarus did on his own."

Gidion gently cut off his right arm.

Lazarus, caught with both arms by the official constitution, opened his eyes and looked like Tor had grabbed and crushed a bitter worm.

……

"Master Sage seems to understand. There's no evidence anywhere that I was involved in all the paperwork here."

That's all I could ever find.

Both the signing of the contract for the sale of the demon-sealed sceptre and the instructions to Lazarus, the Spirit's sword, were all carried out through Lazarus.

There was also a time limit of until the marnacactus was refined into sugar, but I guess it left no evidence of that originally.

"Then I will be available.... I would also like to teach you for later school, what are the ingredients for this?

"It's an example of a vandalism crop. Tensai, no. A little different. Well, shall I say sugar radishes? Rest assured. All processing techniques, etc. for sugar radishes are to be sold to ReciHarm."

It is originally livestock food.

I thought Gidion was just right for the Warcraft of the Autonomous Region to eat.

"- May the rich blessings of the Spirit be upon you (Rom.)"

"… may the rich blessings of the Spirit be upon you (Rom.)"

Gidion answered Thor's greeting with a natural face and turned his back.

"... kill all the wise and brave. Burn without any supporting documents. Neither does Lazarus."

Gidion did not return to the mansion avoiding the eyes of the official constitution, and when he returned to a certain separate house, he ordered his child's assassination unit to do so.

It is the usual thing.

Turn off those who are in the way.

There is nothing left to prove.

While available with Gidion, I wanted to use Sage, but I couldn't do more than strip my fangs.

"I thought you were a little smarter, but were you buying..."

Gidion meditated unfortunately.

It means, of course, that future money has been swept away.

But something unexpected happened the morning after I ordered it.

Gidion, returning from a separate house to the mansion, doubted his eyes in front of the mansion. For the first time, I wondered if I was busy.

convex mansion had been vertically divided into three equal

It is a brilliant round-cut.

The absence of casualties on the servants also applauded Gidion's confusion.

Cut the mansion in a circle, aiming for a place without servants. How can I do that?

Gidion's thoughts were not answered with more than two hundred years of experience.

Gidion finally realizes it was the work of the wise man after receiving reports that the assassination unit had been wiped out there.

I was completely wrong about the power of the wise man.

"... have you stepped on the tail of a dragon"

Gidion muttered, alone in his well-ventilated private room.

It is a complete defeat.

All sins were laid on Lazarus.

Sugar has a better way of minimizing losses, and you can give some convenience to those who have made you lose.

But that's all.

Rather than losing to Thor, he lost to the power of unknown knowledge and obsessive protection.

Once you have five cards, there's no way you can beat an opponent who will have the sixth or seventh cards in a game without enemies. There are no rules like that in the first place, and nobody wants to make rules like that. It is a completely different game.

But that was the presence of the brave and the wise.

The only harvest would be knowing it.

Gidion was summarily sentenced.

"... okay. Now I'm retreating. Ten, twenty years away. That's the last time you put your hands out."

Gidion was already over two hundred years old, but he was still going to live. Maybe there's an elf's blood mixed up somewhere in my ancestors.

But I just didn't want to leave.

"... burning water and I'll find them. Just the right amount of free time for you to eat up your knowledge."

Gidion and I gather information closely.

That Thor is secretly trying to find it.

If I were you, I'd put money into lubrication and have the pride of being able to find it sooner.

"- And I'm guessing that's what you think. But I probably don't think burning water, oil, is in this world. At least there won't be as many of them as there are on Earth."

Thor said so in his own room, anticipating Gidion's movements.

Yukiko asks with relief how Tor, who magically retreats like he has never seen an assassination unit attacked, and even doesn't feel fine dust, such as the power that has rounded out Gidion's mansion.

"What, you don't? But you were looking, weren't you?

Thor looked sorry.

"That's all I'm sorry for the moderates, but it was necessary to keep Gidion quiet."

It was one of those traps that exhausted Gidion, putting even the leak of information into perspective.

"... it's okay, I'm sure.... but how come there is no oil?

"Oh, that's..."

Bone-eating bone eating (Dukin), and mainly the presence of moving mucus eating carcasses, were involved.

There are theories about the raw materials of oil, but there is also a theory about the carcasses of organisms, so it is not strange to eat moving muddy water, and bones eat bone eaters. What is more, who can say that there is no living warcraft eating only oil from the earth?

In fact, when Thor was in the album, when he secretly investigated it in the cold desert that was nearby, he just happened to find a place where oil would gush.

But it was gone the next day. It was all eaten up by moving muddy water.

There was something in this world that was difficult to bring modern knowledge to life.

In an attempt to recreate the steam engine, for example, there is first the question of whether coal exists, and even if there was more and more coal, we do not even know whether the rails can be maintained. I don't know how much coal there is either.

It is harmless to man, but it is also possible that a warcraft eating iron comes from the ground without worrying about territory or anything else, and not necessarily that the ground under the rail will not be dug back. Sometimes it's destroyed at some point. Sometimes the Great Demon (Auga) or the Pig Demon (Oak) pull out trees and use them as weapons, or pick up weapons from dead hunters and mercenaries and use them. The rail should not be the exception.

It can also mean hiring escorts and patrol guards, but the cost jumps, and it's not a complete defense. Rather, things like automobiles and airships are likely to be more autonomously magical and practical.

"Well, let's have the money scattered and self-destruct at best. The economy will go around, and it will be quiet for a while. We can devote ourselves to crossing, and then..."

I kept searching for a desert with nothing, and it came to my attention that Gidion, frustrated in his room, waited for good news.

- Lazarus wants to escape.

There, Akira jumped in.

Lazarus, who had been kept in his cell, survived because the assassination unit had been returned by Thor, and succeeded in escaping by the hands of those of his parents who were within the government.

Lazarus does not return to his mansion, which the official constitution would keep an eye on, but flees into a separate house reserved for just when. For what if, most of the tangible property such as jewels, gold, magic equipment and weapons was hidden here.

But it was also a colored cala.

There was nothing golden-eyed under the couch in the house with no sense of life, under the floor, behind the ceiling and to the end inside the safe.

Lazarus stands up flashly.

You shouldn't know this place, no matter how giddy it is.

What the hell happened?

After being stunned for a while, there was one card on the table that I didn't recognize, which caught my eye.

I immediately dropped my eyes on it and distorted its righteous face.

'- Thanks for everything. Goodbye.'

Next to that message were marks of lipstick painted lips.

That alone made me understand who did it to Lazarus.

"- Nadara, oh, my God!

As a sidekick actress, it was the work of Nadara Yag, a small race woman who Lazarus was patronizing.

Nadara was an Albaum leasehold on the coast of the Sauran continent, where she was taken in by senior local officials and relaxed awaiting the ship in its mansion.

A senior official told me that Lazarus, who escaped, was caught again and was talking to Pepper about something that never happened.

If you keep your mouth shut, Gidion may hit you with nothing but your hands, but if you leak about Gidion, he will definitely kill you. He didn't seem to realize that Lazarus was a miracle just to be alive right now.

Knowing the back of the Mido continent, Nadara knows how Gidion was doing, which was leaping behind it. It was one of the few pieces of information that a small race would tell its compatriots not to get involved in things.

"Ma, I don't care"

Nadara set up a large sun umbrella on a balcony in the mansion of a senior official, staring across the sea with a cold white wine in one hand.

Sleeveless white dress and pink long, massive hair are in the wind.

"... Now, where shall we go next"

I had already forgotten about Lazarus and so on, and calculated the following purpose:

I was totally sorry for not wanting to go back to the autonomous region of the Mido continent, let alone the egg guard.

Small race, short-lived, running away, not taking care of his own children, not even his eggs. But after a long life, he will wake up to the mission of the Egg Guard, and many old little races will return to the small autonomous community to look after the eggs that the young little races left in the autonomous community as their last conscience.

But I didn't expose myself to Nadala like that.

Live like you want to live, go where you want to go.

That was the way Nadara Yag lived, as the name "Unafraid - Flame" shows.

Nadala's eyes, staring still at the sea, capture a large sailboat flying an unfamiliar red flag.

"... Speaking of which, I thought you said that Longhua Country (Lonfa) was sending a mission of friendship"

I was remembering the words of a senior official in the album.

That ship, by the way, is not a mission of friendship, but a ship with a negotiator in its previous phase.

"Long Hua Guo (Longfa) or, well, it's not too bad to keep most of them cold."

The next destination was well decided.

A keeper who doesn't even know that a country called Lesiharm is going through one turning point. But now I didn't care more about Rachel than that.

I just told him about Farsha, and I couldn't ignore him when it came to Livka, and I just had to follow Rachel's back.

When I arrived at the training ground, there was only a collector and a rachel there.

There are no hunters or even association staff who would be training.

Thank you. The training grounds are sealed off by the clan members of "Shochaner's Daughter and Son".

"So, what does it look like? You're not even a rookie jerk by now, are you?

"I don't know where you are rookie...... let me start by thanking you for that leather armor. So much so that Niki started grieving."

"... just turned the no longer necessary leather armor to the newbie"

As a collector, I really only meant that much.

"... so this is the real deal, did you do something to Livka?

The collector is convinced that's the point.

"... nothing (...)?

"... did you really not have anything (...)?

"Oh, nothing (...). Anything wrong?

Raquel turned his face against the collector's answer, and began to remove the bows, daggers, and other weapons, even his protective equipment, on the spot. Though there are unexposed inners beneath the protective equipment, the lines of the body become clear and are not like exposing them in public.

He wrapped his habitual hair roughly and appropriately around his head, a rackel that could be considered a male victory that exposed its style with a cheerful face even in front of a man, but attracted the gaze of a collector at the point of appearance that it was slightly above average.

If it weren't for this situation I would still have sent an indiscreet glance, but Rachel's atmosphere is somewhat rough. It's not even killer, but anger comes through.

"... what are you going to do?

"What, there's one thing you do here, right?

The collector also knows that it is not temptation or anything like that.

"To be clear, I'm better than you..."

"- I don't care. Alright, that's happening!

Rachel cuts off the words of the treasurer with anger.

"Atashi doesn't know about you. If you don't know, we'll have to beat each other up."

The collector sighed.

How is it all this kind of accommodation? Although it is better when it comes to throwing away weapons.

"I hate beatings."

"I know. Unlike Livka and you, Atashi is retarded. That's why we have to beat each other up to find out about you. I paint nasty pictures, live with monstrous hunting beasts, and I snap a mutant species of flying dragons on my back. I don't even know who you are."

"So..."

"- I won't admit Livka, but he seemed to enjoy himself these days. Beh, it wasn't usually dark. But going to your house seemed fun. How much do you really think a true spiritual woman would step lightly into a man's house?"

To Rachel's cry, the collector finally began to take off his weapons and protective gear.

"... I can't help it."

I'm not saying anything with defeat.

The collector was still not good at handouts. And I didn't like being attacked so I could be fought back, even though I handed it down.

I don't like fights and such forever.

Half of us can do it with Snow White. Because I have the confidence that the other half will never be killed or seriously injured.

But if you unleash a "full blow" without attacking a normal human opponent, it will die depending on where you hit it. If he dies, he'll carry an extra load. Guilt is born because he is not an enemy. So I can't use The Strike of All I Can.

"... the seven-star flair slapped my big mouth.... No one complains that he was murdered. Those guys will be my witnesses."

A female hunter, slightly visible at the entrance and exit of the training ground, lowered her head small and showed her back.

But the collectors couldn't even trust it.

Breaking the contract is the privilege of the strong. Until now, yes.

How should we fight?

A 4-star hunter who is a Rachel Magic Archer but also performs melee combat. Being a race that is not an excellent breed for melee fights called the giant species, it would not be as frustrating as it was once in Salehad, but in terms of skill, it goes far above the collector.

"Let me use the seal as much as it enhances, but I'll do it with my bare hands.... you can use spiritual magic or whatever you want. Don't worry, I'll give you a break. - Come on, let's go."

When I saw the collector was ready, Rachel jumped.

Like an arrow released from a bow, Rachel approached the possessor's straight.

Just early.

The collector gets that fist in his belly without even being able to react.

With a focus on endurance and a built-in muscle armor. And the impact is huge, the weight of the fist that opens up the full body strengthening, responds somehow, and withstands somehow.

But it didn't mean unbearable pain.

The collector waves his fist.

However, it is the motion of the positive fist thrust that can be seen after training, but other than that, it is easy to understand.

Besides, Rachel is a skilled hunter. It was rather easier to react to snow-white warcrafted moves than to fight against people.

Rachel avoids it lightly and wields her fists even more.

The collector eats up his teeth and withstands that blow.

No hands, no legs, that's what I knew.

So I did what I could.

The collector took a fist, but put it together against him.

Rachel wolves here for the first time, her face turning bright red and panicking.

"Where are you touching me?"

"... can I say it?

"Yes, don't say it"

The collectors didn't strictly know what this fight was first. I knew somehow, but still don't know the terms of the victory. It's not a kill, it's not a duel.

Plus the builder's own problem pulls his leg.

I can't give in, but I can't give in.

We want to avoid killing each other as best we can, but we can only exert our full strength in killing each other.

The more restrictions are placed, the weaker the collector becomes. It's a limitation to avoid injury, but even the weak keeper becomes even weaker because of it.

It was a dilemma.

But still, I had to do something about it, and what I came up with with with with with the rash was sexual harassment, no contact attacks.

The other person is a woman.

Then shame and blunt movement. That would reduce the number of bullets, and there might be an opportunity to reward you with one arrow.

Fortunately, there is only Shochaner's daughter on this occasion. Rachel's honor as a woman is preserved, which means that she can do this without any worries, shame, or outside hearings of her keeper or hindsight.

It was an extremely guessy method of warfare, but it was at least the foot scratch of a collector who couldn't fight well.

"- Damn, she dumps a woman when she's a hunter."

Shake the hand of the collector forcefully, but the collector's ridiculous grip breaks Rachel's inner. The skin of the abdomen, cultivated as a hunter, is exposed.

"Kuh..."

But Rachel doesn't call this cowardice, either. Similar to a woman targeting a man's money, it is more immature to feel ashamed.

Rachel pushes her shame to death and beats her to the den.

Light, but fast.

The collector won't even be able to get close to a streak after a streak that was like hitting about five bows and arrows at the same time. Stepping forcefully, he was about to be made aware many times of the powerful blow that flew in, but still desperately continued to strip.

The blow does not hit.

However, the action of stretching and grasping the arm is an out-of-the-box one. If you're a collector, you can wear clothes with one of your fingers.

When it comes to why we get this far, we don't have the means to lose light.

Never the preferred type, but I couldn't do anything to mess with a hunter named Raquel who has been dating through Livka.

I don't know what Livka will say later, and Rachel's expression is serious in itself. I can't feel my greed or anything there, I'm just waving my strength for something, Livka.

If they even knew about this method, they would surely preach later, but the collector continued to forcefully strip Rachel's entire body because this was still the only way.

Living in the frame of man, but hence the glitch beat the treasurer with Rachel, making the choice between the power of reality and the rules that bind that power, and the inner grid of the treasurer stripping Rachel of her clothes. Of course, the fact that I like women would have affected me, but I can't afford that now that I keep getting beaten up.

This was the limit of the present collector.

He was a keeper who continued to engage in sexual harassment attacks and stuck for more than a dozen minutes with the endurance of his forged flesh, but his opponent was a four-star hunter, assuming.

At the end of the day, I didn't feel comfortable.

Despite some of her breasts being exposed, Rachel shakes the jaw out of the vaulter with her full upper.

There was no way the collector, who had already been beaten by more than a hundred shots of the full-bodied blow on the reinforcement, could stand it, floating into space for a moment, and falling backwards.

The collector lay in a big letter, authentic, he couldn't move anymore.

There are no scratchy scratches on the opposing racket, but the face is dyed bright red. Even though he was dumping the woman, he still couldn't get rid of it.

"... what do you know about this?"

The collector shrugged as he fell asleep.

Raquel manages to hide where he should hide with his leftover clothes before glancing at the collector directly from the top.

"I get it. That you're so sketchy and vile that you can't help it, and so perverted that you can't do it anymore.... but it wasn't cowardly. I didn't use spiritual magic, and I didn't use the weapons I had hidden. Without eyeballs, I didn't bite. On that evidence, I didn't promise to do that, but Atashi didn't suffer any fatal wounds... although the shame was scratched so badly that I didn't like it. Damn, I'll definitely get involved with them later."

Rachel glanced at his buddies watching the entrance to the training ground to make it seem uninteresting.

It was a training ground. Rachel dumped her weapon. I didn't use spiritual magic. Without intent to kill, there wasn't even any sign of a deadly steeple attack. Nor does a four-star hunter Rachel gain anything in this fight. Instead, he even loses money by dating the way the collectors fight.

The enduring flesh of the collector gave it a respite to feel and think about, and the result was that the collector was to go along with Rachel's rules.

"Besides, I didn't even scorn people's feelings. You could have just lost and gone home, right?

……

"Do you have any faith?"

Rachel abruptly changed the story, but the possessor, paralyzed and barely physically moving, attached to it.

"... I don't think so, but it's hard to say not at all, maybe"

The treasurer was actually in a god like it.

And without it, I couldn't say enough that there is no such thing as God, so there is no such thing as faith. I'm going to say I'll still have it, and my hands are going to go hand in hand. If we find the body, we've been burying it or burning it for now.

"I don't know why. You don't look like a man with little contract, no shards of reason. Then what did you do? That's what the guy with the contract does."

Rachel's covenant is a covenant with the Spirit God. Or it is a covenant with Sandra, the Sun God, and Asham, the Black Wise God. It is not about contracts and magical strange powers, but about the rules of society, the norms and ethics in which people live.

Therefore as those who have no faith have no covenant, they are alienated and despised. I couldn't even swear to follow the rules, so I could take that for granted.

"- Wherever possible, just live without bothering people. It's a contract, but I don't know what it looks like, but if it looks that way, it's because something like it was in me in the first place."

When I was in Japan, I had no money, no power, no honor. It wasn't even the gear of society.

I thought about it in order to maintain such self-esteem, and what I needed for myself was to shrug it off, and it was pride, will, and perseverance as a person that I reached.

That is what came to this noisy world and was only emphasized.

"... Isn't that a contract?

"Probably not"

"Then why didn't you do anything (...)? There's no special commandment about abstinence. It's unnatural for a man to do nothing to a woman with a favor, right?

The collector is confused as to what it is about and thinks and realizes for a while.

Before we entered the training ground here, we went back to Livka.

"... should I have?

"There's a way... but it's funny how you do it, right? Even you knew how Livka felt. No, certainly Livka's feelings aren't that big. I'm not conscious of myself. Still, you shouldn't have been so bad."

Something, it's not just about overlapping your body. Overlapping of mind, confirmation of favor, what is such a thing (...).

Indeed, Rachel was right, and the collector was attracted to Livka.

Until then when it comes to usual things, but when it's mammy and serious, it makes me think of the Japanese, and then I drive better, and I understand the jokes. Nor is it compatible with snow white or azrona.

"... or don't you like the fact that the officials in charge have a role to play in taking hunters into Reciharm?

The collector was different, and while denying it, he remembered Livka yesterday and guessed how Livka felt.

"... I have an objection to Lesiharm and Spiritualism. And Livka realized she would never give it up.... I guess."

I was noticing yesterday with the collector the change in Livka's condition. There's no way you won't notice if they pull a hand stretched out in front of you.

Hearing that, Rachel was hacked.

There are not many who know the truth about Lesiharm. Some don't even know the Lesiharms. That's why the collector was talking about it with no intention of knowing the truth about Lesiharm.

"... aren't you willing to convert to Spiritualism?

"No. No, you may convert if you strictly adhere to the doctrine of Spiritualism, but you will never be a Leshham"

That's why there was nothing (...).

Spiritualists can only marry spiritualists. There's a way out that doesn't matter if you're a convert or if you're a Sandra, there's no problem, but that was normal.

Therefore, if you take in a good hunter, the hunter will convert, but the flowing hunter is thin in the faith in the first place and doesn't care about conversion. Or there was no problem because I was a Sandra.

Of course, an example like a keeper is not so rare that a keeper is an exception.

"... don't you mind doing something for the woman you like? Livka is a moderate, he never tolerates the Reciharm of today."

"I can't. We are still attacking the Autonomous Communities indiscriminately, and again, can we say that there is no war against the Autonomous Communities?

Rachel could not deny the word.

"... a, even you, you'll do it back when they do it"

"That's why terrorists are doing it back, isn't it? Because they took my country."

To that contradiction, Rachel, of course, has noticed. It is a contradiction that some Recheehamese have.

"Otherwise, there was no place for Atashi and the others, I hear. And times, times like that."

"Sure, that's understandable. I don't know the history of the persecution of the Spirit people, nor have I ever been so strongly persecuted. I don't even know the age of weak and strong eating. If you were born in a country with a history of aggression, it would be an idea to admit it and what to do, but you can't dare choose it yourself"

The will created by the Founding Fathers, but righteousness did not allow it.

Take back a country that was taken 10,000 years ago.

It wasn't exactly convincing to the collector.

If Lesiharm walked toward reconciliation properly, staying in Lesiharm would have been one path, but the world still smokes weak meat. I didn't even bother to bear the burden of aggression.

Caigbad perished because he was weak, and Lesiharm survived because he was strong. There is no good or evil there, and there is no sin in Lesiharm.

Even though I could understand that was reality, I couldn't help but admit it.

It may be the harsh reality of the world, the lukewarm creed of those who do not know about poverty or the persecution of death and neighbourhood that may not even know tomorrow, but it should have been okay for one Ordinary husband in a corner of the world to live with such an idea, and he was not willing to give this away.

……

"If I had said that Livka was coming after me, I might not have been able to refuse. But Livka didn't do it. That's the answer."

Lesiharm is the homeland of Livka. It can't even be thrown away.

I couldn't tell Rachel anything anymore.

I think I finally figured out Livka's attitude.

Before we liked each other, we pulled ourselves aside somewhat.

It's not so relational as sad love, but it's not so unrelated.

I can see that, but therefore, Rachel didn't hang up knowing the two of them.

A collector with a physical paralysis rises. No, I already had paralysis, etc.

On that pretext, I was just sorting out my own mind.

That's why I said things that I didn't want to be stuffed with.

- Religion is cramped.

I like women, but religion interrupts it. So religion is cramped. So I don't believe.

It is a supremely unscrupulous word, which has put its own immorality on the shelf.

The collectors do not deny faith or religion. There is more than a certain, no, significance in deepening our understanding of life and death and diluting our fears, creating ethics as people, and creating solidarity between people.

Still, it was the true story of the fake keeper that it was cramped.

The collector put his weapons back on and left the training ground behind.

Upon returning to the lobby of the association, Rivka was already waiting, and Gidion's mansion was given information along with its background that the 'Sword of the Spirit' had been dissolved and Senator Lazarus had lost his leg.

Apparently it was the wise man who uncovered the sword of the Spirit and the adhesion of Lazarus.

A wise man took the vengeance of Farsha.

That's what happens.

On the other hand, I'm glad about that, the collector was asexually powerless of his own.

Just like when I was in Japan, something starts and ends up where I don't know it. I don't care if you're involved in it for a little while, but you don't have the power to intervene there.