Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

The blue and white light emitted by the giant statue of the goddess illuminates the underground cavity.

Falling into the pit of the maze ruins, the collector also forgot the pain in his punched ass, staring at the statue of the goddess so that it could be drawn to its light.

Unlike the surrounding stones, the statue of the goddess seemed to be made by carving pale black stones.

Long hair extending underfoot, elf-like elongated ears, and a long, sword-like corner stretched from the forehead. But most of all, the characteristic is the absence of both arms. It did not mean that the statue was broken, it did not seem to exist from the beginning.

Corners, and rubbed off long cloths wrapped around slender bodies, were also combined to form a statue of the goddess with the impression of a wrapped spear of ancient cloth.

The sawdust remembered the Longhua Country from the combination of Goddess and Pitfalls, but as Boyah and I always saw it in the statue of Goddess, the bluffing and snow-white tail struck its face.

Hmm? And when the collector looked him in the eye, he brushed quickly, and this again slept beside him, looking like the usual snow and white was puffy.

The treasurer laughs bitterly, but obeys the adult. It wouldn't be dangerous because Snow White is enough to demand brushing, and I felt like there was no exit now, like when we were in Longhua.

By the way, Azrona looked up intrigued to see if she overlapped the lack of her own legs in the figure of a goddess without arms, then fluttered up in that awkward way of flying.

Combine your hair with three brushes while simultaneously irritating your subcutaneous muscles with a weak thunderbolt.

This is the way it's been done these days, but there's always no art to it, and the keeper thought about it for a while, and executed it.

Give it a glimmer and a massage with these giant gloves that get hardness when it comes to iron. If I deal with snow and white muscles, I don't think it's going to work without this.

- Guru!?

Even though the snow and white are bewildered by the way things are different from usual, the collector pretends not to notice and rubs it loose all at once.

After being thoroughly bristled with the brush the most, the muscle was carefully rubbed loose with a firm and strong fingertip after being irritated by a weak thunderbolt, plus a second brush that seemed to lose strength from the tip of the hair, a snow white that tasted a full course of brushes as if stroking the skin with a subtle touch of touch or not.

Besides, my whole body is soggier than usual.

Snow White still managed to bring about a hundred million hijackings of moving necks, staring at the collector.

"Hmm? Yeah, I do hear it's not a good idea if your muscles are cold. I warmed my gloves with a little fire sperm. I don't think it's hot..."

Sure, the fingertips you were rubbing aren't hot. Looks like it's in a warm hot spring, just right.

Hey, no.

How can you come up with something so small from next to next when you say that you can withstand brushing and lightning strikes more recently?

I thought so and tried to protest, but to the brush I stroked my white hair at the same time I aimed, Snow White quickly roared, losing his mind.

- Around...

Whenever it was too late to hack into the throat that was ringing, Snow White had become so relaxed that she could not help herself.

Seeing that figure, the possessor is motivated by Russia.

What motivates me if I do something to them and find out that it feels good is the possessor, no man's sex.

It further ravaged the irresistible snow and concentrated on massaging and brushing.

Use a number of Thunder Essence at the same time to circulate Thunder Strikes and heat up Giant gloves with more Fire Essence. Considering the amount of heat and lightning strikes that keep me from going, I preferably use spiritual magic for more than ten years at the same time, and that's all I have about an elf, such as something that can be massaged like this.

Given the extremely small number of elves with affinity for fire and thunder sperm, it was probably only a handful of things that could be done, massage.

No matter how awkward the skill of the collector was, it was natural that if he tasted such a thing, but also if his power grew every day and new ideas were tested, he would not be able to keep up with Snow White's ability to respond either.

Snow white lying on the ground with Biro, like a freshly attached cake.

I was no longer willing to move. The cooler the ground is, the more comfortable it is. I want to melt like this, that's how I feel.

I don't like the gaze of the satisfied collector, but I didn't want to move a step.

- Geez.

There was an Azrona squeal from above my head.

Honestly, I didn't want to be seen with such nonsense, but now it will be.

Snow White, and the treasurer looked up at the ringing.

On the shoulder of a giant goddess statue, it was amazing, and there was Azlona with her chest stretched out.

It's because of Azrona's character that she says she's playing a prank on the statue of the goddess, but doesn't make her wonder and dislike it?

But the collector invites.

Azrona jumps down in a dashingly awkward flight and jumps into the chest of the zodiac.

"Oops.... I don't know his name or origin, but he's probably a god. If you do anything too rude, you might get markazilli out of your head, huh? That beautiful mouth opens wide and swallows Azlona whole..."

When the collector said the right thing that way, Azlona quickly grated and knelt under the statue of the goddess as if she were going to be sorry.

I think it worked too well, and the keeper laughs bitterly...

"- I don't mind. A toddler prank or something cute."

An old tone, but a soft and beautiful voice, echoed from nowhere.

The zodiac tries to stand tall, but Snow White doesn't move with a freshly attached soft cake, and Azlona was somehow snuggling up to the statue of the goddess in response to the voice she heard.

It seems to me that the statue of the goddess is the voice of Azlona...

"- It's not a golem or anything like that. God, no, is it more right to be forgotten, a God who can only perish '

It was a sad, but voice-colored, voice that had already understood its own end.

A giant statue of a goddess, releasing words and calling herself God.

There are many suspicions swirling in the treasurer, but there is no means to prove that he is not God. Based on the feeling of talking about something divine at the time of the summons, the collector felt that it was not even a lie, but he was not familiar with God in the first place, so he could not say no to the real thing.

While the collector was vigilant, he decided to have a conversation, assuming the statue of the goddess was God.

"Oh, that, what. No, what.... or God, what can I do for you?

Ask for the requirements, remembering somehow the salutation I had dared not use in order to eliminate the smell of being Japanese.

"It's quick to understand and helpful. I have one thing for you."

"... God, I don't have the strength to help you."

"I have no power over you in this world right now. At best, it's enough to invite people to this cage with a few hands."

The collector assumes that the cage refers to this ruin.

"So?"

'- I want you to draw me and leave my name and appearance. That's all I want. No, to be precise, I also want you to draw the same gods that are in many ruins. If you once portrayed the God of the Warcraft, do you know what that means?

That's what the giant statue of the goddess said, and she started talking about it in detail.

The name of the goddess is Sele.

It used to mean broomsticks, comets, meteors, and this goddess said she would do it too. Ziva used to call the Sauranic Desert 'the land of the fallen stars (Sele Heather)', an old word synonymous with its' Sele '.

People who once saw meteors pull tails and flow into the night sky believed that the good gods were stabbing evil gods and evil gods to death, and believed in meteors.

You think I don't have both arms in my goddess figure because I see my whole body as a single meteor, a single spear, combined with the horns on the top of my head?

"That's how it was imagined and believed, but therefore it became this way. Thus it is forgotten, and if you lose faith, this body becomes a mass of power that means nothing. This world dissipated the power of God no longer needed as a function of ruins, creating 'ruins' to erase God, it seems'

……

"I am not and was not omnipotent. There are ruins without a doomed god, so not all the ruins I speak of are true."

God seems to be a creature born out of man's imagination and faith.

And after birth, you think it's something that leaves people's hands and indirectly involves them in this world?

"... you mean by me drawing it, I'm going to extend God's life?

"It will no longer be too late. I have the thought that maybe, but in one or two faiths it's like dripping a drop or two of water trying to dilute the ocean. I have no other intention. I just want you to draw it and leave it in this world. '

The statue of a goddess named Sele wanted proof that she was in this world, he complained.

"... if I don't draw, if I'm going to punish you, I think I'll have to do it"

What I couldn't help but say leaks out of my mouth, collector.

As I said earlier, I have no power to punish you now. Besides, God is preventing us from exercising direct power in this world '

Then why does it exist?

Sele answered the question that the collector did not speak, reading from his expression.

'Once upon a time, I had descended, but now I don't need it anymore. Do you think dragon species can be defeated by those who only know stoneware? Wouldn't that be possible? Therefore the weak prayed, and we were born out of that prayer, and gave the artifact, and let each survive a species that protects'

"Only to species similar to people, is it?

"Dragon breeds do not pray to God, and so do warcraft comparable to men. but it's not like he wasn't there, and some still exist. You just don't know."

Surely no one can say enough that there is no God in Warcraft.

"Don't you really get involved directly?

And, the collector spoke of when he was summoned. Obviously, Hayato, who stole the shelter, disappeared first, as if he were being pulled into this world.

The Zodiac had believed in this statue of the goddess. Both Snow White and Azrona are listening to each other very carefully, and more importantly, I had the idea that if you were caught up in a grand scheme so far, you'd already be doing well.

Besides, it's a ruin, it fits in the pit twice and meets the statue of the goddess. It is no longer God who keeps doing that.

"... Summoning is something that had a magician full of talent. … Perhaps that God is even more superior to me, if I may say so, to the supreme God. People's thoughts are not prototypes, they are the only ones. There may be such things in your world and in this world, one pillar at a time or in other worlds.

Nevertheless, it must be God. There can be no direct involvement if it is meant to be. But apart from the story if it were to be a summons, perhaps it was when the ownership of your being, crossing the world and the world, was ambiguous, that we were able to intervene directly. Perhaps there was no involvement after that. '

"... there is no good or evil in God?

At some point the tone of the collector had returned.

I think about when they stole my protection, maybe I'm getting emotional.

But Sele didn't blame it.

"I've never heard of anyone with two protections. With such a presence, it wouldn't be strange to have a God who wants it. Besides, who punishes the only absolute God's good and evil? What does God fear that is not tied to the reason of this world like mine? Seek and take refuge as you wish. '

That sort of thing, the collector was strangely convinced.

There is no guilt where you kill how much bacteria that are invisible to people, let alone think good and evil. It could be that the scientist who produces bacteria, tries them, kills them and God's point of view is the same thing.

There is a God.

However, I am indifferent to a person and only think of it as a rare collection at best. Though there seems to be a difference in God's individuality, just like men, considering the God who gave me the most protection.

'Except it's only the supreme God. We can't get involved, but we're always concerned.... Well, if they say it's because of my life and death, it's not until then.'

Somewhere, it also sounded like he was telling me not to be with such an indifferent supreme god.

"... are you sure you just want to draw?

'That's right. I told you not to draw. There is no punishment. I'll put you back on top in a while. And if you take it, you don't get paid. This is me, no, this is our doomed God's plea. That's why I looked like a goddess and invited you to draw voluntarily. "

"... hmm?

The story began to flow in strange directions.

"We recognize the existence of many gods without narrowing our faith into one, and we have the power to trample the ruins on them, and we can portray us correctly. There is no way that such a man will appear early, and it is you who has finally appeared. Therefore the God of the Warcraft spoke unto thee, and it came to pass that thou lovest a woman, and thus waited for me as a statue of the goddess.

"... with you?

With that said, the collector turns his attention to Snow White and Azrona.

You're right about the snow white that finally woke you up, aren't you? and looked back with eyes that included somewhere frightening. Azlona agrees with me yeah. Most of all, Azrona likes to think of everyone in the same way that she likes them.

The collector flaunted his shoulder.

I wouldn't deny it, and I didn't feel bad.

No reward, but no punishment. Just a request to write it down if you get a chance.

The collector had trusted words that were too honest and had nowhere to hide.

More importantly, the statue of the goddess is beautiful and sensual, so I'm not even willing to say no as a keeper.

The statue of a goddess made up of that beast was also beautiful, but this statue of a goddess without arms and the disloyalty because of the absence of both arms, and the instability and harshness of arrows all over her body, further highlighted its beauty.

"... well, by the time I die, if I get a chance, if it feels good"

'I don't mind. A more doomed ordinance, at least our death will be slower than thy life.

Sele answered instantly and told him the name of the God of the Warcraft, which was last painted by the Collector.

The name of the God of Warcraft is' Mixed Ancient (Hungu) ', which seems to be the God of the Barbarians who were once on the Southeastern continent. But the barbarians have perished, and the existence of God has been forgotten?

"... oh, speaking of which. Do you have any idea what happened to Laro and the other investigation teams you were with?

A kind in the presence of God, the vaporized collector asks as he remembers.

"The defeat of the Keeper has created an escape route for each. Looks like Laro's already on his way out."

"Right."

It's normal to think we're dead more than we fell into a pit, and the collectors don't resent Laro for not looking for us.

That's all the collector asks, he quickly takes the paintbrush out of his nose and starts drawing it.

As usual, he pointed his gaze at the goddess, which could be described as some sort of appearance.

"... so faithful to your desires. Well, there's no harm in staying in that frame."

You're not listening to me anymore? and Snow White looks up at the statue of the goddess.

'... I see.... Oh, isn't there a reward? Looks like the God of Warcraft gave it to me too. Well, it's about the world of dreams, I'm not involved in reality at all...'

When the statue of the goddess speaks so snowflake, the Russian snowflake and Azlona sparkle their eyes.

Seems you've already taken advantage of it.... The man at the heart doesn't seem to recognize it, but is it okay? If you like women so much, you can hold us in your dreams as a reward... '

"Hmm?"

The collector overheard the words unconsciously, stopping the tingling paintbrush and trying to look up at the statue of the goddess.

I didn't think you heard, but the goddess was stunned at how brilliant the possessor was to react only to lust...

But before the zodiac raised his gaze, blood fell on the bump on the bundle of leaf paper the zodiac had.

Snow and white were biting.

Disappointed from behind, on the head of the collector. Azlona didn't really know what that meant either, but she's imitating it and biting it on her leg.

The collector wasn't sure what it was, but he stopped the bleeding for now and started painting again.

'Should I say it's hard or dull...'

It's just dull, and Snow White roars.

I don't hate that bluntness the most. Because of its bluntness, it is able to weigh in on the society of the Snow Whites Warcraft, not the society of men. If you are full of talent and ambition, you will try to live with the Snow Whites around people's society. But then it was too cramped for Snow White.

The current balance was just right for Snow White.

'Hmm, you seem to have a pretty good relationship. I can also snort that I liked Mixed Ancient... it seemed a lot more pleasant earlier'

To the words, Snow White's neck turned to the statue of the goddess with much more momentum.

But no, that just roars without even being able to say back what it is...

"If you feel so good, so do I."

Azrona also rides if she wants to, so that she can wear it to the Goddess's words.

No, that was his evil will... and a little more snow white to you.

'Hmm, I don't want others to taste it...'

Ugh, Snow White protests violently, but the goddess doesn't listen, well, the beginning and the end of negotiations begins with me not saying that and letting me just stumble a little bit.

Blend ancient, be this goddess named Sele, he has many appearances. The look of a man, the look of a woman. And the appearance of the beast. If I wanted to taste brushing, it would have been possible in my dreams.

For a while, on the side of the zodiac painting, the goddess, the flying snow leopard and the flying dragon boy were raped and noisy.

Sele, a goddess with no arms, who directs meteors and punishment.

"Mixed Ancient", a goddess whose whole body consists of many beasts, presiding over the prosperity of beasts and descendants.

Three days later, the collector completed the painting of God on those two pillars. with a name and a brief annotation.

Goodbye, then.

Shortly after replying to the Goddess's light words, the collector was flown.

- Since the ruins of Longhua Country, in reverse bungee.

"-Now."

He was a treasurer who suddenly stepped on, but the ground didn't stop to creep up whether to grab a butt cake or not, and if you look at him and the statue of the goddess, I'm angry because I somehow feel like he's laughing with pleasure.

"... you sexually evil goddess. - Ah."

Whimpering about that while enduring the reverse bungee, part of the ground bulges up even more like a pile, hitting the butt hard to embarrass the collector's words and actions. It will no longer be certain that it is God, because he will ignore the barriers, as he naturally does. At least, it is certain that something governs the ruins, and such a presence was synonymous with God for the collector.

Enduring intense oppression and discomfort, the collector has finally returned to the maze ruins. Looking to the side, Snow White and Azrona did not look bitter at all, but rather seemed to enjoy the reverse bungee.

The collector stands up with a sigh.

It feels like a fox or something, but the bunch of leaf paper does depict the goddess.

Reality, or so I thought, once I forgot about the painting and the doomed God, I looked around.

Naturally, Laro is not here.

There is no magic bracelet, no corpse of a four-armed bull demon, and there are only three large, heavy-looking axes.

The collector tries to take it in his hand, but even lifting it is dangerous.

Trying to give up even though I didn't think I was, Snow White smelled a huge axe of humph, and lifted one of them up with his tail.

The collector doesn't know the effect of that big axe, but Snow White seems to have chosen something that looks good.

In a person's society, there is money.

That's what Snow White learned, and he recognized that magic equipment was quite expensive, that is, it would be money.

The collector sees it and reaches out to Azlona.

Sensing the intention, Azlona gladly jumped into the chest of the collector, from where she crawled with the collector's body at will and stuck it on her back.

Azlona has no choice but to be carried by the collector than the snow white tail blocks. Azlona's walking speed got belly armor. It's still slow, and the flight speed isn't that fast.

So finally, the collectors headed for the escape route.

The lead is Snow White.

Slaughter with one blow the warcraft attacking you with a big axe equipped to that tail.

The collector's will continue after that, while recovering the meat consumed during his stay at this site. Many, though, were demon worms, only cow demons were to be recovered. There is no such thing as not being able to eat a warcraft of the human form.

I've eaten monkey shapes, dog shapes, and mostly human and likely meat if I dated snow and white. That doesn't mean anything unusual in this world. It was as repellent as it was in urban areas and at the level of not caring in rural or peripheral areas.

"... how did Laro get out? No, isn't that the same path Laro took in the first place?

The collector, furthermore, realizes that there is no trace of Lalo's battle.

Even though it's been about three days, it's also a ridiculous story that there isn't at all, and I'll ask Snow White about that, but he doesn't see any sign of it.

I'm not on the same path as Laro in the first place, and Laro has either already escaped or died.

If you think about it that way, you'll be convinced.

Even though I felt a little depressed that the ruins would have no choice but to do so, the collector switched his mind and moved on.

I didn't go so fast, but I can find an exit outside in less than a day.

The connection with the outside world is, in other words, contact with the real world, and they can't even involve the goddess when it comes to the entrance and exit. That meant that being swallowed by maze ruins was a coincidence in itself.

Exit where the light is plugged in.

The collectors have finally arrived. But...

"... desert again. What's going on?

The collector shrugged fed up with the sunlight that burned his skin. The snow whites look disgusting on the side too.

The goddess told me that the escape route would open near people or where there were many people.

But all that spreads in front of you is the desert.

Temperatures like being just above a hot iron plate, the wind carrying fine sand and blowing it, and the keeper falls into a sprawling desert. I no longer have the longing I had in the desert. It was flowing with sweat and blood.

Unexpectedly, the snow and white react with a tinge and look back. At the same time, I heard a voice.

"- Hmm, I thought it was the mouth of the trials, with the butt."

The collector felt no sign at all.

Reflect immediately and get fit.

There was already no exit for the maze ruins, and instead a woman stood carrying a great sword that crossed her length. Some men and women stare at this one while in the canoe at that distance.

But the treasurer looked at the woman in front of him, and he dazzled.

- Grrrrrrrr.

Snow White is on guard, but it's not because he doesn't feel hostile, or because he's in a state of war. Azrona was also staring at the woman intriguingly from the back of the treasurer.

"... that skin on 'No Horn'... 'Out West'? So... don't you understand the words"

To the reaction of the collectors, the woman murmured such a thing.

So finally the zodiac reacts.

"... no, I understand the words. I'd appreciate it if you could tell me where this place is."

Where she understood the words, the woman was surprised, but answered.

"This is... the western end of the sand stream. Well, the end of the west, I guess. They say it's a frontier with untouched land, but the sand currents have been cut off here, and I don't know the details."

Assuming this is near Lesiharm, the western end should be the port, the sea or the Mid continent.

But this was a desert.

The collector gets confused.

West? If east, it's impossible, but I still know what that means. Yes, on the eastern side of the Sauran continent, ahead of the Sauran desert.

"... ah"

No, from the east, the possessor thought that Lesiharm was west. Assuming that the exit of the maze ruins has not crossed the sea to reach the Mid Continent, this is...

"... untouched?"

Before they knew it, the collectors had arrived in Lesiharm and the northern powers, as well as in the untouched lands of the Sauranic desert that the brave men were about to traverse.

But that explains the woman in front of you.

Once again, the collector stared at the woman in front of him.

……

The woman doesn't say anything, she comes back in return.

A being that has been staring at me ever since my collector met me.

Elves bearing a great sword beyond their height. It was also a so-called dark elf with dark grey skin. The whole body is hidden with robes, but purple hair, black purple eyes, and about three teardrop-shaped tattoos carved into the eye buttocks.

Dark Elves exist only in mythology.

An elf who once obeyed the Demon King became known as the Dark Elf, but after the Demon King was defeated by the Brave, he lost the power of the Spirit Magic, a race that was supposedly destroyed with the Demon King. Only a myth, though.

"- I'm Nirufal. I am entrusted with the head of the fourth boat of the Buryeag tribe."

The woman who named herself Nirufal did not pass through the gaze of the treasurer, but named herself dignified.

"... a collector, a hunter, no, a hunter. White and big over here is Snow White, and it's Azlona that's snapping on my back. They're both smart, so you can probably tell by talking."

Snow White hums her nose, poking her sooner rather than later at the zodiac stretching under her nose, and shrugging her winged arms as if Azlona, who was on the back of the zodiac, greets her.

The collector did not divert his gaze from the woman and asked for more.

"... it would help if you could show people where they can live. … thank you as much as you can."

I don't want to trust the person I just met, but I didn't already think I could do this on my own with an environment called desert, etc.

Snow White was just agreeing on that, too, or making it a big deal.

"There is no difference between us in saving those who have difficulty in the desert..."

Nirufal's eyes were directed at the great axe on the tail of the snow white.

I want, rather than, it looked like a vigilant breeze.

Indeed, when you come out of the ruins and try again under the light of day, it is a strangely disastrous great axe. It won't be more cursed than Snow White has, but there are multiple overlapping patterns like melted bamboo, which honestly don't calm down.

When the collector asked with his eyes, Snow White nodded.

"If you'll cooperate until there's an eye for life here, I'll give you this big axe as a reward. It would be helpful if you could finally tell me all about it."

To the words of the treasurer, Nirufal was astonished and opened his eyes.

"It would be a testament to having fulfilled the test.... okay?

It's not exactly a magic fixture that was sitting in the center of the maze ruins, but a weapon the watchman had would be similar.

When the collector nodded, Nirufal received the great axe from Snow White.

Nirufal put a heavy axe on his shoulder, weighing whether even the collector could hold it, as if dealing with a normal axe.

"Okay. Let me show you around. I'll do whatever I can. However, there are rules in this land. Although there will be difficulties and difficulties for those outside. Follow that."

"If we don't unilaterally eat or suppress the price. If it's protected, I swear we won't do anything to kill, steal, commit, or deceive."

As is easy for those of different cultures to understand, the collector swears in clear language.

"- Follow me. I'd like to introduce you."

Nirufal stared into the Founder's eyes and then said so, turning his back curly.

What did you see in the eyes of the treasurer? Nirufal was pointing his back at the collectors, arguably defenseless.

Confidence in your own power, or did you believe in the treasurer?

The collector decided to believe in its defenseless hindsight, chasing the shadow of Nirufal stretching out into the desert.

Meanwhile, Laro, who escaped the maze ruins roughly three days earlier than the collector, had reached an oasis of life.

Neither the maze ruins, nor the desert since escaping the ruins, were harsh for Laro, who was not specialized in surviving in the mountains like a sawdust.

"... Pfft, uhm"

The water ran out, and the water sperm was not in the desert.

If I were one more day late, I would have died of thirst. Think of it, this water in the oasis was the water of life for Laro. But...

"- Huh?"

Rallo jumps and finds herself in the fury of a language he has never even heard of. The anger had a mix of obvious killings.

Arrows piercing underfoot.

Laro pulls out his two swords and tries to give his magic to Thunder Elite, but he pulls out his powers.

"... oh, no, damn it"

A dozen men, apparently hand-worked, surrounded Laro in far-flung windings.

I don't feel any signs of spiritual magic, but I feel natural signs of life magic from everyone. That means everyone is a big, small, natural user of enhanced magic.

And the figure was a race that Laro had never even seen.

The blushing red skin was large and muscular, and there were two horns on the forehead, large and small.

The weapon is a Warcraft material, but its processing is sophisticated and not a Warcraft.

It was Laro's view that the natives, who excelled in martial arts,

If you were willing to kill me, you would have hit the first arrow. Of course, it seems like something could be done about one or two people, but it's hard to deal with this number of people, and thus I gave up my resistance. If the word makes sense, it could be a negotiation, but it seemed impossible too.

Laro, who is taken up of weapons and rolled abusively into the sand.

It's not like this to be displaced.

I was tied up with that in mind and caught by the natives.

My life was saved.

But all the weapons and magic equipment were taken away, and Laro was enslaved.