Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

"... Gotta"

Slightly, I thought I heard a familiar short scream.

With a bad feeling, the collector sees or does not see Maryam, who had nibbled on a hairy big bird until earlier.

But the collector soon found Maryam dragged into a nearby alley, a squared house like the one he had made by cementing the soil and into the confines of the house.

The black masked men are blocking my mouth and holding my rampaging hands and legs in as well. No matter how much more suspicious Maryam is than a normal man in a dark elf, he is no better than a warrior of other races trained and fought for 'hero'.

The collector immediately glances at the men in an attempt to help Maryam, but for some reason his movements are dull.

And in the same way, a little stray could be seen in the merchants and guests of Bazaar, who would have noticed Maryam to be grabbed, and in the women of the same Bahyeag tribe. Just because livestock is raging doesn't mean it's something you don't even notice.

The collector pushed and killed the anger of why, and as he immediately tried to knock through the gates of the city, his eyes met for a moment with Maryam, who was on the verge of being taken away in an alley.

Those eyes did plead, 'Help me'.

The collector maximizes physical strengthening and literally jumps into the city, forcing the rampant livestock and those who suppress it.

That's how he finally saw the whole of Maryam with the kidnappers and unleashed the stone elite magic.

Sand erupts violently just below the kidnappers who were already trying to get into the back of the alley, pulling off the kidnappers and Maryam. Kidnappers have sand in their eyes, and there's no way they can keep holding Maryam if sand gets stuck through a gap called a gap in their clothes.

As it was, the collector covered the stripped Maryam with a sphere of sand and launched it.

"- Oh, no, no, no."

Maryam, covered in a sphere of sand, screams and draws a small parabola without knowing what it is, and when he begins to fall to the treasurer, the treasurer takes it softly with sand.

Whatever the reason, if it wasn't a good idea to hurt the other person, the collector had to take this way.

Then I wonder if the kidnappers who took Maryam would just run away, and head back to retrieve Maryam in the sandball.

Even more hand-wound, the Alvara warriors, who seem to be the city's policemen, also rush.

There is no doubt that the former is the enemy, but it does not seem to me that the latter is a collector with an ally.

It is the flux of this desert that the will of the powerful openly prevails. It is determined by the hands of the Alwala, such as the Alwala vigilante. A red horn is visible on the front head of the black-covered men who tried to strip Maryam. It is more natural to assume that the policemen also turn to the enemy.

At this time the Buryeag men and women also finally moved to help Maryam, but the Caveman could not believe it because he was watching their initial hesitation.

So I ran away.

"- Oh, no, no, no."

Even as Maryam screamed for a second time in the rolling sandball with the roundabout, the collector ignored it and ran in the middle of the noisy bazaar, rushing out toward the flotilla.

When the sandball rolls, even the people and the rampant livestock flee by both sides, as if the prophet were to crack the sea.

Blackmasked men and Alwara warriors rushing after it.

- Stay there, you magician.

A keeper who is no longer even in his ear, such as such a stop, accelerates the sandball with Maryam.

Screaming has already interrupted from within the sandball, but I hear occasional vomiting. The sailor remembers seasickness and feels sorry for Maryam, but he can't even stop it.

Almost there. I already had a bunch of boats moored outside the city in sight.

But sometime there was no longer a shadow around him, only the impending footsteps of the blackmasked men and the warriors of the Arwala tribe.

At your feet, an arrow pierces you.

Without even looking behind his back, the collector floated sand from one end with stone sperm magic, like a shield.

Countless arrows poured down there.

Sometimes there are arrows coming through sand shields and sand walls, but they are paid by the shields of the collectors and bounced against physical barriers.

Even as Alvara warriors mounted spears and attempted to storm across the city's entrance and exit to the tumor lizard, they could not attack as they thought they would be interrupted by sand walls rising to block the path.

The Arwala men wrapped their tongues around the protection of their iron walls.

"You're a hipster spellman."

But such a vice could not go on any further, either, in front of the great wave of sand that had brought a sickle all over his eyes.

The collector accelerated even further as he heard the men scream behind his back.

It was a substitute for what could be termed a thin cloth of sand, only known as a big wave of sand, that I released without even looking at. It is like a tiger in a stakeout, and the sand wearers should soon notice and chase after him.

But without hurting anyone, we just have to get to the sandboat.

The purpose of the collector was only to hold back.

Happy or unhappy, the power the collector had polished was geared towards protecting Maryam, blocking the men's attacks and stopping the tracking legs. It was here that the defensive abilities stacked up to the point of bigotry proved true.

I'm getting a lot closer to the sandboat.

We had already detected the anomaly in the boat regiment, and in front of the sand boat we could also see the Buryeag and Nirufal. As much as the chief was absent and needed to protect Anahita and could not be sent out to the city, it was also detected by the collectors.

Almost there, the moment the treasurer thinks so, a huge shadow covers the treasurer's head.

Crimson red, jamside was stuck.

The collector tried to blow his finger whistle without a moment's hesitation, but before that Snow White broke in between Jamshid and the collector.

Already the sun had appeared completely and the smell of the sand burning had begun to drift.

Snow White stares at Jamshid in a careless manner at the rising temperatures, but Jamshid seems rather comfortable with it, with a nibbling grin with a sharp eye.

Snow White slowly repositions himself to draw a circle, sheltering the collectors behind his back.

I'm repositioning the collectors, but Jamsid moves to match Snow White so he even enjoys it.

In the meantime, from the sandboat comes the Buryeag tribe, and from the city comes the blackmasked men and the warriors of the Alwala tribe.

Some time later, the Buryeags and the Cavemen on the back of the sandboat and the Alwara and the black-marked men on the back of the city were located behind Snow White and Jamshid, respectively.

Nirufal asks the collector first. Behind was Farood and the other bowmen, the rest of the men.

- What happened?

When the collector is briefly talking about the situation, the men and women who were obstructing the Arwala tribe in the form of chasing after the collector also come and explain. Though I seemed sorry, I told only the facts exactly.

Their hesitation, albeit only for a moment, to rescue Maryam was caused by the kidnappers' outfits and their red horns.

First, the black mask was a costume when engaging in 'kidnapping marriages', which can be considered customs and customs around here.

"Kidnapping marriage" is literally about a man abducting a woman and pressing her to marry. Convincing the abducted women are the women who were once abducted and entered their daughter-in-law, also using the chastity notion that once they entered a man's house they would consider that there had been an act, to persuade the abducted woman and make her give up.

Some women really don't shake their heads vertically, but even if they could go home, they would be seen as filthy women in the narrow public of tribal society and live in contempt for life.

It is also said that the method of rushing off, which was originally used when the parents' decided dowry was unacceptable, was also a custom initiated by the inexorable stripping of women of other tribes who happened to be able to meet them because they never met other tribes in the vast desert and could not put other blood in by marriage. There is also talk of simply being born on the extension line of acts of looting, to preserve inter-tribal harmony without enslavement.

But the Buryeags, who lived a little differently than all the other nomads and desert people, forbade kidnapping marriages, just like pillaging.

Naturally, the Buryeag men have never had a kidnapping marriage. but there were only a few women who did not like forgiveness and ran away in the form of kidnapping marriages. This was not because women were sloppy, but because of the structural problem of marriage that even if a man had kidnapped a woman and the Buryeags could not recognize it as his daughter-in-law, they could not even stop a woman from leaving in the hope of being kidnapped.

Wherefore the Buryeags, who were with the treasurers, were not able to help Maryam, because they were lost for a moment. Maybe this kidnapping marriage was what Maryam wanted, he said.

Besides, in order to stop the kidnapping marriage, we had to confront the black-marked men who showed two horns, that is, the kidnappers of the Alvara tribe, and if they had been harmed, our relationship with the Alvara tribe could have deteriorated. Whatever. The other person's kidnapping marriage is a publicly recognised method in some ways, and there is no fine dust, such as the intention to kill Maryam. Even for the Buryeags, there was a possibility that Maryam would not want marriage and that he could take it back if he negotiated it later.

The fact that there was no bow or deputy bow on the spot who knew Maryam well, Nirufal or Farood, or any inter-tribal finesse, also had an impact.

The collectors, who didn't know there was such a backward circumstance, looked at the Buryeag tribe as if it smelled frigid, but they honestly thanked the collectors.

And Nirufal, who heard the circumstances, rarely scolded the Caveman either.

"You did a great job.... By the way, what about Maryam?

"... oh, then -"

I was about to say, a black masked man who took off his mask stood beside the jamside and stated his mouth.

"- Bass It is a child, Mahmoud. We ask you to hand over to us the sorcerer who committed lawlessness in our dominion, and Maryam, who should be my wife."

Nirufal stands beside the snow white and returns his mouth because there is no general bow and elders, who are also chiefs, and the bow of the most and second boats cannot leave with Anahita's protection. The bow of the third boat gave way to Nirufal because he knew that Nirufal and Maryam were close.

"- It's Nirufal, the head of the fourth boat. This is your dominion, but it is also a neutral zone. In such a place there are disgraceful people who try to abduct the daylight grand ladies, and the guests who happen to be there just saved the ladies. In addition, Chief Goudals is the daughter, Maryam is unmarried, and there is no forgiveness for his wife. - But it would also be true that there was a mistake between us. Why don't we change places and discuss this later?"

Nirufal tries to do things in peace by saying so, but Mahmoud sees it as weak hips and demands it.

- The magician wounded my tribe, but what?

"Guest spells do not have the power to hurt the brave Alwara. Besides, they fall into the Alvara tribe like warriors who cry to the point of kneeling."

- What about the market that the magician tore up and destroyed?

"Later, I came to apologize and let you redeem the damage. but it was in the hands of this spellman that he stopped the rampage of many livestock in the first place and captured them intact. I can't believe you forgot that."

"Nooo..."

The Mahmoud, who was high enough to do nothing for fear of inter-tribal conflict, such as the Buryeag tribe, was irritated by Nirufal, who said it well out of the blue.

But it is a Buryeag with a philosophy that is not an exaggeration when it comes to the opposite of the Alwara, but that is why we have not given up, endured and sneaked everything up. It has crossed with each tribe to preserve Anahita and not shed blood in the desert, even as it conceded and lost money, to make that loss go away.

I haven't even been in an inter-tribal meeting yet. I didn't even deal with him in the Mahmoud.

"- Don't you think it's wild to pinch your mouth in a man-woman's encounter?

Removing the black mask, it was Lidwan, the youngest son of Basit, who stood beside the Mahmoud. Seeing blood rising on Mahmoud's head, he pinched his mouth.

"Maryam doesn't have a lover, so there's nothing like being called wild"

"Well, why don't you ask him in person? If nothing seems to be answered, the responsibility of that magician, who interrupted the encounter even though he was not asked for help, is enormous and is not to be forgiven. In addition, the Buryeags who sheltered it must be punished in some way."

Nirufal sees the keeper.

In that gaze, the collector remembered Maryam, who had completely forgotten without screaming or vomiting, and released the sandball.

"- Wouldn't there be a way to carry it like this? I can't see anything, my head's gonna hit me with cancer, and it's gonna make me sick."

Maryam looked around the moment the sandball was released and found a keeper, stuffed with momentum that just jumped.

"Ooh. Sorry."

When the collector apologized softly, he immediately corrected his posture and looked straight at the collector, whether that was enough for him or he noticed his own impolite behavior.

"But thanks"

"- Maryam, do you know the men you tried to strip?

To the words of Nirufal, who asked in anticipation of the time when Maryam settled, Maryam glances at Mahmoud and Lidwan and disputes.

"Damn, I know this one too -"

But I couldn't say any more.

It wasn't just Maryam, all the Buryeags were stiffening their bodies.

Jamsid snorts, Lidwan snorts nastyly.

"This is why women are in trouble. The only thing I don't like is attitude, and I sincerely hope to be put together by the strong. No, you don't say anything in this case, so be honest."

Lidwan, and Mahmoud was grinning slightly.

Jamshid's intimidation sealed Maryam's words.

If you try to be other Alwara warriors you don't know about, such as the intimidation of Jamshid, the two think of each other because Maryam can't say anything. After all, think that what Mahmoud is saying is right, and be sure of your will.

"- I heard the desert man is proud, but his brain and lower body seem pretty humble."

The only collectors who could withstand the intimidation of Jamshid had no choice but to criticize Mahmoud and Lidwan, and even the culture of the desert itself, painfully, because Nirufal was stiff.

It was no different from the snow-white intimidation routinely exposed in training, such as the intimidation of jamsides, which was easy to bear.

Mahmoud and other Alwala tribes turn bright red on their faces to the rumblings of the collectors, but Lidwan says farewell.

"The facts must be the facts, right? Unless the woman can answer, you're the big sinner who interrupted the two encounters and hurt my countrymen. If that happens, the Buryeags won't be able to shelter themselves."

"So if you guys can't answer my questions from now on, will what I said be true"

"What? What?"

Snow White, who was irritated by Jamsid's uncomfortable gaze and intimidation, unleashed intimidation before the collector could look at him.

Kidnappers stiff on the spot as if frozen. Lidwan with a weak arm, etc. has shivered his whole body.

"A little early. I haven't attached my promise yet."

Snow White, with his cheeks swollen and disgruntled by the words of the collector, reluctantly releases the intimidation.

"- Well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well..."

Even if Lidwan manages to say it back with a trembling voice, he is speechless. Mahmoud opens his mouth instead.

"Huh, what did you find out? More than I can confirm."

"- Kidnapping failed. That's all you got, right? If you're a man of the desert, get clean, you ugly bastard."

But the treasurer blocked the words, and insulted them.

Mahmoud's anger reached its pinnacle once and for all when those who knew the man in the desert, not guests who knew no custom, took pride down from the front.

"... you must be ready"

"Threaten me before you do. Then I don't like it, but I know the truth. Oh, a desert man wouldn't even hold a woman until he intimidated the Amulet Beast."

I can't keep my mouth shut with the Alwala people that far as they say, but for some reason Jamshid has no sign of lifting the intimidation.

I had a strange time.

Mahmoud will not move on to exercising his powers unless he even tries to defuse the intimidation.

Neither do the collectors attack because the Mahmoud does not move to exercising strength. And -.

"- I have a suggestion"

Mahmoud whined slightly as he looked at the jamside at something, then looked at the possessor and told him.

"Our Guardian Warcraft, Master Jamshid, and your Guardian Warcraft will fight and win it all. If Master Jamshid wins, he will have Maryam, your personality, and the Guardian Warcraft. I can't pursue anything else. And if your guardian warcraft triumphs, we will retreat. Ask no questions about this matter."

"Asshole. Why, blah."

Too one-sided a demand, the keeper tries to kick it lightly, as usual, but the snowy tail blocked it.

When I looked at the snow white, thinking no way, my eyes shimmered and demanded that I let them fight.

but it's not exactly something that can be determined by the existence of a collector.

The collector saw Maryam and Nirufal, which still could not be intimidated by Jamshid.

First, Maryam, with a bitter face, still managed to nod.

The collector is surprised to see it, but Nirufal wrinkles between his eyebrows as well, and puts his strength all over his body.

All I had to do was let that happen, bounced Jamside's intimidation and declared it.

"- Say no"

It is the result of continued pairing with snow and white, albeit for a short period of time. And the other men, who gave signs of bloodshed so that they could follow it, would break the intimidation one after the other, but the women just couldn't.

"... are you insane?

"No matter what, no one turns it over. If you still don't like it, take it and stand. - Klando, can you help me?

Nirufal made his decision and stared at the collector.

If Snow White wins the fight, there is certainly no problem at all. But in the unlikely event that Snow White loses, the Alwara will grow even further. But even if you refuse to talk, there's no way the Arwala are just leaving.

Regardless of how it rolls, clashes with the Arwala are inevitable. When I thought about the tribe, I couldn't choose the uncertain option of betting on Snow White wins, etc.

Then you'd better say no to the duel and fight with the collectors here and now. This is only a collision triggered by Mahmoud's forceful abduction, and there are drops.

However, cooperation between the collector and Snow White was imperative for this purpose. Because if Snow White suppresses Jamshid and the Buryeags and the Collectors defeat the rest, the rest will settle in the form of a runoff of the Mahmoud. If it's just the number of people here right now, we'll figure it out.

The collectors didn't know such a difficult inter-tribal balance of power, but if they ask me to cooperate with the Buryeag tribe, I like them enough to be comfortable with it if it's not even muscular, and I have a sense of annoyance. And it was the same with Snow White and Azrona.

"You can't just let me get away with it."

When the collector replied so, he stared at Nirufal as Snow White also agreed. Either way, you fight Jamshid, so there's no denying Snow White.

"- So, what about you?"

In the eyes of Nirufal, who was ready, the mahmoud, on the contrary, was wolfed.

As a matter of fact, I have no authority to deal with the Buryeags in the Mahmoud. The chief's policy is not, at least, to allow a total confrontation. There is no such thing as a fight without a big name.

Mahmoud just acted as Jamshid told him, incited the men, and kidnapped the woman.

I can't handle much of the power of Anahita, and I don't rule or retaliate. Mahmoud had assumed that if he was always a weak-hearted Buryeag, he could not have roughed things up with the Alwala.

Mahmoud looks at Jamshid with a glaring eye, but Jamshid looks bored and turns his eyes to Mahmoud. He no longer seemed to be losing interest, just his cruel, heartless eyes staring down at the muffled mood.

"- Oh, shit, I'll do it."

Mahmoud was self-inflicted and screaming. There is no way my father would allow this much lapse, and there is no longer a chief's eye.

The warriors of the Arwala tribe, who watched over their accomplishments, pulled out their swords, according to the words of the Mahmoud. I am a candidate for the next chief and even jamside. It is the desert man's way of life that follows the decisions of the tribe, whether good or evil.

- Until then.

There, Haitham in battle outfit raised his voice from behind the warriors.

"- I'm here in the name of the chief. Warriors, clear the way."

Haitham's voice, the second son of Basit, sounds wonderful, and the warriors pave the way in confusion.

Muffmood and Lidwan staring at Hitham in a glimpse. I couldn't say anything to the term chief's name.

Haitham looked out for Nirufal, blind to both of them.

"- I hear the circumstances. But no matter how stupid you are, you can't leave without crushing your face. What do you say we get on with Mr. Jamsid's suggestion earlier?"

What did Nirufal look like now?

"No matter, let's change the terms. If Master Jamshid wins, your Guardian Warcraft Hall belongs to Master Jamshid, as well as the spellman and Fei Long's stature, will be kept here. So let's forget everything. And in the unlikely event that Master Jamshid loses, we will not have anything to do with this case, and we will pay an apology from here. That's it. We leave no remorse for each other. This is also the chief's suggestion"

That's what Haitham demanded.

It is a condition that at first glance appears to make little difference, etc., but what is unpleasant about this deal is that the wave of problems is narrowed down to snow white and the possessor only, leaving no impact whatsoever on the Buryeag tribe, whether they win or lose.

But if you don't take it, Jamshid might try to do something again, and there can be a total clash here right now.

The collector also came here and realized that Jamsid was rolling his desire for snow and white. I don't know why I was interested, etc., but the collectors arrived, livestock stormed conveniently, kidnapping happened conveniently, and there's no way this can happen conveniently.

It was more natural to think that Jamsid stirred up the Alwara tribe, the Mahmoud, to get snow and white.

In other words, you can't leave jamside alone. For our own sake, and not to bother the Buryeag tribe. With this condition, there is no posterior rot.

The collector never saw Nirufal or Maryam.

This is our problem. I owe you or owe you to the Buryeags. Nor does it mean fighting to avoid total clashes. But it was far bigger to sever the edge with jamside than that. And...

When the collector looked at the snow white to be sure, the snow white made his eyes shimmer just like earlier, nodding.

It was also a ridiculous story that Snow White wanted to fight, but the Founders refused. Only the possessor and the snow and white are equal as individuals.

"- Okay. Let's take it."

Jamsid laughed disastrously.

All Snow White says is that he can finally crush it, and he stares at Jamside.

Next to it, the collector slammed the flank of the snow and white several times, retreating to the rear.

If Snow White wins, it's roughly over. That way, we will live apart from the Buryeags.

That's fine, the collector thought.

Live in the mountains with the snow whites, paint as much as you like, and sometimes get into the city's mess.

If I could have lived in peace that way, I realized that was best. No, I remember.

I was lost at the boundary between the wilderness and the desert, living in Reciharm, bewildered by different cultures, confused in the desert, colliding with customs, thinking all the time about my way of life, but in the end that was all I had. That's all I could do.

That was also the case in Japan. Earn as much money as you can eat, and keep painting until you die. It may be a skewed thought born without being able to get a job, but I thought that was fine.

It is ironic to visit the desert and twilight along the way, to reaffirm one's own roots in the back of the desert, but neither could one be familiar with the Spiritualist mindset nor with the desert mindset that it is power that winners get everything in its entirety.

However, if you live on your own, this desert was convenient.

This desert, which seems to be able to do something with individual power, had more room to live as a keeper than the Mid Continent, where there is a troublesome existence of a huge enemy or brave man: a nation capable of slaughtering even snow and white. Of course, it's a lie when it comes to not relying on the power of snow and white, but on the contrary, it also means that with the power of snow and white, we can somehow live in a world.

Of course I can't stay with the Buryeags.

It means living in a threesome force: the Zodiac, the Snow White, and the Azlona. Then all responsibility lies with us.

Sand streams and desert crossings were made possible by snow and white. I hope you got the water in a deal with the Buryeags. If you're ready to go back, it might be interesting to sneak up on Lesi Harm.

Live in the desert with the snow whites, paint as much as you like, and sometimes engage with the Buryeags and other tribes. You can do as much as an interpreter.

The collectors were beginning to draw their future diagrams that way.

When the collectors were making such a decision, the Nirufals were staring at it with a face like they had pushed something to death.

It was the same face when we had to overlook the plunder, when we could avenge our fellow men.

The collector did cause a lot of trouble, but even gave it to me at the same time.

Therefore, I no longer lend or owe anything. Rather, as much as I owed Mary.

Yet, the collector, no, Snow White says he fights. We may fight for ourselves, but it does also make sense to avoid the all-out clashes between the Alwaras and the Buryeags.

The collectors don't like to fight. It would have been understandable if we had also lived for a while to dislike ways in which free will was suppressed and principles distorted. So I could guess that you wouldn't even like these gambling fights.

Still, the collectors are trying to fight.

I don't know who that's for. Not the Nirufals. Of course, there is a part about it for the collectors themselves, but if that's all it is, we just have to fight with ourselves, and we don't have to take bets.

One question had arisen for Nirufal when he saw the back of the retreating collector slapping one or two snow whites with full confidence. It is a question to oneself.

I wonder if the Buryeags, who have overlooked the looting, deserve to sweeten this.

Just like ourselves, I hope the collectors overlooked the all-out clashes between the Buryeags and the Alwaras.