Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

When the collector talked to Snow White about the trip to the desert, he looked unpleasant in a place called Burning during the day and looked happy in a place called Extreme Cold at night.

He seemed distressed between the scorching heat and the extreme cold, but eventually, for Livka's sake, he acknowledges.

I don't hate that bitch, and it's pitiful that she's lost her place, and all I get is a bitter laugh at Snow White, who no longer even thinks of people's society as being more likely to emerge than she is if she lived in people's society like this.

By the way, Azrona seemed willing to follow the collectors anywhere they went, and there seemed to be no complaints. Compared to the Flying Snow Leopard (Ilnique), the species Green Hyena Flying Dragon (Bernera Wiven) itself is somewhat more resistant to the heat, but perhaps if it is cold, it will twist to the tail of the snow and white, and if it is hot, it will just stick to the shield of the collector.

Still curious, Azlona was innocently pleased that she had to go to an unknown land she had yet to see.

Thus the collectors were to participate in a survey of burning water in the Sauranic desert.

The thought that the usual collector might have taken the method of discussing this matter after Livka returned, but he couldn't have bothered to flip the case his boss had put out to Livka made him hesitate to do so.

The collectors, who had only been at the end of the organization - contractors and contingents - had never been deeply involved in something called the company, but still could not care less. I have just never had such an opportunity before.

Investigations in the desert had already begun as we rode snow and white to the boundary between the desert and the wilderness within that day.

Nevertheless, it will be about three days before it actually moves.

We broke up with a base camp on the wilderness side and two investigation teams, each with hunters and mercenaries to escort, but it took us a while to prepare below.

The spirit's temper is even more rough than the wilderness, and water sperm and the like do not exist day or night.

The collectors and others could not even use elementary magic at first.

The desert seems to have a thick amount of magic in the air, and I don't look forward to it with the amount of magic I've been giving it, and the way I ask for it is different because of my different personality in the first place.

That happened, and it took three days for the hunters, including the keepers, to get used to the desert environment.

It was an investigation that finally started there, but it was difficult to navigate.

Looking back, it was an investigation in a shallow position in the desert where you can see a base camp in the wilderness, but this is still not reassuring.

The wilderness you should be seeing now is somehow being replaced by a mirage.

They say such bullshit can happen too.

The wind above is unusually strong, as the bird race confirms from the sky, and even if it could be confirmed from above, the mirage modoki fools it.

For this reason, the survey team uses autonomous magic equipment that connects the base camp to the survey team with a physically long rope, and also keeps track of the base camp and the survey team's location.

In addition, it is scorching by day and extremely cold by night. The temperature difference became so intense that it proceeded through the desert. Avoiding daylight beyond fifty degrees, surveys are conducted from evening to morning, but hot in the evening and cold at night.

And warcraft existed in this land, and in order not to encounter earth dragons and great demonic worms, the investigation had no choice but to twist from a shallow position to the back of the desert.

Even if we continue our investigation with such hassle, the burning water, or oil, has no shadow or shape.

The investigation team doesn't know anything about Thor's presumption that such a thing won't exist, either, naturally, or the collector.

Even though I somehow understand that as a collector it doesn't seem like something you'll soon find, I feel extra long hanging out with it in such a troublesome land.

Although there were so many warcraft and warworm raids that I didn't care about them.

- Uh-huh.

While Laro waves a wide range of straight swords and song swords with both hands, he chops off and slaps off the next to the next demon worm, which is as good as a person's face. At the same time, light lightning strikes were scattered around the perimeter limiting the number of demonic bugs attacking.

Next to it, a dull pig-beast race man with a shield and a hammer tried to protect Laro and played a demonic bug attack, smashing the moving blunt beetle with its hammer. It was a raw avant-garde, only felt to the extent of massage, such as Laro's scattered weak thunderbolts.

More fireballs clutter around it, piercing and burning nearby demon bugs from one end to the other.

It was the spiritual magic of a magician of a race named Lloyd, unleashing fireballs with no less rapid fire than the simultaneous exercise of the collector.

The Collector, in the middle of it, had the role of a medium guard in restraining the rear guard from demon worms, forming a barrier with sand, obstructing the avant-garde from killing too many demon worms, and attacking them with sand piles if he could afford them.

"Oh man, you've been gathered more by women than by demon worms"

Laro wants to speak lightly as he lays down his sword that has exorcised the obvious demon worm. There were swords of various shapes hanging on their hips and backs. This time they used an effective blunt instrument system and a spike system sword on the demon worm.

"... I don't know if I can eat"

Boomers of the porcine race whine wantefully.

"Stop. You know, it's all poisonous.... Damn, there's no material."

While Lloyd the Mage stopped Booma, he nevertheless maligned his lack of extra income from selling off the material. There are no areas available for demonic worms, and even poison loses toxicity to desert heat in a matter of minutes.

These three were temporary parties organized by the collectors, all of them from former displaced persons.

Laro is a woman, Lloyd is a money, and Booma is different from food and obsessed with each other, both in character, monologue and bihabit, but as a hunter, he is excellent and ranks higher than all his collectors. But it was a rare party that never insulted the lower-ranked collectors.

Looking around, other parties seem to have kicked through the demonic bug raid, stopping at the place where the warcraft cars of the investigation team gather and getting water. Relaxed air was flowing.

The collector turns his gaze from the hunters to the desert.

The camel-colored sand dyed in the sunset continued in a prolonged manner.

The dunes, created overnight by strong winds, will change their appearance tomorrow morning.

Though noisier than the desert that was made of the earth, the keeper stood in the desert of the memorial. But...

Hot.

It's difficult to walk.

Thirsty.

The fine sand coming in through the gap in armor is depressing.

I already wanted to go home to rent.

But while I gave up and sighed that this was also my job, I realized that I was going to weave the coat I got in Longhua Country to not get cold from now on. There's no Azlona that's supposed to be snagging on my back.

Looking around, Azlona was looking up at the collector under her feet, who seems to have defeated a spider-like demon worm.

By the way, it is scratched and the purple liquid that looks like the body fluids of the demon worm stick to the body. Naturally, that's what happens if you articulate the spider against them...

The collector hastily lifted Azrona.

This spider is poisonous.

Therefore, the collector should have left it snapped on his back without letting him fight, but when he didn't realize it, he seemed to have fought a battle with the demon spider who was sneaking from behind him.

"- Any pain? Paralysis?"

- Geez.

Approximately to the apprehension of the hasty treasurer, Azlona looked kelloggy and was pleased to be held up.

No fever, no abnormalities in the pupil or respiratory tract. I searched all over my body, but Azlona just twisted herself like she was tickled.

"... are you poison-resistant?

But Azrona herself doesn't seem to know, and she's leaning her little neck.

Apparently Azlona has a strong resistance to poison.

In the first place, a species called Feilong tends to be strong against material poisoning because it possesses Feilong poison. Still, magic poison works, as the zodiac man used it for Red Lotus Feilongs, and it doesn't work with normal poison. This spider poison is also a fairly strong category.

But even that didn't seem to work for Azlona.

"Don't worry too much. If the enemy tells me, I will..."

A white tail that struck me directly in the face blocked the words of the collector.

- Ugh.

Snow White roars back from nowhere, as I say don't spoil it.

"... sandworm"

Lying at the foot of the snow white, Booma whistled happily when she found a mite big enough to connect two Warcraft cars, and Laro whistled briefly.

Whatever its shape, sandworm, sauranic language makes sandwich bugs (salams) quite delicious. The taste of crab is closest to the toothpaste, but it adds spiciness to it.

"I hope we have a collector after all. It's a shitty place, but it's essential to eat, and the watch is somewhat distracting."

Sometimes it was the ability of the collectors themselves that Rallo and the others did not insult the collectors, but the presence of snow and white was huge. Best perceived in rest and bedtime vigilance, they hunt on their own if they have few enemies. They hunt warcraft that can be eaten from nowhere. If that had lasted three days, there would have been no one here to insult the treasurer.

I haven't been particularly forced to snow white it.

Little interference, as promised. I was just doing what I wanted to do.

I wasn't willing to monopolize it for this sandworm, and I was willing to split it it up. Because...

"... the skewers are naturally cooked, simmered or..."

The cooking skills of Booma of the porcine beast race are amateur.

The cooking of the Zao Man is relieved, but given that Booma's cooking is exciting and that the Zao Man's cooking can be eaten at any time, it was the conclusion of the delicious snow white that we should entrust this place to Booma.

As a collector, I don't deny it. On the contrary, I think it would save me time.

Originally, I only make quite a few edible things, and I think that's enough. If anyone can make something better than me, I've never done it.

"Oops, it looks like the investigation team is safe, shall we go back?"

Ever since I got used to the desert environment, almost every day, these days went on.

But the distance between twitching and expedition is growing, but it has no fruit.

"... have you introduced Mr. Klund to an example desert investigation?

"Yeah. You took it easy, didn't you?

When Ange answers that instead of Hannah, Livka becomes half-eyed.

Hannah softly hid in the shadow of Ange in that gaze, but Ange took it flat with a stiff face.

"Did he ask you to escort him?

Impossible. It can never be.

It can't be more than snowflakes becoming obedient and obedient when a collector who would never give up that nasty thing gets a request for an escort.

That means that Ange managed to make him take it.

Did Hannah make you take it? It can't be either. I don't think the crying down leads to the treasurer.

But why did Ange make you take it? How.

Livka protests Ange, thinking visibly.

"... don't make me take it too hard. That guy will get away with it, even if it sucks."

And as I say, I realize.

It would be for me, he said.

Ange told me about her situation and appealed to the feelings of her collector.

Livka has hunters in charge besides the collectors, but the basic response is no different from the collectors. I am not dealing with hunters intensely with other officials, so I was a little more habitual than a promising hunter, and there were many of my strong hunters.

Naturally we know that the requests we receive will be skewed and that one day we will also have a lower rating within the association.

Ange was probably worried about it.

So I couldn't say it back too strongly. I also get a lot of eyes.

"Really?

"... and how much the rating changes when I let one Mr. Klund take the request"

"It might not make that much difference to let one take it. But if you don't let them take one, the ratings will remain the same forever. Didn't I?"

Exactly.

If you showed me something a little different than before, it wouldn't be the rating that goes up, but it's possible that once it goes down, it can be stopped.

I guess if I even got married, I wouldn't have to worry about ratings or anything, but I didn't feel that way right now.

But Lesiharm needs more people. Be a hunter, be a child.

If you're a hunter like Rachel, you can still reason, but Livka had no clear reason, and that pressure was increasing year after year. That is why merit in the association becomes more necessary.

"I know you're worried. But pay close attention to the way you deal with that guy"

Ange frowned.

"... Isn't it calm? You think we have to take that much account of a hunter?

"... a little, I put it the wrong way. If you want that guy to do his job, it's more beneficial to let him do his job."

"What do you mean?

"As I said earlier, if you don't like it, it means you're going somewhere soon. To that end, he said he had empowered him to live in the mountains so that he did not have to belong to people's society."

"... even with the emotional smugness of you?

Livka stayed between one thing.

There was still a little hesitation to say it out.

"... probably"

Ange doesn't know about the keeper.

I haven't even noticed that my skepticism of this country or religion is making me choose to ask. He thinks he's a bigoted flow hunter everywhere.

But that can't be helped. The words spoken by the collector cannot be publicly spoken or left in the text. Inevitably, only the schematic of a hunter named the Collector can be written in the dossier, and only the hunter of the stream, who was just accidentally to be able to follow a high-ranking warcraft.

Seeing the hesitant but out-of-the-box Livka, Ange felt only a little painful, but is now at work.

"Then maybe I can run away? The number of hunters a single employee can hold is limited. I'm not getting married, choosing a favor doesn't have the advantage of having so many hunters"

"Then other hunters will be the same."

When Livka returned that in a strong tone, Ange shrugged her shoulder that she couldn't get her hands on it.

I'm trying to keep you away because you get caught that way. Otherwise, you're not gonna find the next guy, and you're gonna be late.

Those words came to mind, but Ange didn't dare.

I know you're a strong daughter.

"... Ha, like it. But if you're so strong, Hannah will get you ahead of you."

Hannah is kind of making me take the favor of crying down. Everyday similarities also attracted a desire for asylum, and above all the style was attractive to the man.

When Livka looks at you and Hannah, she looks sorry, but she is honestly lit.

I wish I could be like this, but there's no way I can be.

"Hannah would make a good wife"

When Livka answered that, Ange sighed loudly, just saying she couldn't get her hands on more and more.

Livka returns to the reception after finishing her conversation with Ange, but sighs one.

I wouldn't have recommended this request to the collector if it was Livka.

Sure, the identity of the client is clear, but if you follow Dayuan, it's that Gidion request.

The request itself is not bad. Rather, the treatment and the conditions are good. Nor has the 'Sword of the Spirit', which was closely related to the country, been dissolved and participated in, nor exposed to malice specific to first-class citizens. The apparent Gidion face is merchant and serious. It is a request that is highly dangerous but has no problems whatsoever.

But it was not a request to be referred to a collector who desperately hated risk, no, desperately hated a trustless opponent.

When I found out about Daiyuan, I was worried about Livka about what the collector thought.

You didn't get that Livka prayer, the collectors were being attacked by a herd of undead.

Many are skeletons, but there are even night skeletons on horse skeletons, skeletons in heavy armor, and lizard skeletons pulling warcraft cars like merchants or your escorts.

It was a warcraft outburst (stampede).

The great outbreak of undead, which does not show any signs beforehand, poked at the opinion of the investigative team, which had come late in the extreme cold to the deepest point of the desert to date.

"Fuck you! It didn't just happen two seasons ago."

He smashes Skeleton in the head with a wave of a dagger like Laro could almost call a blunt instrument.

Next to it, Booma, who took Nightskeleton's assault (charge) with the roar, smashed Horseskeleton's leg with its hammer and hoisted Nightskeleton's head down with a knife to return.

"If the night breaks, the movement will be dull. Until then."

From behind it, Lloyd screams.

The other escort hunters struggled on a party-by-party basis.

But even on extremely cold nights, there is little light or fire elf. There wasn't enough numbers against the skeletons to push.

When it comes to why an undead occurs in a desert like this, Lesiharm and the Northern Powers, who once ravaged Caigbad, threw the bodies of the soldiers they killed and the citizens of Caigbad into the desert.

There was certainly a custom of desert burial, but that is not like throwing it away, nor is it something the hostile country would do.

For once, it should have been purified not to undead with the autonomous magic of light essence and purification, but such common sense did not pass in the desert, and those who still leave resentment in this way become undead and crawl out of the desert.

Although it had not been officially announced, it was easy for the locals to speculate on it, making it a half-public secret.

Of course the escorts are prepared to anticipate it.

Still, the hunters' anger and screams were rising here and there.

Rusty sword piercing meat, night skeletons running around the desert.

At the end of the day, the smell of blood begins to invite me to kill even a bunch of demonic worms, and the battle begins between Skeletons and Triplets, who say that everything that moves is the enemy.

Hell, exactly, was spreading there.

Finally, the sun rises.

How much spiritual magic you unleashed and how much hammer you waved.

The collector was relieved by the golden sky, and at the same time the skeletons in front of him began to move dull.

"- It's sunrise, we're gonna push back!

Hunters other than collectors return to Lloyd's voice in a wild rage.

The collector was still not good at this kind of nori, but he even unleashed the spiritual magic that was still on his defense, releasing sand piles.

"... really, that's a frightening amount of magic"

Rallo gives a voice to a collector who says he unleashed all that spiritual magic but hasn't made one face look worse.

Skeleton banished for a moment.

But it shall appear again at night. I'd like to withdraw by then...

Lloyd, who had even used too much of his magic to deplete, lay down in a sandhut made by his keeper in disgust. Many rear guard hunters, not just Lloyd, groan and lay their bodies in the sand hut.

Magic depletion symptoms are easy to understand when it comes to severe motion sickness or hangover.

The collector hasn't completely depleted it since Akari told him to, but he still does it that he's on the verge of depleting it to increase his magic. Besides, I have so much experience that I don't like motion sickness or hangovers.

So I know painfully what it is called suffering from depletion symptoms, but I just have to leave all this to the passage of time.

And hunters other than the rear guard were scratched. Major injuries are the only ones blocked by self-healing and fellow healing, but otherwise we leave it to natural healing with the idea of saving magic.

The investigation team was equipped with weapons against the undead just in case, so it was the injured who came out in large numbers, but there were no dead. Still, the investigation team was hardly an exaggeration to say that it was half-destructed.

"... you got a minute?

The captain putting the hunters together spoke to the relatively healthy collectors.

Snow and white were just back.

I roar one hot, but I can't leave the side of the treasurer. The purpose was the cold air emitted by the shield of the builder. By the way, Azrona is also snagging on the back of the collector.

Snow White had stormed a herd of undead on single rides, crushing me allowances and gradually skeletons on the front lines. Had it not been for Snow White, perhaps the investigation team would have been devastated.

We assembled the main hunters who could still move and the head of the investigation team into the Warcraft, and the captain spoke out.

"... the retreat seems to take a little while"

"Are you serious..."

In one word, the hunters here perceived everything.

"... is that an illusion?

Rallo looks up to heaven at the investigator's words, and other hunters whine about whether the wilderness now barely visible is illusory.

The captain nods at it and continues the conversation.

"... disconnected from the wilderness. No ropes, no magic equipment. Perhaps there was also an undead raid in the camp"

The magic fixtures in the wilderness camp and the magic fixtures held by the investigators accompanied by the collectors are connected by an invisible line, which has been used as a guide for the return journey by following them. In addition, he was extensively stretching and moving the rope connecting the camp to the investigators, or constantly viewing the wilderness, carrying out investigations after putting in place multiple safety measures.

The little devil bird that still stops on the investigator's shoulder is also a means of confirmation from above, but even that means no use.

The collector checks snow and white, but snow and white only roar in remorse.

There were powerful warcraft in the sky. Snow white stands out, even if it can't be broken to the extent of a small bird.

I don't even think we're going to fight and lose, but I'm afraid we're going to involve the collectors. That was enough opponent to want to avoid.

"... somehow, I'll connect you by night..."

That's what the head of the investigation team, who seemed sorry to shut up, said.

Believing the investigators' words, the hunters begin to prepare for the event.

There is no hunter here who can be a werewolf.

Everyone is ready to come to this desert.

Therefore, all we had to do was solemnly prepare.

Build as many simple torticas as you can in the Cage Castle with Spirit Magic to collect the weapons that the defeated Skeleton had. You can throw everything even if you can't use it.

It is no exaggeration to say that the day desert, the collectors continued to prepare as they became sweaty.

It was then.

The collector remembers the feeling of flutter and body floating.

But it wasn't long before I checked the perimeter - it fell.

of things. Brilliantly, the investigation team was sucked into a big hole snug in the desert. The hole was too big for the hunters to manage with spiritual magic.

Snow and white could not be sensed, but I try to widen the skin membrane of my legs to cope somehow...

I find the treasurer falling unconsciously and look like a shudder. And he shook his head, saying that he had no choice, and fell.

"... have you been swallowed"

A collector raised his face to the words Rallo had zeroed.

After I fell, I was flushed into the sand, I couldn't use soil sperm magic, and I could only cling to the snow and white that came running through the flowing sand later.

The unusable special feeling of earthwork magic has been since I fell into the pit in Longhua Country to get to the odd statue of the goddess, and now I can seem to use earthwork magic too, but I don't know where Koko is. The speculation that it might be a ruin, but the word to be swallowed was not in the knowledge of the collector.

All I have now were the collectors and Azrona, Snow White, and Laro.

Laro answers when he notices the gaze of the zodiac.

"Oh, in the maze ruins."

According to Laro, there are several types of ruins, many on the Mido continent are common 'ruins' that continue to be there until they are completely breached, many on this Sauranic continent are 'wandering ruins' with limited time to appear, and 'maze ruins' that are said to occur very rarely on either continent.

Swallow, was the entrance to this' maze ruin '.

"Each of the others will be at the entrance to the maze site."

"... how can I get out of here?

The old stone passage continues in a straight line. The entrance, which should have been behind us, is filled with sand and cannot be turned back.

"They say if you defeat the keeper at the center of the maze, the return route will show near everyone who enters the ruins. If we can't do that, we'll have to find an escape route somewhere."

The exits are often opened to nearby safety zones, villages and where people are.

Laro glimpsed the snow white.

There is no time to unravel the maze now that we only have a few days' worth of mobile food. It was also impossible, for example, to defeat the Keeper who had equal power to the Demon Lord in such a state.

But with Snow White, fighting the Keeper can also take advantage. Laro seemed to count on it.

The collector also has no option of not relying on snow and white in this emergency.

- Guru.

Snow White roared, as he said, taking their gaze, leaving it to them.

From then on, the collectors, no, it was a snow-white solitaire.

Snow white thrusting as if we knew the whole maze.

The collectors just go after it.

As a snow white, I'm just headed toward the sign that there's a guy who looks strong, not like I'm attacking a maze or anything.

We proceed in a vertical row: Azlona, the Caveman and Laro, equipped with Snow White and its tail, but buried the Warcraft, where Snow White appears, in a single touch of armor sleeves, sensing many more traps, and the Caveman behind it pushing the inevitable trap forcefully with the barrier, further mapped by Laro behind it, just in case.

"... wouldn't you be retiring if other explorers saw it?

Laro, who also earns money as an explorer in his long displaced life, became flabbergasted by the way the ruins were attacked without being too powerful. If the collectors are willing to completely trample the ruins, I don't know how many ruins will be completely trampled. It is also a complete breakthrough in disregard of many treasures.

If it weren't for this moment, it wouldn't have to be Laro.

That's how in about three days, I even reached the watchman.

It was only a result to match the speed of the collector and Laro, and it was clear that if only snow and white would have reached it in less than a day.

"... a four-armed bull demon (Brutaurus). Besides, yes."

Looking into the great hall of stone at the end of the aisle, there was a formidable warcraft.

Four arm bull demon.

Although the Bull Demon (Taurus) is a warcraft with a musculoskeletal human body and a Buffalo head, a relatively common species in the ruins, this four-armed bull demon was powerful enough to crawl out as a demon lord.

Moreover, the size exceeded that of a giant species, black rather than red, a common body color, and all four great axes gripping seemed to be magic fixtures of different shapes.

Never the kind of opponent you would challenge with two six- and seven-stars.

- Gwo, ooh.

But when Snow White leaves Azrona with the treasurer, he jumps into the hall with joy.

- Bluwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

As the four-armed bull demon responded to the snow and white, he raised a roar that even mixed madness with no reason or other fine dust.

Only then did the treasurer and Azrona, and Laro, too, become physically stuck and unable to move.

"... haha, I knew it would be nice to have you"

I shrug when I see Rallo float a slight cold sweat or greasy sweat and snow white running through to tear the growl apart.

"... snow and white."

"Without you, he wouldn't be following you either. Then we'll be together."

To keep out of the way of snow and white, the collectors watched the bravery of snow and white as they peeked through the aisle. Azrona and others were blinking their eyes and falling in love with snow and white.

I don't feel comfortable.

You're right when it's over, but it's because it's snow and white.

A giant body sounded and fell in, and Snow White made sure his prey was completely out of breath before turning around and flipping himself.

Hardly a scratch, cheering that Azlona had to go for its refreshing appearance.

Shortly after, the sand in the corridor blocked by the sand in the back right of the hall collapsed slightly, and the escape route was about to show itself.

Confirming that, Laro stepped into the great hall and the collector also held up Azrona to follow it.

"Thank you."

When Laro thanked Snow White, Snow White, who was about to enter brushing time, shook his tail flickering like he didn't care and slept in front of the collector.

The collector also gratefully removes the three brushes and takes up brushing. Azrona crawled in front of Snow White's face and rubbed her own face against Snow White's face with excitement.

Hmm, that's no big deal, and whispering his nose, Snow White responded by licking Azrona with a pepper.

"Dude, normally I check treasure...... no, fine. That's about it."

Without checking at all the big axes held by the four-armed bull demon or the magical bracelets set in the back of the hall, Laro said so to the collectors who brush, but also flipped the foreword.

If I don't do that, I have nothing to do.

Of course, I have no desire to be alone or anything. Seeing the power of Snow White, such courage was not even like this. I just want to keep it in the spill for a little while, but then it was an arithmetic formula to at least do what I could to improve my mind.

Laro first approached the four-armed bull demon's body, exploring if there was anything else but an axe, then lifted the only big axe that seemed to hold, that was swinging unusually fast during the battle.

Light as expected.

Probably capable of "bodily weight disabling" or "increasing power," Laro blurted, trying to take it first to the snow whites with his face.

- I'm not here.

The collectors were nowhere to be found.

It doesn't look like he left. I should have started brushing with swallowing until earlier.

Laro rushes up to where the collectors were supposed to be and finds a pit on the ground that is now closing exactly.

"... it's a pit here."

I had never heard of it, such as the defeat of the Labyrinth Lord and the appearance of pitfalls.

Laro had often stared at the closing pit, but soon switched his mind.

I don't have a choice to go after him.

"... well, you can't help it either. Only the lucky ones can live in the displaced. I don't have the absurd magic, the hunting beast, or the connections like you, but it just seems like you got lucky. Don't feel bad."

Laro immediately broke it off.

The sprawling wilderness of the Warcraft is also a tough land, but the bottom slam is just as tough. It was also common there for people who had eaten their teeth together until yesterday to be already dead today. I can't live without breaking it off. If it's deceptive, it's my turn next.

Laro took the magic fixture off the pedestal and tightened his usual light look.

"It's not a rack, though."

There are no collectors from here.

Though the Keeper was defeated, this is a ruin. You can't be alarmed.

Laro carried the great axe he had just obtained, carrying two swords, and walked out cautiously on his way home from the spreading of the Warcraft.

Even as the great outbreak of the undead was reported and the investigative team fled with their lives, the Collector, and Laro, did not return.

Livka rushed to work at the end of the returning investigation team, but turned to ask the hunters who had returned about the whereabouts of the collectors.

The team encountered the great outbreak of the undead in the desert and even defeated it, its connection to the camp was broken. Even as he prepared to prepare for a rematch, he was swallowed by labyrinth ruins in the middle of it. It was the hunters who broke up with several groups and were dropped at the entrance to the labyrinth ruins, but on the third day after carefully proceeding through the labyrinth ruins, they found out that another route appeared anew in front of each of them and that the watchman had been defeated.

Ironically, Snow White's fastest defeat of the Keeper created a return journey almost like turning back to the entrance before the other hunters. As a result, the hunters opened their exits near the villages of the autonomous communities closest to the desert.

Livka and the association expected that far.

Then why won't Zao and Laro return?

I can only assume that he died fighting the Keeper, or that an exit opened up in another distance.

But after a few more days, the collectors never returned, and no information was reported that they were still alive somewhere.

And no word from the sage had arrived at Livka's yet.

Sage, no. Thor was on the brink of disappointment. I was still wondering what to do.

But there was no reason to know that, Livka, with the return of the treasurer, kept waiting for the sage to contact him.

We can't let the houses managed by the association play forever.

Once he intended to keep the remaining luggage, Livka volunteered to come to the collector's rental house, also cleaning and organizing the house. If a zodiac returns alive, if a zodiac painting appears on the surface, it will be a big deal, because it is one reason. Hannah was going to Laro's house.

But the house of the treadmill who stepped into it was more frustrating than usual.

He went out clean and tidy, and all he had left was a painting. That dreadful painting, which should normally be scattered, was nowhere to be found and left with an unusual painting.

This was because when the collector was absent, if someone stepped in, he feared that he would be caught treating it as indecent display in evidence.

Livka peels and collects the painting on the wall somewhat like a ho, but her eyes clung to one of them.

A painting painted only in the dark light of white and black. elaborate but somewhere fantastic painting.

A woman putting together paperwork with a serious face at the association's desk.

I don't even have a loving laugh, a tough look.

But there was only one foreign object in that firm expression.

The red edged semi-circular glasses were slightly worn on his nose.

Outside, it suits you.

That's what I thought, because I took the time to look objective, or was it puffiness?

Livka thought of the glasses she had received and had never worn, so she began to think about putting them on a little bit, etc.

And the painting wasn't just Rivka's.

In the back room were depictions of Sadie, Rachel, Hannah, Sophilis, Gwendolyn, the mother and daughter of the bone race and perhaps the women whom the collectors met on the Sauran continent.

Livka laughs bitterly that he seems to be a collector, but breathed in the nearly written painting there.

There were Snow White and Azrona, Livka, Sadie, Rakel, Hannah, Sophilis, Gwendolyn, Hooli, Mother and Daughter of the Bone Race, Warcraft of Bones Only, and, rarely, Farsha, a man.

It was a picture of the people whom the Zodiac would have met in the land, meeting together. Although there are a lot of women.

That painting, which in reality probably won't happen, just says that religion and position don't matter.

Perhaps, the pure desire of the collector.

And that was also Livka's wish.

Without realizing it, Livka was in the picture.

With an indescribable pain in my chest.

It's not even painful, nagging.

I was jealous of myself holding Azrona as I tickled to the tail of snow and white.

This whimper could be a good memory one day.

If the zodiac returns from the desert, maybe one day I can laugh and tell someone.

Such a chest groan.

I cut it off, I was going to.

But now, there was nothing I could do about this pain, and I couldn't cut it.

When Livka had such sentiments, the collectors who fell into the pit said...

I was under the feet of a giant goddess statue.

It was a goddess who looked different, unlike the goddess who saw the beasts mixed together in the Longhua kingdom.