Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

Then three days later, the boat regiment proceeded on the sand currents to the west opposite the eastern end, reaching a certain settlement.

A dozen simple houses, like sand painted and consolidated, are erected, with small wells in their center. If you gaze closely, the walls of the house are painted in white, very similar to the settlement of the bone race you once saw in Lesiharm.

The convoys arrive. No, the bone races welcome us despite the flames.

The bone race, which appeared from the houses, was no different from those who were in Lesiharm, but there were those whose bones were gray in colour and whose bodies were clothed with a beautiful large cloth wrapped in white.

There's just no sign of Yolanda, Elida's mother, among the bone races that came out to pick her up.

While the chief talked to the chief of the settlement, Nirufal brought the bone race of the settlement and asked me what was going on.

"- The chief has been told for a long time that Lord Yolanda has been going to the salt desert since yesterday. I was just about to recruit the warriors to look for them."

There comes another bone race of feminine outfits in different shades. This one is very similar to the bone color of the bone race that was in Caigbad.

"... Isn't that your Yolanda daughter?

The calm voice color makes you imagine an elegant lady, but the collector can't know the age of the bone race to such an extent that she knows her gender.

He said he came from the far west looking for his mother.

When Nirufal replied so, the lady of the bone race approached Irida in a way that seeped remorse.

"- My name is Mefri. I'm really sorry for what I did. Yolanda took the wax and fled to this desert. Until I entrusted you to my husband, who was a breastfeeder."

He knelt at Elida's feet and drowned his head as if to offer his neck.

Wait for the interpreter of the collector, then Elida answers.

"It's what my mother decided. That's not what Atashi said. Originally, the giant species of Atashi were like a family to the entire settlement. I can't believe I'm not going back a year or two while I'm hunting. Almost everyone is like a single parent. That's why I don't care."

Conversely, it always meant that one parent was in the settlement, and only one parent, like Elida, ever had no parents in the settlement.

"But..."

"It's okay. I just wanted to get to know my mother's face for a second, so I was just looking. I wondered about your ancestors."

Irida laughed teasingly, as usual, and stood up Mefri.

"You're happy now, aren't you? Then that's fine. You weren't unhappy either."

From a short distance, when Irida glanced at the man of the bone race and his two children, staring worryingly at Mefri, Mefri seeped a weeping and laughing atmosphere and nodded.

Mefri was politically married to the son of the head of the bone race who originally lived in this settlement.

The bone races that originally existed in the land were also those who were about to be destroyed by their mighty appearance and life, their heretical powers, and protected by the Buryeags.

It was joined there by the bone races, the old Caigbirds led by Mefri, who were helped by the Buryeags where they fled the war and wandered the desert, but the culture is different when it comes to the same bone race. The collision grew every day.

So Mefri, who was not even an adult yet, married his son to the head of the settlement, which first created an ostensible reconciliation.

It was precisely a political marriage, but as a result of our efforts to get along for the sake of our fellow citizens and for the sake of peace, we were able to build a warm family, one man and one woman at a time.

"So, the key mother went to the salt desert. How far is it?

"If we leave now, we'll have it by dusk. I can't use the boat. Just walk."

Nirufal's words are interpreted into Irida by a collector who sees them as about three hours on foot.

"Right. Do you have any problem getting out while you still can?

"... no problem, are you going?

"Because it's about my own mother. Besides, the land of the unknown seems interesting."

When Nirufal heard it, he saw the possessor, and the yobi.

Nirufal turned back to Mefri to the two who nodded when he accompanied him as a matter of course.

"Then I'll go, too. Do you have any extra arrows?

"I'll get people out here."

The bone race had collected salt in this desert and supplied it to the Buryeag tribe.

"Waiting isn't right for sex."

Mefri nonetheless hesitated a few times, after which he decided to leave it to the Iridas.

"Then come here."

Faces going to the salt desert are guided to warehouse-like places with a guide to Mefri.

That's when Mefri stared at the collector.

I stare at him with a strange look on my face.

The collector takes that gaze without knowing, but he accidentally relaxes Mefri's affinity, such signs have been conveyed. Reminds me of the words of Ziva, a thief skeleton that the emotions and tricks of the bone race should be interpreted as conveyed.

"I just smelled it at a young age, but it's the smell my countrymen put on it, right? That's a woman too...... hehe"

Once Ziva bit and smelled the treasurer's ear. Apparently it means I sniffed it off. The smell on my ear is a testament to my love. Whoever is making this smell must be welcomed.

"If you come back, we will host a welcome feast. If you don't mind, let me tell you something about Kaigbird."

The collector nodded, lost, at the words of Mefri, who would not have known the current state of Caigbird.

Shortly afterwards, a line of cavemen and Elida, Yobi, and Nirufal departed, and arrived in the salt desert without anything.

Nirufal had security duty if it was meant to be, but Farood said he was involved. When Nirufal seemed to have an equal girlfriend, he cared about his brother.

The pale gray desert was spreading on one side.

It's also hot here, naturally. It is before dusk, but the sun is not yet going down.

Snow White and Azrona said they were going to die, pointing resentful eyes at the collector, but flickered red red butterflickering at the tip of such a snow white nose.

It's not just the tip of the nose. Red butterflies fly all over the pale gray desert.

As Azlona rode out of Snow White's head and stared at it, a butterfly changed course on his lid and stopped at the tip of Azlona's nose.

- Giggle. - Whoa!

Looking almost like a sight, Azlona, touched by her nose, screamed and shook her face.

The red butterfly disappears in an instant, but Azlona holds her nose with winged arms and weeps in her big eyes.

"That's why I told you, right?

Nirufal opened the lid of the water bottle, dripping a little on the tip of Azlona's nose, and the collector froze it. He exercised his magic on the ice sperm lurking in the shield.

Azrona looked up at Nirufal, as she said, thanks, but Nirufal also tickled Azrona's throat like that.

Fire butterfly.

It was not a warcraft, but a pure natural phenomenon.

Fire butterflies rise in the salt desert during the day, and thunderblossoms turbulently bloom on extremely cold nights.

Fire butterflies are fire phenomena and thunderflowers are small discharge phenomena, so both were named that way because they resemble butterflies and flowers. The principle is unknown in any way, and the collector has no idea.

"That's nice."

The fire butterfly that burned Azlona's nose touched the big black cloth that Irida was wrapping around her body, but disappeared without anything. Elida felt no heat or anything at all and stroked the cloth as she was impressed.

"Everyone uses this when no one but the Bones comes here."

Even 'Heroes', who use the magic of the elite of life without being aware of the end of their workouts and actual battles, are wounded by this fire butterfly, and the thunderflowers of the night. It was a 'black cloth' to prevent it. You think you're going to smooth the leather of the fiery warcraft and the thunderous warcraft, and you're going to make it braided?

By the way, Snow White didn't need a black cloth or anything, and with its long tail he still seemed depressed to undo the fire butterfly.

"Okay, this"

The collector shrugged wantingly, but Nirufal shook his neck to the side.

"It belongs to the settlement. That takes a lot of work. Give it up. Hurry up, I want to find it before sundown."

Everyone nodded at Nirufal's words, and a line rushed ahead.

What an odd desert.

In a pale gray desert, a fire butterfly flickers.

In addition, when it comes to the planet, the magic grass resembles a prickly plant called tequila, dotted in a pompous way. However, the prickly leaves are like crystals of salt, the closest being the child of the plant and the salt.

"Never touch it. When the thorn is stabbed, it dies not far away. It sounds poisonous, but there's no way to detoxify it. Too many symptoms to tell what kind of poison it is."

Nirufal beware of the collectors who are looking around to eat in.

It is this demonic grass called 'White Tooth' by the Buryeag tribe, but it actually entails too much salt when it comes to salt. It had accumulated salt from the salt desert and covered the leaves with crystals of salt that could only be described as condensed beyond a hundred percent salt of purity. Over-condensed salt is poisonous to people and is similar to poisoning people when they drink soy sauce all at once, but this salt can have a serious effect on kidney function if it damages the skin and enters the body just once.

That's how he kept walking, and the collectors discovered the traces of Yolanda before sundown.

Immediately, find out what happened.

In a bag filled with salt thrown out, a large hella was thrown out that seemed to have been made of the bones of the Warcraft, and an ancient cave made of salt nearby opened its mouth flatly.

"Ruins."

As the collector glanced, the cave seemed to loosely face down.

"... Lord Yolanda likes to try hard. Probably jumped inside."

For the first time in too many brains, the keeper sees the irritation.

"Atashi never did that... well, the other guys listen to it every once in a while"

Everyone looked at each other and sighed.

I was wondering if I had to go.

Then snow and white jumped in, fed up with the heat.

And after a while, he comes back and urges him inside.

Then they checked to see if there was any danger.

Slowly down the cave, now there's a gate that seems to have been shredded out of the cave.

Snow and white dive slowly through the gates that are the beginning of the ruins, and the treasurer follows them...

The collector disappeared.

Elidah, who came near in haste, immediately perceived what had happened to the treasurer.

It is a pitfall. From the first step into the ruins, he fell into the pit.

When Elida saw the snow and white, she glanced over her shoulder with a strangely human odor trick, then glanced lightly at the Elidas and jumped into the hole with Azlona on her back.

When Snow White confirmed it, there were no pitfalls.

But now, the collector has fallen brilliantly. That is to say, the pitfalls that have just been made.

Snow White knew a phenomenon very similar to this.

Elida and Yobi, Nirufal, face to face.

It's supposed to be a collector's crisis, but that look on Snow White contains fright, and I can't even feel the sense of crisis and other fine dust. He even seemed to have an idea.

"... Shall we go first"

With that said, Nirufal nodded, instantly realizing what it meant, as Irida pointed in the back.

"... well, there's Yukishiro too"

We all thought that if there was snow and white, we could do something about it.

The three women stepped into the ruins, ahead of Yobi, who was no longer a fine reconnaissance officer.

Meanwhile, the collector, stunningly nestled in the pit, panicked only shortly after the fall, but was soon remembering a similar event.

And when we found the giant statue of the goddess ahead of us, that turned into certainty.

Black stone statues of naked goddesses stood in dim spaces. Stunning nudity is engraved with ornaments of the neck of the beast, the skulls, nails and fangs of the beast.

But most importantly, there was no face. All I have is a big, three-day moon-shaped mouth, no eyes, no nose, no brows.

More than beauty, she is a goddess whose horror precedes her.

Apparently they've been after the collector. The snow whites look up at it and tilt their necks.

Yes, you dropped it in the pit, and there's no response whatsoever.

I can't help but wait, and the keeper thinks of the offering for now and realizes that there isn't much stuff. Though it sounds like an evil god, you can no longer serve raw meat or muckades.

The collector worried a little, then took it out, wondering what else to do.

As soon as possible, Snow White and Azlona come by.

"Offer, hand in hand, then you should be able to eat"

To Snow White and Azlona, coveted by the smell of the smoked meat of the flying dragon that was secretly snarling, he said and controlled the Buddhist habit of telling the child, before laying a small cloth at the foot of the goddess, offering it to the foot of the goddess statue along with the liquor.

It wasn't that anything was faith, it was a degree of courtesy to be allowed to draw. Even though there is not so much power, God exists. It wouldn't even be a good thing to treat it roughly.

As Azrona was told when she saw it, she was cleverly using her wing arms to worship her, but Snow White raised a groan of anguish all the time, twisting her long tail. It seems to be a trial and error that I can do it with my tail somehow, but I only have one tail in the first place, so I can't possibly worship it.

"You don't seem to need snow and white. That's the last of it."

Snow White looked alternately at the grubby, smoked meat and the fodder's hateful face, but never stood up forever, hands together with his big forelegs.

Now how about all this snow and white, but when the collector stands up, he crawls his fingers into its bright white belly, more than he once did underground.

- Guru.

Even if you're upset by the tickle and the unintelligible behavior of the collector, you can't quit worshipping. Besides, I can't even fight back because I stand on two legs and support that with my tail.

As soon as I wonder if the collector has his usual hateful face, I want to make him marcasilli, but then I may not be able to eat smoked meat.

Snow White could only stare at the collector combing his belly hair with his fingers as he swayed between hate and desire.

"- Ketty Ketty Ketty Ketty"

Suddenly, a strange laugh sounds.

But when he heard it, Snow White crushed the treasurer relentlessly, and approached Hitoshi and the smoked meat. Azlona, who was worried about the keeper, but when Snow White put the smoked meat on his tail on his nose tip, he saw the keeper for a moment, but ate it up on the smoked meat as if it were caught.

Azlona tastes the last smoked meat with mochi cucumber. Snow white that is already finished eating and narrows her eyes to the finish of the meat left in her mouth.

And whilst Snow White tasted the smoked meat, he was troubled now, not to mention the keeper who had been trampled by Snow White all along.

That's enough to put your arms together already and have a deep groove carved into your eyebrow root.

After that creepy laugh, I talked to a forgotten God while he was trampled by snow and white, where he was challenged.

"Sele. Me, hope, painting. Please, one '

He even seemed to degrade his language skills rather than being awkward, and that voice echoing in his heart felt like a nearly broken radio.

Hearing it back again and again, I found out that, in short, 'I want you to draw your face' seemed to be God's request.

There was no name for a goddess.

However, he was treated in the sense of 'fear' and was even afraid to say his name.

Outside the settlement once there was darkness. It was an unknown phenomenon, an unknown warcraft, an unknown land where darkness and fear reigned if you stepped outside the settlement. What vague fears have created. Therefore its appearance is also vague, and it has no face.

A big mouthed God was born in a black circle so as to describe the darkness that swallows it all. It was later in life that women were deified, but they still remained faceless.

He said he was an extremely primitive God, but feared for a long time because of his fear, but was obsolete before and after the days of the Black Wise King.

"Face, I want it. All the same. '

Faces exist in the same god but also in men. Even if it is repelled by the faithful, God cannot exist without the faithful. So no matter how repellent God is, he essentially loves and shelters the faithful.

Just like its beloved faithful, it was this unnamed request of God to have a face.

But even when he asked me to paint his face, it was too vague and the collector was in trouble.

To paint a face similar to that of its faithful, I have begun to lack even memory, to ask and see God without a name, and I do not remember.

Then it would mean that the collector would draw his own face, but he would end up resembling someone else.

I've drafted it into a miscellaneous book several times, but it doesn't stick to trying to resemble the Pavilion or the Diantia of the Crystal Race. Even though I felt that I should not make the face of God the same as the face of a common man.

Above all, I was not willing to make a face where something called 'fear' didn't show up at all. Sele, the double-armed goddess who supposedly destroys evil gods and evil gods, was strict, and the blend of beasts and offspring that prospered had a faint softness and strength that manifested primitive motherhood.

How can I describe something called 'fear' or 'awe', the collector kept thinking, sketching an unnamed portrait of God.

"- This is all I could think of"

Approximately all day and night the conceived collector climbed the giant statue of the goddess, painted his face there, reviewed it several times before checking with the goddess.

"... good. Pleasure. Appreciation '

It was a broken word, but its voice color was playing. And -.

My face was engraved on the statue of the goddess.

Without any context, a face was carved into the stone statue.

The big one and a decent nose to the extent of my apologies.

That's all the collectors drew.

Azrona was used as a model to establish both the ignorance of creepy specialties and their affection.

Azrona is innocent and adorable if you get used to it, but objectively creepy. They made me imitate that.

"I know you have objections, but please don't give me a break because you're in alignment. When I draw, I end up looking like someone else. Some say God looks like a man, doesn't he? I was wondering if I shouldn't look like someone else."

To the word alignment, Azrona jumped up in a rush, fluttering and staring at the face of the statue of the goddess.

- Geez.

"… the same. Fu, fu, fu '

Azrona, and the nameless God, seemed somewhat happy.

I want a connection because I am God. It was not uncertain that it was also similar to someone else in this one, but it was a joy that a realistic connection existed in a visible way.

"Appreciation. Hope, Less, Fulfill"

Without hesitation, the collector asked to rendezvous with the Iridas, and escape from this ruin.

"Yes"

The unnamed God instantly accepted, and the Elidahs descended before the possessor.

Naked.

Only Elida has unfamiliar weapons, but that's pretty much all.

The collector sees silently.

The brown flesh forged in action is a man face loser, but Elida's abundant female beauty was never compromised, and there was wild, proud beauty like a female lion.

Though a fine yobi on white skin, the floating willow hips of the abs and the breasts so large that they are not commensurate with them are fleshy, and the ancient wounds that linger slightly throughout the body, combined with the black and lustrous pterygoid, are also of disloyal beauty.

Nirufal's dark grey skin and tear-shaped tattoos in his eyes make him feel somewhere human apart heterogeneity, but by extreme fleshy limbs, he was seductive as if he were a female demon stumbling into a man.

The Iridas looked like they didn't know what had happened for a while, but convinced themselves of everything to the presence of a keeper who stared silently. I thought you did it.

Naturally, there is no way that the Iridas of Haiqiyama Thousand can scream or anything, each hiding the secret with his hand, but telling the collector off.

"... why don't you learn to be a little more far-fetched?

"Master (Nyhanker) …"

"I understand a man's desires, but choose the time, the place, the person"

Elida smiled, and Yobi scolded him deliberately, pitifully, and Nirufal scolded him as usual.

To such a reaction of the three, the collector diverted his attention by seeping out the thoughtlessness that could even shed blood tears.

After the collectors fell into the pit, the Iridas proceeding through the ruins, led by the defiant Yobi, followed by the remaining two.

For the unexpected opponent, Yobi assaulted his back from the air, and the inevitable warcraft was either cut down by Nirufal or Elida poked him to death in Halvard.

Of course Nirufal doesn't get the word.

But the three women were so skillful that they could only work together with simple finger signals.

Reaching halfway through the ruins in no time.

As Snow White and the Treasurer once did, he was blind to treasures and the like, and thrust on with the knowledge of Irida and the echo positioning that is Yobi's pedigree trait, Nirufal's local-like rule of thumb.

I have brought in some food and water but couldn't afford to stay long.

From the opening at the end of the aisle, the light was leaking.

And there, a naked woman was down.

It was my mother.

In the distance, but with red hair and brown skin and, above all, a fallen and still belligerent grin, that face looked a lot like Irida.

"... it's been a strange reunion."

Elida looks disgusted whining like that. My mother doesn't like anything.

"If you have important equipment, you should take it off."

My mother was unconscious naked. Weaponry, armor, and clothing have been removed and wreckage scattered around them.

There was a warcraft that would melt weapons and protective equipment, and Elida looked at it.

Not so much the keeper of the ruins, but the warcraft to such an extent as the keeper's men were lightly slaughtered by the three.

But the advice, the clothes, the protective equipment, even the weapons melt.

What I got was a set of bows and spears, which is a reward.

"Rainbow Bow (Ill.)" and "Star Spear (Cele)".

A substitute for a spear now leading to a bow. They can also be used as bows and spears, respectively, but the spears only come back when they are shot with this bow. The strength of a spear emitted by a strong bow that can be pulled too far with irritation is not difficult to imagine without releasing it.

"It should be used by those who can handle it well. Look after Yobi's weapon later. I've got a good arm duoff."

Nirufal was going to have a collector, and I just said so - he fell.

Even if the whole square turned into a big hole, the servant Irida couldn't react, and it was the only yobi that could fly through the sky, but for some reason the wind sperm reacted badly and had to fall as-is.

Nirufal and Irida, and Yolanda, still falling and lying, wrapped the black cloth that had fallen together around her body, and Yobi weaved a dragon-hua-style coat given to her by the collector.

Then directly into the eyes of Yobi, who had lost his sunglasses in battle, the collector wore a 'translucent black phantom'. I feel somewhat more disloyal with the glow of my eyes dying, but nothing more than this.

"You're acting strange again."

It was Irida who heard about the forgotten divine request from the collector, but it was just as generous when it came to talking about God. If you were to ask me if I was there, I would have been an Irida who didn't want to swear that I was there, but that's why I've never been in God, and there's no way I can tell if this statue of a goddess is really God, etc. It's just...

"But it depends on the first one. If they're Sandra, they'll certify you as a cult in one shot, right?

It is true that naked ornaments of the capricorn, the skulls and nails of the beast, the ornaments of the fangs, if they become the first there, can only appear to be completely evil gods. The collectors also knew that perhaps their role as gods rather than as gods would be the kind of evil gods.

Nevertheless, it is good because God without a name and Azrona are delighted. This is what amateurs can do.

I just found out about the forgotten God. Nirufal was a little different.

"If that's the case, ask the chief, and we'll keep track of it. I just can't believe it."

It is not certain whether this is faith or not, but it was the first time here that God's record that it once existed was to be inscribed on the tabular stage of history, as the Celes wanted it to be.

"- Uh-huh."

A small groan concentrates the gaze of everyone on the spot.

"... Oh, it looks like Atashi's daughter, but where are your other ancestors?

Apparently, he thinks he's dead.

The collector hastily interpreted.

"He's alive. Atashi, and my mother."

Then Yolanda looks around and finds the familiar Nirufal in her unfamiliar face, finally understanding and getting up.

Then the black cloth is only, the complexion that reveals itself. The eyes of a collector to be drawn to.

Though his back is only slightly lower than Irida's, he is a yolanda with the appearance that would have been like this if he had aged Irida for more than a decade in racial conversion, but he attracted the attention of enough collectors. Instead of worrying at all about the wrinkles in the eye area and so on, rather, putting my thoughts on that annual wheel added more charm.

But Yolanda stared at Irida without worrying about the collector's gaze or anything.

"I can't believe my daughter can help me... that's not too bad"

Ni had a grin very similar to Irida's, and Yolanda stood up and, as she approached Irida, hugged her as she was.

"You know, it was the first time Atashi ever helped her, and it was fresh."

Yolanda began to speak the language of the Mid Continent, even though it was awkward, and could be heard by Irida.

"You work out well. You were right to leave it to Logion. Yeah, how's Rosion doing?

Yolanda asks carelessly and lightly, but Irida doesn't even look at it unfortunately and answers.

"I died a while after Atashi grew up. He found a warcraft rampage while he was at work and challenged him alone."

"Right. So, how many rhodions did you kill?

"Three hundred and seventeen. They stopped the flock of the Green Devil (Goblin) and the Great Devil (Auga) and stabbed him with the Lord of the Great Devil. There was no damage to the village."

"Hehe, that's the logion."

Yolanda did not apologize to Elida for being separated, nor mourned the death of the man she loved, but honored her.

Elida didn't say a single grudge, either, and was only happy to reunite.

I just made it that reunion, it was extremely light, and as a keeper I didn't want to lean my neck, but if they told me that this is what a giant species is, it was until then.

Thus a line that found Yolanda was dropped off by an unnamed God some time later, safe, escaping the ruins.