Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

There are no other companions besides Koske, and there are no signs of someone lurking around.

"I'm here in front of a building called a perimeter survey of the south detour, so I wonder if anyone would ever wonder. And thank you for finding Lisa."

That's what I said, I offered him a barrel containing liquor from the Mid Continent.

An instant snow and white tail flickers and exposes the liquor.

"But..."

"- It's okay. The captain keeps it... whoa, well, I don't care about the area. Really, it's just a thank you. No other intention."

"... No, that's not good. People."

"We're all doing it. The captain is also silent. The liquor you really want to keep secret seems to be well hidden. Okay, now."

Koske's purpose seemed to be really just to thank him, and he turned his back as he did.

The collector turns his eyes to ask Snow White to tail him, but Snow White stares more at Koske with a troublesome look on his face for some reason.

While I had a bad feeling about that look, the collector looked at Koske, who was supposed to have walked away, when he appeared, relative to Haitham, who spanned the tumor lizard.

Koske of the Kingdom of Albaum and Haitham of the Alwala tribe.

Elida just taught me the other day that they both seem to be doing superficially well, but never just that.

The collector sighed like a hundred million bucks as Snow White did, facing beneath the two, who seemed to be searching for something in their bellies, even though they were friendly on the surface. If you two sit here, it's gonna be a lot of trouble. Especially in a neighborly sense.

"What are you doing here?"

The Alwala and Buryeag are hand-to-hand in Maryam's political marriage and duel with Jamshid. I'm not the person you want to welcome, but I can't treat you badly.

"Oh, there you are. I have a message for the Buryeags. Better looking around than searching poorly, surely one day at Omae's would come, wouldn't you? Oh, don't worry, we're not going to loot here, and we're not going to be obsessed with the Buryeags. So, when are you coming?

The other men tented Moro near Ubar and said they were waiting for the Buryeag tribe.

"Is Maryam safe? What happened to Jamsid?"

The collector did not answer Highsome's question. In the first place, the collectors did not know when the Buryeags would come.

"Am I safe, Black Dragon, who demands sacrifice? Totally. Oh, I'm doing fine.... I don't understand your inclination towards the Warcraft. Master Jamsid... he's always roaring. So don't come to the north. Don't take any more trouble."

Haitham didn't seem to care about the reaction of such a collector, and answered the collector's question.

"It's him that's troublesome.... Look, I'm just making you uncomfortable when I hear your name."

Snow White was deeply grooved at the tip of his nose, staring at Highsome.

"This, excuse me. More importantly, is Klund a person in these countries?

High Sam glanced at Koske.

If the Zodiac had anything to do with the Albaum, it would be important to the Alwara.

"It is the survival of a few tribes that lived in the mountains north of the Mid continent. It has nothing to do with album."

"If it's not their move, that's fine. So far, we're not hostile to Klander. There was a lot going on, but please do me a favor in the future. This is a souvenir."

Highsome pushed the barrel of egg milk liquor (Alcs) while holding Koske back.

The collector wasn't willing to take it, but Snow White still receives it here.

- Grrr.

Now I'll hand it to you, and when Snow White roared one, High Sam nodded as well.

Though there is no jam side in the hand.

I'm also aware of Highsome around there. Rather than that, there's no way jamside would hit him or anything like that. That is why he advised the collector to stay away from the north, which is the sensing range of jamsides.

"- Seems to be operating a lot in the northern zone, but what are you up to?

Koske, who was observing the relationship between the collector and Haitham, puts an exploration into Haitham.

It was true that small-scale clashes between northern tribes were frequent.

"What? Was I still there? Active and everything, the usual. That's the desert."

"Was there blood in the blood? That much has been investigated. But there are too many these days. One looting after another is taking place at key bases in the north. Yes, as if a heavy stone had been removed"

Rafal bought up slaves in the land and collected information from it in peace.

He further liberated himself from slavery, paid him, and allowed him to pioneer the East. The cost of slavery is deducted from that salary, but if you repay it, you are free to do the rest.

That is how he gathered the information and effort of the land in a short time.

"Wow. You seem to have a long hand. But it's always the same."

"No, it's not as' windy 'as it sounds to your tribe."

"Wind" is the intermediary distributed by the Arwala to all parts of the country, and is a means of communication at high speeds.

I shook my hand with my right hand, and I wondered if this meant that I was beating each other with my left hand, and while the collector envied the dexterity of the two, he sighed several times that they were annoying from the morning.

"If you're both done for, go home. Do the fox and fox makeover in the room. We're big, haunted cats."

Then, don't be with a haunted cat or something. Snow White punches a goth on the back of a collector's head.

"... right. I beg your pardon in the morning. See you later."

That's what Koske said and got into the floating boat, leaving only Haitham to say goodbye and cross over to the tumor lizard.

When the two left, the collector was getting more tired, but asked Snow White to tail Koske.

"You should swallow as much as you like when you're done. Or you can swallow it all."

It was snow and white, which I had said was yada because it was hot, but I followed Koske in the wind that I had no choice.

After all, Koske didn't even rendezvous with anyone, and apparently went back to the east end.

"I don't know if I can trust you, but you're a disciplined and serious man"

Irida looked amused when she stopped her training hand and watched the strange combination of the collector, Haitham and Koske. Discipline was an appreciation for Koske.

"I think that's what a lot of guys in the country where I was born look like."

Elida, and look seriously at the collector as Yobi says something.

"... I didn't do much better."

"I think it's more a matter of sexual roots than inability to do it."

"... but I feel close to the root"

When Yobi said that from the bottom of his heart and smiled, the Zao escaped from the facade to the rock hole.

"Yeah, I'm cute where you run right after you do it, man."

Snowflake nodded yeah and Yobi smiled like that too.

Then a couple of times, Koske visited the rock hole, Highsome visited, and even both, what a strange thing.

Whether it's a koske or a high sum, I want to repair my relationship with the collector. I have not denied that I had the desire not to conflict with Snow White.

In addition to that, there seemed to be the thought that the collectors would have trouble with each other if they were incorporated into one or the other organization, and they were exploring each other's bellies.

In a situation where the collectors were almost independent forces, and under the mighty power of snow and white, we could not use coercive means against each other, we managed to establish a good relationship with the collectors, and we were trying to gain access to information softly.

But contact with each other, with the collectors, was a secret to the chiefs and superiors.

It was realizing that if we used the national and tribal way here, our relationship with the treasurer could collapse.

From daylight that day onwards, the rock hole was visited by Koske and Haitham.

Outside, the heat that deserves the word burning dominates.

It's usually a lot cooler in the rock hole, but it was still hot in Japan in the middle of summer or so because the outside temperature was approaching sixty degrees.

Koske and Haitham successively visited the rock hole to escape such scorching heat, where they round their eyes to what the collector was eating.

"... is that ice?

Burning during the day, but cold on desert nights. Naturally, the water in the water bottle freezes, so Haitham also knew about the presence of ice.

But the desert day is hot and leaves no ice. There is no such thing as a habit as finely crushing and eating ice, much like a zodiac.

"It's ice, no matter where it comes from."

"Nice, shaved ice. Would you mind splitting it up, please?

"Make your own."

"No, I'm not suited for ice sperm. Besides, we don't have ice sperm here all day, do we? The Spirit Ball will be gone soon."

"Come on, West. So you eat like that. You don't taste like ice."

"You're going to eat it with syrup... that? Is there any syrup?

"... get out when you eat."

The collector also had trouble explaining, and made shaved ice on each of them, and pounded the watercress of the red coconut liquor there.

"What..."

"Well, that's not bad."

Haitham is happy, and Koske mouths the shaved ice in confusion.

The taste is like a slightly sweet beer on a shave with no bitterness or carbonation, with a mouthful of koske tilting its neck.

"... something different"

"Snow White is delightful, isn't it?

Snow and white are eating shabby shakes with red coconut liquor on the shaved ice. Azlona is just eating ice that looks delicious, but sometimes she had a headache, twisting her body and being stuffy.

"If you have red coconut wine, so does Goulah..."

"It's the only thing I've dried"

The goulash as much as the chicken egg, which is the red coconut fruit, is certainly sweet, but when dried to a preserved meal, the sweetness decreases. Currently, only its dried gula is present at times.

"I didn't know you liked sweets. The people in the west seem very proud of their tongues."

"It's not that rare over there, then."

High Sam and Koske were about to start exploring their tears and bellies again.

But the snow and white that were irritated by this heat were loudly slashed and kicked out of the rock hole.

All three.

"Why even me..."

When the collector tries to go back, he hits the black cloth all the time that he doesn't come, and he can't follow it in his hand because it makes his tail ramble.

"... Menopause disorder or hysteria"

A snowy white tail stretched out of the back of the rock hole, and the sawdust penetrated from his face into the desert.

"- Hot!

He stared at the collector jumping into the hot sand so that Koske and Haitham feared.

"... why are you following me? If you guys were here, no one would let you get away with it."

If only the usual dressed collectors were to wrap a black cloth around the dragon-hua-style coat, the people of Ubar would hide it with their help, but not without the prestigious Alvara hitham and the courskey of the kingdom of Albaum, the remnants of the occupation of the eastern lands.

"Well, don't say that. I don't know much about Ubar either."

He is a high sam who tends to Moro and waits for the Buryeag tribe, but only approached the vault of the vaulter, avoiding trouble.

"It's safer to be with a collector who's familiar with Ubar."

Koske weaves his feathers from the top of his uniform with the big cloth he got in this desert, but it's still the leftovers there. It is only through talking to the chiefs of this land, but it is difficult to walk through the city waving the major players.

The collector gave up and appropriately hung out, unable to escape from Haitham's physical abilities and Koske's "eyes".

The whole city is idle though.

In the early mornings and evenings, settlers and nomads are disturbed and lively bartering is taking place, but the common desert people do not hang out like the collectors, avoiding this murderous scorching heat during the day.

"- By the way, are the two women living together Omae's wife?

Suddenly, the collector blew out.

"Oh, that bothers me, too. When it comes to Elida from Bee Shooting and Yobi from Star Shooting, isn't it the famous pair that sold their names in that Anquar massive Warcraft disaster, and then even after having organized a party called To the Desert? What the hell kind of relationship is that?

Within acting with Elida, Yobi had earned the hatred of 'star shooting'. It was named for the smashing of a planet pouring out of the air shooting warcraft and in connection with "Bee Strike," the hatred of his partner, Elida.

The collector was impressed with the yobi that had reached the point of being hated.

Most likely, they will be depressed.

Hate is literally a hatred, sometimes referred to as two names, aliases, or street names, which are originally named by others at will to distinguish them from others of the same name. It could be said to be a good distinction to be named, but for the giant species, the significance of a bad distinction between being targeted and cheaper and being targeted by a large number was stronger than that.

Even Yobi, who teaches Elida, who doesn't like hatred very much, naturally imagined that the collector would not like it.

"... think as you please. There's nothing you can say from me."

Speaking of not being my wife here, etc., the truth leaks from Highsome and my surroundings get loud. That made it a lot of trouble at the beginning of the migration.

"Omae's been a desert man for a long time."

A man of power marries many wives. It is the power of connection, and the boast of the power of being able to feed those who are. Haitham is still alone in Maryam, but the chief Basit has more than ten wives.

"... Is the collector Harlem, too? Well, personal freedom about that, but you often have a body and a spirit. If I'm alone, it's enough."

"... it's called 'too'."

"No, Hayato or Tor or something. Well, in Tor's case, I felt pressed and sad on my back."

Highsome snorts.

"He's a worthless man."

"Better than an unrestrained man."

The collector stopped, butting the two people who had begun to tease each other again.

It's a small tent dewstore there. An unmotivated old man was spreading crap.

The "grassy brush" in it curiously bothered the collector.

"Hmm? Why is there a brush here?

What is commonly used in this desert is a blade pen, but not so much out there because of the low literacy rate. Arithmetic is developed because the barter is closed, but it is either arithmetic or written in the sand, and that is it.

"Old man, I want you to trade that, but what about in exchange for salt"

The old man, who seemed to have slept, looked up in response to the word salt of the treasurer.

"... one of those sachets."

"That's too much. You're a ruin crap with no use for it anyway. How about a pinch?

"Even the crap was brought back from the mouth of the trials. You can't take a warrior's pride lightly."

I have been rubbed in this Ubar for about two seasons with the collector. I was able to negotiate some discounts.

I exchanged it several times and exchanged it for half the salt in the sachet, but Highsome pinched my mouth there.

"Those things are falling near the entrance, even at the mouth of the trials. Even children can bring it home. That's two knobs."

The old man stared seriously at Haitham's face before nodding lightly.

Leaving the spot after the exchange, Koske grumbled with an uncomfortable face.

"Looking at people and doing business, that's all you need to do."

With Haitham pinching his mouth, the opponent immediately lowered the value. I guess I immediately understood that it was the Arwala tribe. I don't like the Alwara, but I can't help it in the weak tribe. If you present an extrajudicial exchange ratio, that could become a rumor. Apparently the old man avoided that.

"Huh, I haven't done anything as nasty as the merchants in Xama and elsewhere. I'd say it's worse to be left alone."

"I don't know that because that's not me. I'm just doing it on my own without any coverage. If you want to cook, cook and enjoy it. You're good at pillaging, aren't you?

The collector pinched his mouth as he sighed at the two people doing it together on something.

"I traded it for half a sachet of salt with my grandfather earlier"

High Sam, and even Koske looked at the collector with a frightened look on his face.

"... it's like a tax. Look at them and do business. I do get angry sometimes at first, but it's not like there's no reason."

The other tribe to replace is actually not that wealthy.

The higher the demand in the tribe first, the more equivalent-exchange or deficit-ready it will be.

From there, it is cheap for the deeply related tribes and exchanged for the shallow tribes at a high rate. In addition, he seemed to take into account the power and financial power of the other tribe over his own tribe, and such things.

If you end up seeing total tribal spending, you never win alone.

It also took more than a season for the collectors to convince themselves that Irida and Yobi had shown exquisite communication skills to realize it and have been taught. It was the first thing I could understand trying to live in this desert.

It is something that cannot be seen in the high sums of the great tribes that are screwing everything down with their power or in the coursuses that are trying to create an album kingdom at the eastern end.

"Do you consider that much?

The collector snorts.

If you put it in a way that has no body or lid, it is a security issue. You can't beat having more snow and white, but if you don't have a place to live, you'll also have trouble with snow and white.

Of course, if that was something extrajudicial, the collectors would never trade again, but they thought it would be unacceptable to get somewhat higher if it stayed acceptable. Although the circumstances were significant that the collectors had no trouble with salt.

"I live here. If you go into town, you tell them to follow the town. … well, not always."

When I was with the Buryeags, I never gave in to what I could not tolerate, no matter what I thought, as I had stopped plundering and kidnapping marriages.

Most importantly, this need not be taken into account by humans who do not need to live in the land, and the collectors were not willing to push it onto Highsome or Korske.

The three of us walk out saying no again, but now Highsome stops.

It was the tent of a certain nomadic people, but it was the priest who was inside.

Sandra priests dressed in white cleric clothes with embroidered vermilion of fire were talking about teaching the Ubar men to their opponents.

"- The Black Dragon disappeared because he feared Sandra's divine flame."

Never a lie. The fiery brave are also fighting the Black Dragon at the eastern end when crossing. Just because many black dragons went to the Hayats didn't mean that the floating ships of the Album Kingdom hadn't fought.

It's just that the majority of the audience with about ten people is young men, mostly just listening in their spare time during the day. I still have a worse attitude than I have heard half the time, but still, this justice and evil was a heterogeneous thing in the desert with the tribe.

"... brave, right?

Too fluent a word and a Japanese face, the collector asked Koske if he was a brave man. Just because you were a clerk doesn't mean you remember all the students.

"Yes, Takuya Jindo, as you can see, is a Sandra cleric."

Takuya Shindo, Takuya Shindo, who has the protection of "Bow of Fire".

Ever since I was abducted and summoned to this world, I have been flirted with the thoughts around me and I have been helplessly cornered. That's when Sandra saved me, incoming me, and said I became a cleric.

"Are you with Aoi Goutkuji or something from the judgment of fact?

"I'm in a slightly different position. It's a bad way of putting it, but Mr. Aoi used Sandra to make use of his protection. Takya became a cleric to believe in the doctrine of Sandra."

"- God is with you. I will save you at all times. That's why I'm here, a brave man. '

When Takya finished the sermon, one of Takya's party members started talking this time. He speaks a common language fluently in Ubar.

"How about a re-departure in the eastern lands in order to get out of the dark ages? The Kingdom of Albaum welcomes you."

Sandra goes to the eastern end with the cooperation of the album, where Sandra supports the album. That's how it worked.

informing them of the dominion of the eastern end. Recruiting earnings to pioneer the eastern end. Depending on work, the land you have pioneered can be your own.

It is only by entering the eastern lands to prevent looting and occupation by the desert people that restrictions are imposed, but the Kingdom of Albaum was in the process of pioneering them without ever eliminating them.

……

He was turning his sharp eyes to the clergyman, who would still jump and kill him.

"... the chiefs and strong warriors have not even put it on their teeth, but that one is dangerous"

Hytham heard Sandra preaching several times in the north as well and was attracted to the doctrine. I had to assume that the blood retaliation connected to the continuous cotton was still unproductive. I even felt like I could be saved.

But that's why I realized.

The doctrine of Sandra is that God and the individual unite and sever the tribes and individuals that have been associated with cotton. Both righteousness and evil are decided by God, who denies the justice and evil of the tribe. I was convinced that destroying the tribal union in that way was the aim of Sandra, no, the Kingdom of Albaum.

What life is and what death is. Do you expose the corpse like the one you yourself plundered? What happens after that?

Most young people have such a deep-rooted question somewhere. No matter what kind of brave man he was, there was such a thing as an unstable time when he was young.

If it were meant to be, it would all be taught as a tribal statute, something that we would experience within living in this desert, but Sandra gives us a certain answer to it 'right away'.

If that were to come out of the tribe, High Sam might not have remembered that much of a crisis either.

But in reality, the leftovers, proud of their mighty power and power, have brought them in.

The more God brings in all righteousness and evil, and the more those who believe in it, the more the tribe cracks. Instead of cracking, destroy yourself.

Sure, most people still laugh at Yotai, but I don't know what will happen in the future.

The spell is dangerous, but Hysam was more dangerous to Sandra religion.

"Album policy is not invasion. Preaching was also authorized by the city's leading men, so you don't deserve to blame the Arwala for trying to rule the land by force. Besides, if everything that's powerful is right, I don't think there's a problem with the Album Kingdom doing something to push you."

"But at least the Xamas are leftovers. Besides, Omae's boss has a verse about inciting inter-tribal clashes. It's no surprise you think you're up to something."

"... You are the ones who are repeatedly fighting to wash blood with blood in the first place and are devastating people's hearts. Just suppress it with force, kill it, enslave it. I am tired of such a life and naturally ask for help. If this desert is truly wonderful, no one will ever become a Sandra, nor will they try to help pioneer the east. Assuming, when they come back, they turn their fangs on you, you deserve it."

"Where is it that you are bringing sparks into the desert with your Savior temper, following your weakness? Leave me alone. Whether we kill each other or enslave each other, it's a matter of this desert. Don't stick your neck in this desert for the rest of us who aren't willing to expose our bodies."

"I won't stick my neck in it. We have land to the east, so long as we can safely navigate the desert. Instead, you must be raiding."

"I don't know. Even if that's the case, that's the way this desert works."

The collector was listening to the two of them with complicated thoughts.

The collectors have done similar things, such as looting and obstructing kidnapping marriages.

Of course there is no such thing as the thought of dominating this desert, nor is there a back shield for the great powers and big organizations. I know for myself that the intention is quite different.

Still, I also felt it might not have much to do with the recipient.

On top of that, what I think was still that what was being done on the part of the Mido continent was unacceptable. At the same time, I cannot affirm the high sam of the Alwara tribe, who are trying to rule with random violence.

In the Mid Continent, religion and magic are the science and philosophy of Japan.

But in this underdeveloped desert of civilization, the will of the tribe based on the moderate faith of the natives hits it.

In the Mid continent and in this desert they were the truths to believe, and that was the same sense of Japan believing that it was almost true to be proven in science.

That's why people in this world believe in religion, in tribes. I have to believe it.

Highsome's words that the album uses it can never be a mistake. But Haitham is also part of a tribe that is trying to dominate this desert with violence. It doesn't make so much difference what you're doing.

Thus the collector could understand both stories, but neither was acceptable.

If you stick it in, you stop going to a place called Difference of Position.

Koske and Heisam also realized that a collector who did not try to join the two arguments had another idea.

I was convinced that High Sam hasn't either, and I couldn't say anything, guessing that Koske would also be the difference between deciding where it belongs or not.

The three broke up as they were without returning to the rock hole.

When the sun began to set, there was still snow and white when the collector returned to the rock hole.

Snow White blames the treasurer for the thief going in without someone, but it was Snow White who kicked him out in the first place. The collector doesn't know the 'treasure' that snow and white are accumulating, so he can't help it.

The collector was somewhat uncomfortable, and when he sat in the enclosure, he took out the brush he had obtained in the outdoor shop.

Washing the tip of the brush and knifeing the tip of the hair will give you something to feel.

"I knew it was magic..."

Whimpering about that all by yourself, checking for curses, letting magic flow... but not activating.

……

The collector who decides it is broken, whether it is broken or the brush is brushed and inked, tries to try and write...

- 'Bounced'.

The brush flies to the back of the snow and white that was about to go out like no other, and writes something further.

It was a letter I had never seen, but it could be read by a collector with translation skills.

"Fools. You arrogant, runaway, evil girl. Think of my anger. '

After that, it was a line of cursing gossip that could no longer be heard.

"That's crazy. It's not supposed to be a curse..."

He was a collector pulling out the magic books and examining them, but Snow White looked back loosely.

The brush continues to move now, the beginning and end of a prank on Snow White's face. The brush cleverly avoids the snow and white tail, and still continues to draw.

- Garru.

Die, roaring just one word, and Snow White jumped at the Collector.

"It's broken, please."

Not only did I say it was unreasonable retribution, but it was also a bad idea that the collector was giggling at me.

Snow White turned the collector into a markazilli all in retaliation.

"- You're still close. Pfft."

There Irida and Yobi, Azlona, returned.

Seeing the snow white depicting graffiti as if it were a panda, Irida erupted and held her mouth so that Yobi and Azrona could laugh.

Elida and Yobi changed in their private rooms as they were and came back.

Yobi is Buryeag-style, and Irida is a giant race-style everyday outfit in Reciharam. The yobi's came from the Buryeag tribe, and the Irida's came from his mother, Yolanda.

"I don't know what happened, but wash your body quickly"

Shaking the liquor pot that Elida had replaced, Snow White casually threw down the collector and jumped into the bathroom.

Snow White, who soon returned, began drinking quickly with Irida, next to which Yobi began to prepare his meal.

The collector sits down behind the furnace, healing the bite wound on his head.

"You can do it in a minute, so please wait."

The meal was on duty and it was Yobi's turn today. I used to be married and yobi dishes are the best.

"And a knob, please."

When Yobi quickly cut the meat and stabbed it on the skewer and stood in the enclosure, Azlona was invited by the smell of the meat to form in the enclosure as well.

The zodiac rubbed his head and looked at the scene.

Irida and Yobi. She's definitely beautiful, and she feels good. I have the ability to live, and I have the ability to fight.

Sometimes you want to get close to the flowers that are within reach, but the collectors were enough in their present relationship.

Look at the women in good spirits, draw.

Tap lightly and drink away.

He also has intimate relationships with Nirufal and Farud, who can also be considered friends.

Even the people living in Ubar are able to get along well with the rest of us. More importantly, snow white and azrona are accepted.

When I was in Japan, it was an unthinkable situation since I was in the Mid Continent.

No, there could have been a similar situation. But the collector himself felt differently.

Surely this is a harsh land.

Once there is famine, there will be tribal clashes and blood at once.

If you were in Japan, you would never choose to live in such a noisy place. You wouldn't even want to travel.

But now, above all, to live here, I was able to be myself.

Depending on how you do it, there are many issues you can manage to handle. Few enemies.

That sense of reality was more obtainable than anything else, stabilizing the feelings of the collector.

Even under similar circumstances, what I could see was as if it were different.

That night, Snow White was once again about to do a treasure hunt on the Black Dragon cliff.

Snow White was in a bad mood again.

There's someone to drink to each other, and a woman with no bad heart takes care of the collectors.

More importantly, people were close to warcraft. Unlike when you were on the Mid Continent, you don't have to give in unilaterally to people if you only show strength. Above all, it was easy.

"... sorry for the meantime"

Lisa apologized to Snow White for sticking her head in a small rock hole and looking for loot.

I was aware of the signs, but they were troublesome and I ignored them, but I even called my voice.

Snow White looks grumpy for nothing, but Lisa is not scared at all.

"... can't it go through? But thanks."

Even though Koske doesn't seem to have talked about it, he's going to thank me for some reason.

Snow and white make eyes black and white and confuse.

"I made up my mind. He said he'd create an immigration association."

Establish an immigration association and protect the women. At the same time, ethics and rules will be determined. I will use the authority of the brave. I'm not lost anymore.

"... I'm sure Dr. Tajima would do this."

I am aware of the weakness of choosing Gouda, but I still admired Tajima.

Even in a world like this, I persevere in myself. Fight. That looked good.

I wanted to be one myself.

"Heh, I'm sorry it doesn't matter at all. But you overlapped with Dr. Tajima that night. Its spotless whiteness reminded me. So, thanks."

That's how Lisa left.

Snow White was tilting his neck all the time.

What the hell is that?

Lisa turned straight to Rafal.

"- We will set up an immigration association"

Rafal only said yes, but he had a small grin.

Lisa liked that laugh.

Would I have deserved to stand next to Rafal's, no Gouda at all?

Lisa tries to leave Rafal's room all day without being sweet. There's so much work to be done.

"... tell me when there's nothing I can do. I'm gonna give you a little help."

Lisa couldn't bear such Rafal's words after all, she jumped on Rafal with a full grin and kissed him.