Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

Elida came back with hot air from all over her body. He is sweating like a ball, and his deep valley chest is dripping with sweat, making sweat all over it.

Yobi went out to replace him, but there was no way it was going to be just like an Irida battle, and the original test instrument took place.

Looking at the somewhat hot Irida, the collector hands the towel. The towel was bought from a brave merchant.

Irida, who received the towel, whines as she watches the battle of Yobi.

"The world is wide. I don't know if there are any species who can beat each other directly from the front... if you hear this, the younger ones will be killed."

The giant species preferred pure force trials from the front, but only the same giant species could do it on the Mid continent, the beast race, which was also limited to such systems as bears and tigers.

"Nirufal is special. Fall told me that the Buryeag warheads are comparable to the other tribes"

The heads of the Buryeags, such as Nirufal and Farood, and the chiefs are natural life enhancers, heroes, and have remarkable strength among the Buryeags. Not all of the dark elves are that strong.

However, given that not all the giant species and everything was as strong as the famous Irida and former White Spear captain Maxim, the Buryeags were still sure to attract the interest of the giant species.

"Well, I guess that is.... or you're the same."

Irida was smiling at the fought Yobi and Nirufal, and the collector who stared at Irida in the hot wind without any hesitation.

"... of a sexual nature."

"Don't insist on being straight, not at all."

Most of all, for Irida, I've gotten used to men's gaze and stuff, and I don't even care. I wasn't even willing to hide it like my biological daughter was now.

"- This is the end of the test ritual."

The battle of Yobi is also over, declared by the chief.

Both the Buryeags and the brave men take advantage of it to finish the feast and each returns to the ship.

The collector is going to be a night police officer. Dropping off the snow white to visit the desert, the sailors furried with Azrona, the boat regiment

formed at the rear of the

As usual, he paints and tells Azlona stories and knowledge of his time in Japan, fighting the enemy with spiritual magic, mainly dark elf magic.

Like Snow White once did, Azlona also seemed to enjoy it, cheering sometimes giggly.

Unexpectedly, however, Dark and Sandy have conveyed some approachment.

The direction is the ships of the brave men. Number of people is five, no, six.

It seems good to decide that the signs you have nothing to hide are not enemies, but the possessor stares into the darkness.

Then Hayat appeared there, and his party, The Dawn's Wings (-Dawn).

"Would it be good now?

Being able to get so close means we're talking to the Buryeags.

The treasurer remembered Hayat's leftover words at the feast and nodded.

- I'm really sorry about Salehad.

When Hayato bows his head, Erica from "Zhu Lei's Boots (Twilight Boots)", the samurai woman Kaede, and Phone from the White Tiger Beast race follow suit. And Alice, the third princess of the album, Cu of the Black Raven Beast race, bowed his head, though in a shallow way.

Hayato and the others were apologizing for their failure to publicly apologize for Erica and Cu's attempted assassination of the Caveman and Alice's duel jamming, as well as for the shortened period of time they spent in prison.

Erica and Kaede were a little grown up at the time we met in Salehad who still had a high school girl look, but Alice and Cu, who should be growing up, haven't grown up much for some reason.

When it comes to a collector with his head bowed at the same time, he just stares at it silently.

When he came back, Snow and White were behind it, looking to stare at the brave men.

"- Isn't that okay, already? You don't have to keep your head down so much."

To the Hayats, who kept their heads still, the sailor told them.

Hayat and the others, hearing the words of the Zaitor, raise their heads after a while, but stare at the Zaitor with some strange face.

He feels odd that it was a calm voice and expression outside.

As a matter of fact, it was the inside of the collector that you should take it personally.

In view of the raids and duel jamming in Salehad, we know that it is fundamentally incompatible with the Hayats. We had come to understand that it was no longer closer to thinking of another country as a relationship between tribes when it came to this desert.

War is not a sin between nations and tribes, neither kidnapping nor pillaging. There are no laws punishing countries or tribes, and naturally there is no such thing as punishing them. Winners and losers exist only in the power relationship between the two, and they can punish the loser. There is no such thing as justification for punishment.

'Dawn Wings' would do anything for Hayat. Hayato's brakes seem to work somewhat, but ultimately it was proven in Salehad that they would be taken by any means. The country, no, to protect Hayato.

If so, so must the collector recognize.

So I won't say anything. I don't persuade you, I don't smell hostility.

Keep all relations with them obscured. It's less perceived as an enemy, and it's surprising when you have to. I just couldn't because of the character of the keeper until I pretended to be on my side. Because even though we're not on our side from the start, it must be betrayal.

Money if perceived as a harmless third party. In fact, that would not be the case for the story of the victim and the perpetrator to be involved, but there are more means that can be taken even if they are just not recognised as enemies. Fight, run.

However, in the mediocre act of the collector, he couldn't hide his eyes like he saw 'things', and Erica and others were frightened and hidden in the shadow of Hayat. Seems completely traumatized.

Alice and Cu, on the other hand, didn't mean it at all. but -.

Suddenly, two fingers and feet tremble with a clatter.

Alice and Cu were experiencing a sense of despair as if they had been thrown into the dragon's jaw.

It is snow white.

It was like when I was fighting Jamside the Blood Crystal Lion, I was pointing a real threat at him.

Those two, or even Hayato, who is no direct killer, instinctively feel the fear or face is strong.

The collector decided to obscure the relationship, but Snow White did not.

intimidating and painful the difference in power. That way, I don't think about raids or anything. I was never willing to let you do that again.

That's why I seriously intimidated you. No, I wasn't even going to kill him.

"I'm telling you I'm good, don't worry about it"

A killer scratches and strokes the snow and white under his chin.

Then the snow and white intimidation faded only slightly, and the Hayats breathed a sigh of relief.

But that's what Snow White was after.

As long as the collectors keep it under control, snow and white don't strike.

Unless the collectors are hostile, Snow White will not take action either.

It was Snow White's thought that if we were made to recognize it that way, we would not at least do anything to raid the Collector. Once hostile, there is a second and third time. The nail must be stabbed. If you obscure it without doing anything, you will only be followed.

Of course, the collectors didn't come to think of that, it was all snow-white arbitrariness.

My collector strokes his chin under the swallows, so as a snow white, I want to sigh on him. But it was harder than that to indulge in the strangely savvy way of stroking the collector, who was about to rattle the back of his throat.

"... well. Thank you."

Only Hayato seems to have intuited around it, and he bowed his head again.

And when I lifted my head, I said, realizing that the snow and white gaze was just slightly off.

"... oh, I'm sorry. I thought you weren't here, but you seem to have followed me on your own. - Come out, Beatrice."

Then the woman showed herself alone as if she were born out of the darkness.

Long silver hair is illuminated by the white moon to give a slight light. By the time it is pathological, the blue and white skin will have bright black eyes. Poor beauty enough to make you feel afraid, but lacked in something called a sense of life.

The woman, called Beatrice, is blind to Hayat, who called him, and approaches him to the front of the snow white, kneeling.

"- White, I want to apologize for the misconduct."

Beatrice kneeling one knee in front of the snow and kneeling as if offering her neck.

He was sincerely begging for forgiveness for what he had been peering at without any shards, such as warfare.

Snow White also understood that, or stroke one Beatrice's head with a long tail, forgive.

Beatrice looked up on her knees.

"My name is Beatrice van Cantemir. I thank the Queen for her generosity."

That's all I said, I flipped a black classic coat that was weaving feathers and disappeared into darkness again.

On the occasion of Beatrice's departure, Hayat and the others also pray, before leaving.

Alice and Ku were so powerless that they could not stand on their own because of the particularly strong snow-white killing, they were both held by Hayato and left the scene behind.

- It's like a beast.

Beatrice, who joined Hayato back on the ship, dyed its blue-white face uncommonly and colorfully, groaning so.

That is the word, but there is no lie in that I knelt with you white against the snow white, and there is no colour of contempt in that voice. Instead, he even seemed afraid.

A creepy poisonous beast, leaning against the mighty Holy Beast.

That was the image of the treasurer.

"I told you I'd have to kill you in the worst case before, but I'll correct you. It's best to leave that one out of it. Think of the dragon species, like spiritual dragons. If anything happens to that man, white you will curse for the rest of your life. When you're alive, and even after you die. Then it's out of my control."

Spirit dragons don't attack people unless they threaten their habitat. It doesn't overlap with food, so if you don't have to attack people, it's not in your eyes.

"I've told you before, I'm not going to hurt that guy"

Hayat told him so, still holding the two trembling.

It seems that the other members have no objection, and neither Alice nor Ku intended to follow suit unless a direct crisis arose in Hayato.

"... you're a thousand customers"

After Hayat and his men left, he was the keeper who returned to the Night Police, adding the snow and white that had remained without going to play again, but when the sky came white, at the end of the Night Police, he welcomed another guest.

Thor. A man who was bewitched with a wise man in Recheeham.

"I apologize at the end of your work. May I have a moment, please?

What a polite request, the collector nodded unexpectedly.

"- I would like to talk to you about a child of the beast race called Farsha, no hunter"

In the name of Farsha, the collector, as well as Snow White and Azrona, gazed at Thor.

Thor's hired operative's men hit him badly while he was at work.

But in order to break Gidion's legs, which is not an exaggeration when it comes to the mastermind of oppressing the people of old Caigbad, his men, who could not die, impersonated Farsha with a high warcraft and escaped the scene.

He then grabbed the evidence of a brilliant Gidion faction of wrongdoing and succeeded in dragging Gidion off the surface stage for now.

But his men felt responsible for impersonating him, harming themselves. My boss, an intelligence officer, had already cut his pubic abdomen, no, femoral artery, to self-harm when he explained the situation to Thor as well.

That was the whole story of Farsha's case described by Thor.

"Why would you do that to me?

"As soon as we looked into the fact that the collector took the lead, we knew. And you're discussing it with Mr. Rivka, right? No, Mr. Rivka didn't say anything. Everything we've looked into here."

The collector was convinced by that.

While I am uncomfortable with all the research that has been done, I also think that it would be natural for me to be called a wise man in Lesiharm.

"... yeah, right"

As I listened, there was an unmistakable frustration.

There was also a willingness to blame Thor for being involved in the plot on his own.

But he's already dead. If Thor is right, he didn't even order Thor to do so. It can also be called an accident for Thor in a way. No president takes responsibility for contingent mistakes. The bigger the organization, the more the collectors knew it was like that.

It's just, still, there was definitely something unintelligible that I couldn't describe.

"I did something really sorry for a hunter named Farsha,"

"... do you publicly?

"I can't. Show the Gidion faction the gap and it will cause further tragedy. I don't mean to compensate you, but I'm going to give assistance to Mr. Farsha's associates, his party and the orphanage."

Farsha has no relatives. If we were to pay compensation, it would be a party or an orphanage. However, it became a shady aid because if it was publicly assisted, it would be seen as a faction of the moderates.

And Thor didn't ask me to forgive him, or to understand. And I didn't even tell you not to make it public.

There's no evidence in the first place, so where the collector made it public, there's only about Rivka to believe.

"... where are you headed? Why did you fight Gidion? Did that mean anything to you? Being here right now means crossing, album entanglement, right? If so, isn't Lesi Harm relevant? You don't want to go back to Japan in the first place?

Aside from Farsha's death, without knowing why he was causing it, the possessor only bumped into doubt.

"... I can't give you the details, but I'm not going back to Japan. Of course some of my people want to go home, so the ultimate purpose is to go back to Japan. But I've decided to live in this world.

I came into conflict with Gidion to protect myself. They only saw us as a tool that they could use and throw away at any time. However, I joined hands and exchanged feelings with the autonomous communities and the moderates who were equally oppressed by the Gidion clan in the process.

I'm here to live beyond the boundaries of Reciharm and Album if you're strong. "

"- In the process, may I involve some irrelevant person?

Even so, it should be noted that Thor did not change his expression. It's just that only my fist was gripped hard.

"I am truly sorry for Mr. Farsha. But that's why we can't waste everything here."

Here finally, the collector realized the identity of this uninterrupted feeling.

"Right. Okay."

Answering that, Thor left in a gracious manner.

The zodiac stared at its back.

Thor is also a man of another tribe.

As Farsha was, Thor does not hesitate to make the keeper a victim of goodwill, either, if there is any good.

Maybe I'm wearing too much. I may have been poisoned by this desert.

But looking at Tor, I couldn't help but think so. Capabilities were different in every sense, positions were different, and what they carried was different.

When I looked at him, Azrona remembered Farsha, sogging, and snow and white licking his cheeks to comfort him.

Then the sun rose and we arrived at a small settlement that fell into a branch to the eastern end.

Hayat and Thor go to negotiate with the Buryeag tribe, and some brave men go to see a small exchange in the settlement. The collectors were also interested when they heard of settlements not under the influence of the Arwala tribe, and left the boat regiment in the heat.

I thought the quiet day would end without a thing, and Nirufal and the collector returning from the dusk-dyed settlement were yelling at each other.

Even when it arrived in front of the boat regiment, it continued.

"- Abduction after confirming a woman's will. Disrupting marriage is fine. But how many times do I have to tell you not to insult them more than you need to?"

"I said it because they said it."

At this point, oh the usual one, and the Buryeags smile bitterly, and look frightened that Snow White will never get tired of it. Azrona is always happy not to get along.

"Still. The rest is stubborn. Why would you do that? Stick anything in your neck."

"You know what? Kidnapping, marriages are rampant."

Apparently, there was a kidnapping marriage in the city, and as usual, the collectors broke in and Nirufal went in there and ruled.

The most different part is that the collectors were treated as completely independent forces and Nirufal only brokered with the other tribe?

Rumors of white warcraft and western outsiders who broke jamside from the front were so far off.

The Beryeags, who have a son of water there, entered the intermediary, so the kidnappers also have no choice but to settle the spear. I can't help it because the woman who was about to be kidnapped says she didn't approve of kidnapping marriages or anything, so as the other tribe, she had little legitimacy.

"- We should respect the cultures of other countries"

Someone said.

The truth was conveyed when those who were near the convoys saw how the collectors and Nirufal were doing, something rumored to each other, and the other brave men who were going to the settlement returned, and the rumors became a fact and accelerated even further.

By their determination to build a country at the eastern end, each endured this desert custom. Originally, there was a tide and education that the cultures of other countries should be respected even in Japan, which only seemed to ravage the culture by the collectors.

The same was true of the party members of the brave who were influenced by the brave and who were pushing and killing the religious aversion that was within their unconsciousness. No, I rebelled extra hard.

There was growing dissatisfaction with the lack of cooperation from the Buryeag, who are familiar with the sandstream. Even though there are collectors who are the same Japanese, there was also frustration that they did not see themselves willing to cooperate with the collectors.

There was anxiety that the beautiful, strong and dependable Irida and Yobi would leave here.

Of course, I want to go back to Japan, but I can't. The underlying anxiety and dissatisfaction.

Among the many grievances accumulated, the discovery of the injustice of cultural disregard for the treasurer turns the burden on the treasurer upside down. The dissatisfaction erupted, having obtained the basis to assume itself was correct.

While the collectors and Nirufal are yelling at each other, there is growing criticism of the collectors that the cultures of other countries should be respected.

Then Nirufal looks around with a suspicious face who just notices a hostile mixed gaze.

So the collector also noticed, looking around, but just didn't care, turned to Nirufal.

Not so much a riot.

However, this state of affairs may also have a negative impact on the negotiations with the Buryeag.

Now both Tor and Hayato were each heading out to negotiate, and they were not on this occasion.

But someone has to give it up.

A brave man who thought so stood before the treasurer.

Kansaka Shigeru (Mamor Korsaka) with the protection of "All Guards".

He wears general glasses on the middle back of the middle meat. Other than that, it has no characteristics, but from the properties of its own protection or not armor, it wears a grey robe and has a lighter impression than its surroundings.

Mamor came out willing to let this place go for now, but not without some anger at the collector.

Mamor has worked in tunnels to adapt to this world without knowing about the treasurer. Therefore he was such a brave man, with no flashy feats, but no bad stories. But the willingness to cooperate with Aoi's permanent prison was strong, never indifferent to the world, rather wanting to be better.

But he has acted cautiously, wanting to be better but not bothering others.

Mamor talks to the collector.

"I'm sorry, everyone was concerned about this crossing, too. However, I think we should respect the cultures of other countries..."

That's why I said it. Now if the collector bows his head appropriately, and says no, no, no, this one has said too much, that's it. And then Hayato and Thor will talk, and it will subside.

Whatever makes Hayato famously innocent of the permanent prison, Mamor also acknowledged its courtship.

"Well, yeah, I guess so."

Mamor only accentuated the tone a little to the appearance of the collector as if to be tomorrow.

"Are you willing to listen to people? Look me in the eye and talk to me."

That's what the collector says, turns to Mamor and looks straight at him.

"- If you want to respect it, do as you please. You, you, I'll do whatever I want. That's all right."

The collector didn't look as if he was reflecting. He tells the story that he has no eyes to look straight back on, no burden whatsoever on him.

"That country, the land, has its own culture. You shouldn't cheaply do justice."

"There are slaves in this desert. Looting and murder are easily tolerated if there is even power. Respect that for culture, too? Then come and be a slave now. Or because kidnapping marriage is another HR, okay?

"So why do you judge that good and evil? There must be a social reason why slaves have to do that."

"I guess. So I haven't done anything about slavery, and I can't. But how about a kidnapping marriage? Who has trouble stopping you, respecting your will?

The only trouble is the one who tried to kidnap him. In some cases, they may have been kidnapped and married reluctantly due to socio-structural power relations, but this time they are not.

"... but you shouldn't judge that on your own. Are you even going to be a god?

"I don't want to be like that, so stop. What else do we have? Even you have a flicker in front of you, and if you have the power to catch it, you'll catch it, right? Or who else will judge besides themselves? You make your own decisions, and the consequences are your own fault, right?

Once the collectors obstructed the looting and annoyed the Buryeags. That's why I had to overlook the next loot that I couldn't take responsibility for myself.

But now, it's almost recognized as an independent force.

Its consciousness began to bud in the collectors themselves, who, as usual, laid down a number of rules and also consulted with Snow White.

If a kidnapping marriage in disregard of his will takes place in front of him, he shall be stopped.

That's what the collector had decided.

Nothing. That's why I'm not willing to blame the braves for not stopping the kidnapping marriages if I'm not willing or willing to pluck the war to change all of this desert. Don't blame anyone for not being able to catch the hiccups in front of you.

Mamor silenced when he was told who would be in trouble, but now another brave man has pinched his mouth with Niyaniya.

"- Mm-hmm. Sure, I've heard that a woman married in a kidnapping marriage eventually convinced me and made me happy?

When I was in Japan, I gained knowledge of what they saw on TV or online.

"Who are you in the first place?

In his apology the other day, Mamor had named him when he apologized for not knowing anything but not even trying to find out, but the man who had pinched this mouth was not on the spot and the collector naturally did not know his name.

"It's Kazma Utsugi. I thought they knew about his name because he's completely treading through some ruins, but, well, isn't that the case in this world? But I don't even know the name of the clerk."

A few empty wooden horses in "Flying Armor (Raptor)". A light-hearted tone and expression. natural perm. But he was tall, thin as a wire, and had a forged body.

"A collector. - That would be just a theory of results. Ask the other way around, but who can say that's not Stockholm syndrome and doing it? The will of the person before being kidnapped should be respected more than it can discern"

Stockholm syndrome is a situation in which a person is kidnapped and feels threatened with death, without the permission of the perpetrator, he or she becomes unable to eat, drink, toilet or talk, in which he or she receives food from the perpetrator or permission to go to the toilet. For such small kindness, gratitude arises and the hostage favors the culprit.

The collector thought that something similar to that, no, after being kidnapped, I'd be happy now from the kidnapper's relatives who married me in the same kidnapping marriage. What, given that I'd be persuaded with that hand, it was no longer equal to brainwashing.

Kazuma flaunted her shoulders.

"Hey, why do you hate us so much? Same Japanese, right? You resent me? No, you're benefiting from us, too, aren't you? That would be a little too convenient, wouldn't it?

I don't know what you're talking about, the collector thinks a little, but eventually I think about it.

"Was that the merchant you were selling?

Kazuma snorts with a thin laugh.

The collector also bought what the brave merchant was selling, especially his own underwear and seasoning relationships. I can't get all this in this desert.

"Isn't that business? Oh, no, fine. If you don't like it, will you give it back?

Without feeling anything, the collector said so lightly. I just bought it because I was selling it, and if not, I don't mind.

It was out-of-heartedness to supposedly be able to control behavior with every instrument of civilization because of the stuck life in Japan and the mountain life since coming to this world.

"Don't have cancer."

"There seems to be some mistake, but I don't resent you guys. Well, you don't like it, do you? I've hardly had any contact since I was in Japan in the first place."

He is a second year employee of the Contractor. Basically, it was only a degree of recognition of facial familiarity.

Mamor and Kazuma confronting the collector.

Some brave men and their faces pointing a critical gaze at their collectors.

Trying to get a deep carved groove that won't fill between the two...

- Gong.

The shock runs as if he was stoned on the head of a collector. The sound rang from kazuma and mamor, which were close range, to the ships of the brave.

When the foe looked back in haste, it was Elida who was there.

So the snow and white don't respond.

"- If you want to do it, don't let Nil do too much work."

The collector pushes silently. I was aware of that.

And then, I wonder why Irida calls him Nil, but soon he gets along with me in physical communication, and I'm flabbergasted.

Somewhere Farood seems to be snorting ununung and annoying. Humans must have something called words.

When I looked at the yobi next to Elida, she even had a good eye for "you're in trouble," as if scolding the child.

She looks uncomfortable in that gaze.

But I remember. Yobi was an older ex-wife and some children in the first place. When I was young, I sipped muddy water as a seeker, a woman who endured the violence of her husband even after marriage. The experience is not with the collectors.

Furthermore, now it is not the wife suck of the bird race sought after for chastity and deep itching, but the yobi of the hunter.

When this was bad minutes, the collector decided to shudder and retreat.

Even though in such a way he smiles bitterly at the Clean Treasurer, Elida turns her attention to the brave men.

"Well, but. If you try to kidnap me, I'll pay you back."

I'm not saying it's bad that you can't protect yourself. Elida says she doesn't approve of kidnapping marriages.

"You guys are gonna do something, right? I don't know what's going on, but is this something you can't stand and accomplish?

Brave men and their party members hacked into Irida's allegations and looked all evil.

In a highly stressful environment of mission and transversality of fulfilling a magnificent purpose, besides thoughts, he seemed to realize that his horizons had narrowed.

In the first place, he is able to do it with a foreign brave man called the Japanese. There is quite an understanding of different cultures. But that's why I criticized the collector's actions.

With the help of Elida, the conflict between the collectors and the brave has somehow healed.

In that, Akali was staring at the collector.

Without objection, he grinned bitterly that he seemed to be a keeper, and was relieved.

The collectors have Snow White and Azrona. Plus now there are Irida, Yobi, and the Buryeag tribe.

Akari was concerned about the back of the collector who disappeared into the forest of Salehad. Orphea cared too.

But he found it distressing, and appeased.

And with such seriousness in mind, Akari's hands sandwiched his face with both hands so as to enjoy Azrona's exposed hyena.

The size, except for the wing arm, is much the same as the acari, but Azlona is still innocent.

I admire small clams as if they were my sister, so I couldn't help but be cute as an clam.

It was during the feast that Akari first encountered Azrona.

Elida finished the battle and Yobi left beside Azlona.

When Azlona, who was alone, was intrigued and crawling around the feast, she met Akari.

Akari knew Azrona existed because he had heard it from the collectors, but to be honest, it was creepy.

Monocular too far from normal organisms, body surface similar to lizards or imories, no legs, winged arms and rear wing only, how creepy they sound.

It is an organism that I have never even seen, but it was filled with a sort of underlying fear in the acari. Close to what you feel about snakes or something.

Akali stopped out of alarm and stared at Azrona.

Then Azrona also stared at the stranger's acari with that big monocular eye.

After a while, Azlona tilts her neck small.

By then, Akari had also become accustomed to the appearance of Azlona. Spookiness is familiar. That's how snakes and green demons got used to it. I have not been subjected to Aufia abuse, no discipline, no training by Dada.

Akali stretches her fingers softly.

Then Azlona also moves her nose so close to her fingers.

Raised by snow and white, Azlona was closer to the cat family than it seemed to be a flying dragon.

Smell the clam fingertips. And I licked the pepper.

Akari pulls his finger in surprise.

Azlona caught her nose in the motion.

"... pup"

So Acari's alertness was fogged.

What makes you have to be on guard against such a cute Fei Long mutant species?

"Want some?"

When the acari offered the muckade, he smelled it again and then ate it with puffiness.

- Bye.

As if to say thank you, Azlona rings small.

So they got along.

That is why Akari was twisted with Azrona, as if to spare time, while the parting was imminent.

"... you look something like that"

Because of the same size, or because of his character, that's how the collector squeaks when he sees the two of us who have finished snooping with the brave. What a sight to drain the poison.

"What, really? Than that, Mr. Zuo, can this boy fly now?

"Oh, I can fly"

"Even putting me on?

It was an acari care trying to lighten up the air in the field, as well as an acari interest wanting to try flying in the sky.

"... if Azlona doesn't seem to have a problem"

When the collector said so, Akari was happy to ask Azlona.

But therefore, I could not discern the blemishes in the face of the treasurer.

"- Hey, hey, hey!"

- No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

It was more than a dozen minutes after that that that the screams of Acari and Azrona echoed in the desert.

"- Hey, why, hey, this is..."

Is there still a slight remnant of the scream, a clam stuffed to the collector with a faint voice?

And Azrona, who had not yet overrun the bones of armor, flew, as he had once done with Mary. Naturally, it didn't land well or anything, and the litter magic of the collector made it sandy.

"You fly, right?

"Ko, I'm not saying this flew. This is how I imagined a pleasure flight, so..."

But Akari's protest weakened the end of the story when she saw Azrona bowing her head sorry for the soggy look.

"A, azz is fine. The root of all evil is this niggling, earthy laugh."

Akari disputes the collector, comforting Azrona with grate.

But Azrona, who wants to be honest and do something useful to people, just does it sorry she can't fly.

"Ku, it's the collector's fault, so hey"

Just to say, Akari took comfort in Azrona.