Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

Another collaborator proposed by Laro was Haitham.

Highsome was able to intervene at a time that was arguably exquisite, except because he had known beforehand what Mahmoud was doing.

High Sam was suddenly spoken to by Jamshid last night and learned about Mahmoud's plans. He caused disturbances in livestock and stripped Maryam of the Buryeag tribe.

Naturally High Sam tried to stop it, but Jamshid was not allowed to move without stopping him or saying anything, and even ordered him to put on that butt plush and roll the story in a direction that was in keeping with Jamshid's wishes when the Mahmoud failed.

Hearing from Jamside, Laro thought the Mahmoud would have a high probability of failing, involving Highsome.

Because I also suspected that a tribe called the Buryeag tribe, said to be weak and weak, would never be. Otherwise, we cannot survive in a desert ruled only by this force, he said. Wisdom and force are well prepared, so there is nothing but survival.

That's why I let High Sam use Mahmoud's failures. Naturally, no other Alwara tribe knows that they cooperated with Jamshid. Because if they find out, they could be buried secretly, like just slaves.

Unbeknownst to the Alwara, I can get in the mood for jamside.

That was all that was in Lalo.

In the desert, equidistant from the sandboat and Nihafa, stared the mighty beasts of warfare.

Jamsid enlarges his blood crystals and grows them on his nails and limbs, and even wraps flames and thunder around his whole body, looking at the snow white and nodding his tongue.

Snow White doesn't yield to just fighting and winning. Where he stripped the treasurer, he fought without his will, and after that he is a female who may harm herself whether she wins or loses.

It is troublesome from the point of stripping the collectors in the first place to listen to the Alvara interlocutors, with his arms as a spellman specialized in defense by the time he was paranoid, and his personality to call snow and white without hesitation before going into crisis, which is also difficult to strip without snow and white noticing. This is all the more so if you are with the Buryeags.

That's why Jamside came up with the idea of using the pride of snow and white.

By taking the form of a duel, you can subdue it. Proud, but therefore not good at breaking promises. Disgusting, but yielding.

However, for that reason, it was not interesting to collapse the comfort of life as it stood, and it was to stir up a trinket called Mahmoud, etc. Too cautious in the chief's bass it, too smart to use in Highsome.

In the Mahmoud it was assumed that it could have failed, but a slave named Laro unexpectedly understood something called a person.

Jamsid also understood the social fabric, but has not been able to understand people's spirits in depth. It was fundamentally too different in all respects from those similar to the vulnerable. Rallo and I are not extremely wise to turn, but I could still imagine how the Mahmoud would move, how the Buryeags would decide and what the end would be than Jamshid.

Snow White was willing to do it this time, and was staring at Jamside.

Being in an all-powerful state of battle makes its whole body gleam golden. Slightly reduces flames and thunder due to the effect of lifestones embedded in the bracelet. More Thunder Avoid Sand Snakes all around.

Snow White and Jamside peek into each other's gaps, as they circle.

- The first shot was a head-on.

Snow white and jamside foreheads collide, and a dull, hard roar echoes.

The shock becomes an invisible wave and passes to the collectors staring away, but the snow whites remain staring at each other at close range.

The thunder scattered by the jamsides discharged the snake of snow and white sand, and the flames that burst were also deflected by the wind, and the rest by the sand.

It was difficult to say that snow and white, which could not use ice or darkness, were able to give full force, but the knowledge and tools gained in life with the possessor were making up for it.

Snow and white scattered the flaming, then rolled up sand into the eyes of the jamside, clawing to decide where it had become a blind spot.

But Jamside responded to it and took it with an enlarged red crystal nail, wielding the opposite nail violently.

Snow White takes it, and the two stay together with their front legs for a moment, half standing.

When minutes are bad with pure force, Snow White uses the power of jamside to flush right and wrong.

So the two tails staggered.

The red crystal tail of a jamside like a series of blades and the snow and white tail like a sand-wrapped whip rattle as if they were when they hit each other vigorously and well with a metal whip.

Snow White, antagonized by the power of jamside at tail length and speed, accelerates without mistake.

By the time Jamside looked back, the snow white had already disappeared from its sight.

But Jamsid laughed pleasantly rather than in a hurry, exploding a flame all over his body.

Explosive flames swallow the snow and white that were looming from behind, but only the golden remnants were devoured by the exploding flames.

Snow white, which was instantly diving in the sand, devoured from directly beneath the jamside to his belly.

But only a few pieces of meat were chewed up. His jaw was paralyzed by a bunch of lightning strikes fired shortly afterwards, and Snow White again stood in the front of the jamside through the sand.

Jamsid had only a slight wound to his belly, while Snow White, by contrast, scorched his body and had severe thunderbolt wounds on some of his jaws.

"- Give in. Pregnant my child."

Jamsid put in the will to sound like snow white only.

- Gwong.

I'll bite that blinding bump off, and Snow White will rip his fangs off.

The belly of the jamside, which was decided earlier, was originally aimed at the bump at the base of the tail, but was avoided by the jamside.

The two healed their wounds as they spoke and moved the snow and white roar back to signal.

The nails and nails scrape the claws, and the two tails bump into each other.

Each time the dust rises, but it is burned and dyed black by the flames of jamsides and paid for by the snow and white winds.

Snow White takes the blow of the hard blood crystal wrapped around the jam cid at times with his fangs and chews it up.

But the instant repairing blood crystal wrapped flames and thunder, pierced the white hair of the snow and white, and burned the flesh.

Snow and white are irritating.

Jamsid's power is not speed and moves, and flames and thunder endure with sand and wind, but he can't really break the strength and regeneration of the blood crystal. I don't have a decision.

Snow White gradually increases the scratches. I get wounds more often, and I can't keep up with the healing.

Jamsid is not out of hand. I'm just fighting all I can and trying not to kill you.

Only slightly more Jamsid beat the local power.

"- Bend down. On your knees."

This was the limit in the flames, or Jamshid, who roughly grasped the palm of Snow White's hand, pronounced himself.

This alone has made man foolish and warcrafty give in as well. Once a small but even giant soldier has been slaughtered.

- Gurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

But Snow White will not yield. The white hair is scorched black and dyed red, but its grey golden eyes are unwavering.

The back leg lifts tightly and the front leg nail grips slightly into the sand. And for some reason, gold fell out of my whole body.

Bet on a blow.

Feeling such willingness, Jamsid, for the first time here, wrinkled deeply at the tip of his nose.

Sometimes something like snow and white appears. Someone who has interacted too much with people and has lost his beast instincts. You lose the ability to feel the difference in power, and you don't realize that until you die.

But Jamsid rethinks.

He said he would be glad to correct such a person.

I'll crawl him over and over again, Jamsid said, finding new fun and looking to snow and white.

Snow White and Jamside turn around and stare at each other quietly.

But only the air was stuck, and the collectors watching even felt breathless.

Until now, the sun-heated sand and wind were always blowing that difference between strength and weakness.

That's what I do unexpectedly.

The sand danced slightly.

Snow White, which releases the power of the back leg, accelerates to top speed at once.

Jamside isn't as good as snow white, either, run.

Though you can't beat it at speed, a snow and white blow won't be fatal. Jamsid, who had noticed it, was not in a hurry, even if Snow White accelerated to the highest speed to set up more feints.

Bottom, right, left and white remnants run.

Downstairs, or no. Jamsid intuited that the real aim was the throat whistle.

Therefore, when you expose your throat, you make it look like it, and you keep it down from the top. That's how I swelled my lower body into inferior expectations to keep her pregnant.

But the snow is coming from there. Plus, acceleration.

Just a little crazy jamside for the bill is to jump over and re-compartmentalize once.

White and red, staggered.

Jamside looks back in preparation for the snow-white chase, biting his teeth inside that he could only avoid a blow aimed at his throat.

Strangely, Snow White was on the spot, without pursuing.

I wonder if Jamside finally understood the difference in power, but he finds something at the foot of Snow White that is familiar and should never be there, stiff.

- Testicles.

Precisely everything about the genitals, Snow White was kicking in.

And just that I could finally clean the obstacle, I stepped on it.

- Gaaaaaaaaaa!

The wound itself is not deep. However, Jamsid was struck by severe phantom pain when his genitals were trampled in front of him.

It wasn't actually painful because it was cut so nicely, but the brain created an illusion about the fact of the shock. No matter how high the Warcraft, I can't cure what I've lost. Because you can't grow it.

The pain in the testicles is endless in language, but if you are strong and analogous, it may be similar to what you would say if you punched a five-dimensional nail with force all over your deep tooth decay. In the case of Jamsid, it was enough to roar unconsciously, adding even more loss and anger to it.

That was only a slight gap.

But Snow White couldn't have missed it, and instantly staggered with Jamside.

It is jamside even if it rots. I took the nails and tails, even when I was upset, and avoided them.

But for some reason, Jamside's whole body was chopped up.

Wounds are deep, but not fatal. But Jamsid didn't understand the attack. I didn't even understand why the bumps were cut off in the first place.

Snow White runs again, at full speed.

Then apart from some offense, Jamsid's entire body was severed deeper and deeper.

Besides, the snow and white came back, and I chopped and trampled the bumps, further chopped, trampled and mixed in the sand, and paid with my front leg. As if it were dirty. He didn't really like the word to make me pregnant.

Humiliation, severe pain, incomprehensibility, … and fear.

Jamsid remembered the fear of a male, his father, who had only once felt it when he was a young beast, in the emotions he had begun at birth - and fled.

Spread the flames and thunderbolts, and eject the wrapped blood crystals from all over your body.

Snow White tries to go after it, but Gakun and his back leg lose their power.

Determined unable to chase him, Snow White scatters looming flames and thunderbolts with wind and sand serpents, slamming down all the blades of blood crystals that blast and fly in momentum with their tails.

Filled with flames, thunder, lacerations caused by blood crystals. Furthermore, the leg power had been significantly reduced by an acceleration imitating the collector's "all-powerful blow". The gold came out of his body because he poured it into a blow. I came back and cleaned the bumps in order not to be noticed that I could rest my body.

Seeing Jamshid quickly escape as a red dot, Snow White tongued with remorse.

Jamsid ran away.

He also hurt himself with the last blow he ejected by pulling off the blood crystal forcefully, but you can cure such a thing.

But the lost genitals don't go back.

The anger outweighed the fear of Snow White now. No, I was free from that fear because I was able to flee.

That fact was more humiliating to Jamsid than anything else.

The desire to conceive disappeared, only the desire to kill instead enlarged.

The obsession with snow and white turned into hatred.

It was a moment of staggering, like a fulfillment between samurai.

At that moment, Snow White accelerated to a speed like never seen before, mixing the feints and definitely cutting off the genitals of the jamsides.

The collector could not follow Snow White with his eyes, but he understood what he had done.

Since I was in the Allerduria Mountains, a circulation of sand resembles that of a snake used as a lightning rod.

But the modern knowledge of the collector and the covert training of snow and white transformed it into a "sand chain saw (chainsaw)".

At first glance the sand did not seem to have changed somewhat, but it was actually circulating at super high speeds, with a sharp blade.

Snow and white exhibit unparalleled strength in cold areas, but in hot places the power of war decreases. It was a snow-white-only move we developed to overcome it.

Even if the collector uses it, he probably can't use it because snow and white use wind in addition to sand. It was such a substitute.

When Snow White, who slowly returns, sees the treasurer, somehow turns to the pussy and goes to Maryam, free from the intimidation of Azlona and Jamsid.

There were also Nirufal, Farood and other Buryeag tribes there, appeased by the Snow White victory. It means, of course, that Snow White has returned safely.

Snow White avoided the treasurer because he was embarrassed.

Regardless of "Sand Chain Saw," it was the truth that "A Strike of All Might" was a complete imitation of the Collector, and Snow White, who recognized the Protector of the Collector, could not be honest at all.

The keeper, who did not know that, thought that if Snow White noticed whether it was a rebellion period, a menopause disorder, etc., he would definitely be punished.

"- Die, yeah, yeah, yeah."

There, Mahmoud suddenly roared and waved his sword at the collector.

If you've exposed all this ugliness, you no longer have that position as the chief. The jamside was torn, too, and was no longer in retreat.

At the very least, he tried to show the possession of a man in the desert. No, no, no, no.

Winners get everything.

Except for special customs, desert codes are exhaustive of this word. Therefore, Mahmoud tried to win and get everything. Even if he can't win, he says he should be able to show the possession of a desert man.

But the collector takes this lightly on the sand wall and breaks its foot.

An alarm once took the life of one whore. So again, I wasn't even willing to let the same thing happen.

It was a muffled mood that was about to be buried in the sand for a long time, but even though it was muffled and immature, it had a natural understanding in the battle, and the training ground is crooked.

Without killing the momentum of the sword I waved down myself, I turn forward with my body forward, passing beside the collector. And soon he flips and turns back to the collector, but there he is stunned.

The collectors formed a strict sand wall, showed no further signs of fighting, and asked Snow White for help.

Jamshid's defeat was just as unpredictable and often frustrating for Hitham, but he finally showed movement in Mahmoud's earliest intentions, and in the actions of his keepers against it.

"... you just don't have that"

Ask the snow white you just fought for more help. And Snow White is trying to respond to that, too.

High Sam's groaning voice was answered as if the collector was fed up.

"... it's over, isn't it? If you kill them, they resent you, and if you run, you coward. Then be a coward."

It was the answer considering the previous experience of the collectors, and the culture of this desert.

"... if possible, I want you to fight me. It would be humiliating if I told you this, but my brother doesn't have a place in the family anymore. To be clear, arbitrariness has passed. Father, no, the chief would have spilled his eyes on me if he had produced results, but it would have been tantamount to ignoring the chief's orders if things had happened so far. Can you at least make him proud at the end?

"If you fight and kill, no, you don't have to kill me. You guys resent me"

"If you leave your brother alone, he'll end up resenting you."

Exactly retreat or hell, move on or hell. Haitham went on to say.

"That's the fate of this desert. chain of retaliation that follows infinitely. If you don't like that, you just have to be like the Buryeags there. I'm sorry because I don't fit the gender. [M] It's just that, if you fight my older brother, I'm tempted to keep my mind somewhat better and keep my people in check. I can't promise you I can keep it down."

"I have decided not to believe the promise of that hand. If you resent me, resent me."

That's how the zodiac was protected by snow and white, took enough distance, and the muffled mood that saw it collapsed off his knees.

Haitham said nothing more and tried to leave. There, the collector called out.

"- But the next time you get your hands on it, I'll kill all the Alvaras... there's snow white. Of course I'm coming."

I'm a little sorry, but that's the truth, so I can't help it.

"... they allow that?

The collector shrugged. Like I said, what the hell are you talking about?

"They like it. But mine, no, I didn't forgive you until you tied our freedom. I don't know how to balance the power in this desert. So if you get your hands on me and my associates, I'll fight and I'll kill you."

"Does that associate include the Buryeag tribe?

"You bet. Snow and white can cross regardless of sand flow or desert. I can kill anywhere, anytime."

The fact shocked High Sam.

Even jamsides can only move to shallow parts of the sand stream.

"... Still, I need to be ambitious"

"- Is it worth following you guys? You don't. We just want to live quietly. So be careful, okay? I'm not as strong as the Buryeags. When I do it, I do it one by one, and I sleep on my neck. I'll never fight you from the front."

It is a guerrilla declaration.

Snow White became the backshield of the Buryeag tribe, but it is even more so now.

I'm not willing to get involved.

But it's better than not being a tiger with a stakeout. This makes this desert a little easier to live in.

"Believe it," he said?

Snow White and the Buryeag clan join hands and reign in the desert. In that case, no, if that's what you think, no other tribe will shut up either. There is also the possibility of coming together and attacking us in the Great League.

"- Trust me. I can kill all of you here."

Now that there is no jamside, the situation is completely reversed. Over time, Jamshid will also be resurrected, but now, we can bury the Alwaras.

But I won't do it. The collector had told Haitham to think about what it meant.

Regardless, the collectors don't do it because of their connections to the Buryeags, but if the Alwaras still come with their hands, they really thought it was a good idea to have a guerrilla fight. Plus I could just cut the front and kill a non-hostile woman and child.

Haitham now put together the other Alwara warriors and tried to pull them off.

"- I didn't know a man like Mahmoud. That was just a kidnapping."

When Maryam finally said what he wanted to say, he strained his chest.

Whatever the circumstances, I wanted to tell you the truth. For not being able to twist the facts.

"The woman here is a mess.... Well, I don't hate you."

Calming the warriors who stood up to Maryam's words, Haitham turned back this time.

Promises will be kept, it certainly remains to be said.

"- Thank you."

Nirufal spoke so to the hot, hot, tarnished snow white and the collector who was about to return to the convoy with Azrona captured by Maryam.

I'm glad the collectors abandoned the Buryeags on that spot.

I have overlooked the looting, the Buryeag tribe that has abandoned me has no right to blame me for it. Even a fight together, something you don't need to do if you're meant to be.

Nirufal just made that decision for the tribe, and there's no need for the collectors to cooperate with it at all.

"I don't know. I don't know what's going to happen."

The treasurer had the grace of first picking it up, and the grace of taking care of his life. After that I made a mistake and brought in a crisis.

There was a burden. Whether convinced to overlook the looting or not, it led to a crisis, which was a definite burden.

But most importantly, I didn't want to abandon him. The same as intervened in the looting.

But the collectors are oblivious to the political balance of this desert. Snow White just paid for the impending crisis for now. I just tried to intimidate you a little bit.

That's all I can do, and there are many realities in the world that can't be cured by that.

The collector was to realize it a few days later.

"- Was that true?

A collector who stuffed up to a man who had a certain rumor during the night guard and heard more stories.

With that leg, I headed straight under Nirufal.

There were other Faruds and Maryams at the beginning of the convoy, but the collectors questioned Nirufal, regardless.

"- It seems that Maryam is going to his wife. Is that all you got?

Nirufal, who perceived what the collector was trying to say, only says, oh.

"Hey, are you insane? So that was a waste of time? Wouldn't it have saved you a lot of trouble if you'd been kidnapped like that?

Nirufal did not answer with his lips drawn and tied, but Maryam answered instead.

"- That's not true. If I had been kidnapped, I would have been treated like a loot. I almost became a low-status wife, like I didn't know what I was going to do. But if you are politically married, you will be treated as a decent wife, first lady. Don't tell me what you did to help me is for nothing."

Maryam's political marriage. That was the reason the collector yelled at Nirufal.

It is also the political marriage partner, that high sum.

Originally, Mahmoud, the eldest son of the Alwara clan chief, was Maryam's opponent, but the other day's lapse changed him to his second son, Haitham?

What the collector said was futile was that both kidnapping and political marriage were the same thing if they were together.

Maryam, who seems to have already accepted a political marriage, and Nirufal and Farood, who do not deny it, were incomprehensible to the collectors.

"... there was originally a story itself, but suddenly I decided to talk. Look, you suddenly moved from Gazlan to Nihafa, didn't you? He was married to the Alvara clan, and Zira died."

A man who was politically married dies and Maryam says he will go to enter into a new political marriage.

But there was no way the collector could convince me to say that, and I bit Nirufal, as usual. Free will and action are decided by others at will. That was the thing the zodiac hated the most.

"... did you really admit"

"- Wait. This is my father's decision, chief. Nil has no authority, no responsibility."

That's what Maryam says and controls the treasurer, but the treasurer's eyes stared at Nirufal.

He has lost his wife and parents and is now about to lose his best friend in a political marriage again.

Even so, neither Nirufal nor Farood will say anything. That itched my teeth for the collector.

"... well. Was that what it was?"

The collector seriously thought about getting off the boat.

There is no need to wait until there is no Arwala. No, more than Snow White won, it'll accommodate you somewhat wherever you go. That would naturally create another responsibility, but I can't do it.

It may be impulsive, but I didn't feel right being here. The fact that I helped Maryam yesterday may have made me feel lightly deprived in a political marriage.

"... I can't go"

So slightly Nirufal's emotions leaked.

The words of the collector, who has always continued to criticize him from outside the code, cast only a slight doubt on Nirufal's stubborn heart, which piled up and now emptied just a small hole.

"- I don't mind. No! But I don't know what to do, but I don't have to go to Marya. Dyed with blood again in this land, or stripped Marya and then hid somewhere else. That's what's right!

Once it leaked, the emotional decimation was not discouraging. That also means that Nirufal had endured and accumulated within the code of the Buryeag tribe. The more buildup you accumulate, the more you spill out at once when you decide to break it.

Seeing that, the collector also lost his word. And at the same time, I was convinced.

Snow White did win. But it is a triumph. Jamsid during the day, Snow White at night, the power just finally antagonized. Besides, I don't even know how long Snow White will be in this desert.

A political marriage was proof that the Buryeags did not count on snow and white. It is true that the joint struggle cooperated, but it is also the decision of the upper echelons, considering that it is not permanent. It also meant repairing the relationship between the two, which was obstinated by the outrage of the Mahmoud.

It's the skirmishes. In the big picture, this desert is stable.

It was, at the same time, the most stable way of survival for the Buryeags.

Life expectancy is long, but in the low birth rate dark elves are not powerful enough to dominate the entire desert, even if they dominate, they perish quickly. This desert is not easy enough to live in hiding for a long time, and blood was already at stake in the first place.

The elves are said to live five hundred years, but the dark elves of this land can only live three hundred years. They say he once lived five hundred years, but that was more than five thousand years ago.

Limits have already come in the body alone. Even now, they're only improving a little bit because they're choosing someone, and if they pull it off, they disappear naturally sooner or later.

That's why the Buryeags, in this desert, had no choice but to stand around well. To protect the tribe, without becoming a slave or a livestock.

But what the collector was convinced was not such a tribal circumstance, but Nirufal's emotion.

It's painful with Nirufal, I'm not convinced, I wanted to hear that. Though it was the self-satisfaction of the treasurer, he could not be here without hearing it.

I couldn't be with those who didn't have any emotional shards.

A painful air begins to flow between Nirufal, the Caveman, and Farood, but there Maryam said away with a resolute voice.

"- This is my battle. Don't underestimate me. My ancestors, my father, and you are bleeding, fighting in full creation. So I fight, too. I'm just going to the battlefield, just like everyone else, just like all the women I've ever been."

The collectors were pressured by Maryam.

Indeed, Maryam is not the only one who has been politically married. The Buryeags are married to some prominent tribes.

The presence of a son of water named Anahita, and the rear shield of the Buryeag tribe with its high combat ability and ability to come and go through the sandstream. Besides that, it is long lived, beautiful and unambitious, albeit not as good as an elf. There are few children, but usually where one race or another is born when they marry each other, the Buryeag women are impeccable as political marriage partners because for some reason they only have the earlier race they married.

"- Don't pity me."

And the treasurer beheld the sight of the woman of the Bayeg.

"... and besides, this is not the goodbye of this life. If I want to see you, I can see you with Nil."

Exactly. I can't meet with a collector or Farood whose wife is a man, etc., but Nirufal, though he is a bowman, has no problem.

"But I may never see Klando again. So, do me a favor."

Maryam's wish, the collector agreed with pleasure.

The collector and Nirufal returned to night alert again, and Farood sent Maryam away.

That was also what Maryam wanted.

Two people walking on a sandboat.

"... took care of a lot of things"

Farood said, as usual, with few words, so that we could have a sense of purpose.

Falud and Nirufal, who lost their dowry and their parents. Since then, Farood has taken his place and watched over Nirufal, but often the man Farood doesn't know, and Maryam was consulted each time. Of course, the Buryeags took care of the other women for nothing, because all the people on the same boat could be considered large families, but those close to them were still necessary.

"We're each other. But I wanted to see Nil's bridesmaid costume."

……

Farood gets stuck in a response. I might still have had that right after I lost my pardon, but when I thought of Nirufal since I lost my parents, I didn't think so.

In fact, the same boat men can't see Nirufal that way, and Nirufal can't go out cheaply because he's become a bowman. Its combat power is invaluable, and unlike ordinary women, it has become familiar with sand currents and sandboats. Even in terms of spilling ship manoeuvring skills, it was hard to think that Nirufal would go to his wife.

"Fall can't be like that. Nil's a girl, right?... It sure doesn't seem like it."

The thing between you and the treasurer went through your brain, but it's not going to be that relationship yet. I don't even know how the collectors will live on in the first place.

The Buryeags have a life expectancy that goes hand in hand. And even more so because it's pure, we just have to keep an eye on temperament. It can also mean that it fosters that kind of awareness when you decide to forgive your wife at an early age.

If there is hope, it is that Nirufal himself treats himself as a man. I might roll into a relationship with a clap of some sort from a comrade. Though it would be more about trust than love.

"Is that it? Nirufal is getting more and more male in me..."

While working as a bowman, he is sweet to a man just momentarily and goes to the battlefield again. When you turn a man's part into a woman, it is a typical Buryeag tribe. No, just for a minute, it's more tempting than a man.

"... Nil is strong"

"I guess so. I'm sure the elders and the other men on the boat will shut up."

"... Nil is stubborn"

Nirufal would probably go if he were to daughter-in-law outside for the tribe. However, as long as he is within the Buryeag tribe, Nirufal does not readily accept marriage. I can't live as a woman now, and I have a strong sense of purpose to protect my tribe. In fact, he who is certainly stronger than Nirufal on this boat and other chiefs and then there will be about one or two. Farood and I could never say we could win.

"Right...... hey, what about Fall?

Farood didn't have a pardon daughter-in-law either. No matter how much the chiefs recommended, they did not try to have a pardon.

……

"You know what? It was really like a little joke, but there was a chance I'd marry Fall, right?

……

"Honestly, when I was a little girl,"

But soon it was withdrawn. Maryam was once asked if the collector had a pardon dowry, and he called himself his wife because she was vacant for a political marriage. From an early age, political marriage was a matter of decision.

After all, silence enters between the two of us.

We were attracted to each other just a little bit. But I didn't even shrink that distance. I couldn't.

"... I'll never see Fall again either. There's only one thing I need you to do."

Maryam pounded out.

"... if you can"

"Why did you want me to take it there? Well, no. - I want you to hold my hand. I'm glad I didn't think of anything, like back then."

Farood had a little trouble, and offered his hand.

Maryam grips it in the face.

They held hands like that for a while.

Never get any closer, never leave.

But even though they're on the boat regiment, there's no way those two can go unnoticed. Mary Maryam is married politically, a tough place for chastity. It is not to be tolerated lightly.

But someone never saw the two of us. I didn't even get the light of the moon.

Because the darkness besides the Book of Desert Night was enveloping us both. I covered them so that no one could see them, without disturbing them.

The shadow of Azlona, the treasurer who exercised dark elf magic in the shadow of a boat a little further away, stretched out with snow white.

Like you said you did well, somewhere else there was a tooth cat ringing.