Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

Two mossy boulders stood blurry in the darkness illuminated by the thin red moonlight.

The boulders tend to fit perfectly as if they were two hands together, but there are holes in the area bordering the ground.

Looks like a small shadow and azrona went in there like he was wearing a robe, and the collectors stepped in to follow.

He is a collector who was about to float a small light in hand before proceeding inside the abandoned ruins, but Snow White lightly overtakes the collector and moves ahead without warning.

Ahead, there was Azlona's back.

I'm tempted to look for a small shadow in a robe that I've lost sight of at some point...

- Shin. Tam.

The sound of familiar noise frightened my body.

I don't want to turn around.

Azlona thought so from the bottom of her heart, but the sounds of regular ringing come closer and closer.

- Shin. Tam.

I don't want to turn around. However, Azlona's neck gradually moves to the pressure of having to turn around. The neck, which was on the plate of conflicting emotions, is not giggly as if the oil had run out and a rusty hinge, but it does turn around.

And -.

I swung up my white tail loosely, and I found a snowy figure smacking the ground creepy.

I can't run anymore because I've seen it.

Azlona stretches her spine slightly and turns back to the snow white, but her gaze stares at the treasurer behind the snow white as she shrugs.

Azlona's large eyes were further opened in the eyes of her gently distracted collector.

- Ugh!

How many times do I have to tell you not to follow strangers? Okay, I want to be dried again. What are you gonna do when you're all grown up and the contents don't accompany you?

A crossbow-grade thunder fell on Azlona.

While Azlona is being scolded by snow and white, the collector walks up to the wall to pass on the inside of the abandoned ruins.

The size is about one minute in the classroom. The interior is surprisingly narrow compared to the size of the rock.

Immediately, just the opposite from the entrance, the collector who reached the deepest part of the square stops.

A pompous, empty hole.

Ahead the rocks were scraped without sound, and one staircase after another was formed.

Up.

Someone's will. In a place like this...

That's all I thought about. I even pinned it on the collector.

"... is this, is that it?

Speaking of monumental entanglement wonder phenomena, it is about gods that are now obsolete and about to be forgotten, such as' Mixed Ancient ',' Sele 'and' Unnamed God '.

Whether there is a small shadow invitation or a staircase rather than a pit, around where I feel uneasy where it is not a compulsive invitation.

With that in mind, the collector peered into the hole, looking up, and for now came Snow White, who had finished his sermon.

Behind that, there was a grudge against Azlona with her tears eyes. She stares at the collector with her eyes, then swells her cheeks and turns her puffy.

I grew up not looking like a flying dragon all round, but even though I was anxious that this would be okay, the collector sees the snow white.

"Probably a forgetful god tangle, but does it look okay to go?

When the collector asks, Snow White goes up to the wind about what he is now.

Azlona, scolded by snow and snug, followed itself and behind it, and the treasurer followed it.

- So, Stone fell.

"- Gu."

The collector leaks a groan at the sudden fall, but he was still relieved in a sense that he was oblivious to God's entanglement. Though there are pitfalls to relieve or something.

But Azrona, who fell with him, gets bummed and panicked, to the point of being aggressive.

- Ha-ha-ha.

"- Yikes. Don't bite, don't rush."

The Azlonians, who helped and bit the Founder's leg all the time, the Founder falls into a hole.

After that, the snowflake on his face chased him, and he fell.

"- Huhahahahahahahahahaha, kneel before me"

A treasurer stuck in Azlona, entwined and fallen, and a snowy white sits beside him.

The voice was emanating from a decent, black statue of the goddess sitting in front of the three of them.

Black stone statues from a small race that are only about the size of a roadside vault.

It was not a young girl, much like a small race that shrunk the race as it were, but did not have the characteristic of the amount of head hair that was its characteristic.

"- My name is Arzo alla Ayuma. Be the supreme god of absolute evil. Come on, draw. It is to portray ourselves, gather our faith, drive down the earthly gods who sing about this world, and restore the glory of our world again. '

A lying villain was the kind of dialogue that fits perfectly, but as a collector, I have difficulty reacting because the willingness to communicate directly to my head only sounds perfectly serious.

Indeed, it seems forgotten and divine.

But evil gods.

There was a small surprise in that, but if you think about it, you can also be convinced.

It was basically the god of goodness that the Zodiac had met so far.

"Mixed Ancient" was a barbarian god, but not an evil god, but a good god for barbarians and warcraft. "Sele", who presides over the judgment, is naturally a good god, and "God without a name", who meets in the desert and whose eyes are drawn by a collector on his faceless face, is extremely primitive, and who just applies fear and the unknown darkness to God as it is, not an evil god.

But even though I forget God, it's God, so naturally it's no strange thing to have something called evil God.

I don't deny that there was some aversion to the existence of an evil god, but it also plunged me with the words and deeds of an evil god of villain temper.

In that shock, when I met the statue of the forgotten goddess, I had also completely forgotten the offering I was making for now.

"... can I go home?

Snow and white also snort at the true meaning of the collector, who has become puffy and zero.

It's not because I'm a bad god.

I will not tell you to bow your head down, but this means that you can lose your motivation even if you are commanded by your dignity.

But the little evil god doesn't even care about the tense decline of the treasurer or anything, and he says it off great.

"Huhaha, you fool with a knockout in my trap. You can go home without my permission."

Are you saying that the shadow that invited Azrona is the hand of the evil god? But then I don't see the point of trying to lead you on the stairs. You don't have to drop it on the stairs, because you just have to pit everything in that square.

"... No, I heard it before, but after three days I hear that nature will show up on the way home"

That was once heard by the Mixed Ancients, the Sele, and the Unnamed God, but since not one of the bones has rolled here, it should not even be roughly wrong.

- Oh, my God.

It seems to be of an extremely honest nature, and the heads of the collectors convey the agitation of evil gods.

Even when it comes to evil gods, forgotten gods. The collector thought this might happen unexpectedly to the evil god who lost his power, etc.

"Wow, there's no way my wicked servants will let you get away with this."

Then something small appeared softly from behind the black statue of the goddess.

Trapper.

It also looks like a child wearing a rash black robe securely to the hood, but not wearing that robe, they are all body and have a cake-like texture. There were four short arms that could only be seen in the protrusion, and the lower half of his slightly visible face had a large red mouth similar to that of the third moon.

Though this trap demon seems to be probably the identity of the little shadow in the robe that invited Azrona -.

"... us?

While the collector is squealing, uh, he waves his little arm.

- Cool.

A small barrel of wood fell on the head of the collector, making a manky noise and disappearing.

"... are we really going home?

"Ma, not yet, not yet."

From the back of the trap demon, something just stretched.

The collector feels such signs and shields himself, but the shock is incredible.

- Wet, pepper.

Already snow and white etc. fall asleep in awkwardness, the end of a major stretch.

Azlona seemed concerned about the trap demon in Azlona, staring at the trap demon.

Box Demon "Jackbox".

A warcraft simulated in a vessel that delivers treasures in the ruins, it would otherwise bite those who try to open the chest, but somehow it was just licking the double shield of the keeper, the ice .

A trap demon with a box demon on his back.

That's apparently who the spiteful servants are, but I don't rely on them.

The collectors even have sympathy and try their best.

"... you okay?

"Eh, shut up, shut up, just draw."

In the zodiac's brain, it only felt like a small race was having jitters and eclampsia.

"- Didn't I tell you I'd invite you in with proper procedure"

Suddenly, behind the treasurer, the opposite wall of the black goddess statue makes a terrible noise.

As the collector looked back at the sound, the wall was quickly dug and a small, white statue of the goddess revealed itself.

Two white goddess statues on a black goddess statue.

However, the black statue explodes even more eclampsia so that the words of the white statue bounce back.

"I don't know. Why do you have to follow my procedures? I'm a bad god."

'Didn't that scold the Fei Long child? What are you doing, at least because you led them on the stairs, until you pit them there'

"It's bad because you're trying to take away my servant. Yours belongs to me, but mine belongs naturally to me. You can't take it away from me."

The white statue of the goddess was trying to sneak up and calm the collectors, but it seems the truth is that the evil gods took the stairs as a pit and sidelined the collectors.

Ignoring the black goddess statue, which was raging with eclampsia, the white goddess statue spoke directly to the collector.

"- My name is Henri Alla Asma. Used to exist as a good God, but now this Arisama. If you'll excuse me, no, why don't you leave us in the world? '

Even as a collector it was hard to refuse to be politely asked this way, but with all its meaning, the collector glimpsed the black statue of the goddess.

Sigh.

The little white statue of the goddess is an unspeakable concern, and the imbalance between her body and her work has sparked the desire to paint the keeper one by one.

'... even though it is a statute to be forgotten and extinguished, thus appeared those who knew the circumstances on the verge of extinguishing. That Ayuma was also a prouder evil god by nature, but he lost his power and even the stone statue was so tiny...'

He was on the verge of extinction, so he was a small stone statue.

Was the way it was supposed to be beautiful to corrupt people at a glance?

"... I've been thinking that if you can paint and have the condition of someone with some strength to dive the ruins, you're also on this continent? You don't have to wait for me on purpose, do you?

"It is stipulated that the old God shall be forgotten, imprisoned in ruins, sucked up in power, and vanished. But we are so thanklessly leaving our name and appearance in this world that we intend to postpone the statute even if it is mean. Now would not be interesting for the gods of the platter. If we come into contact with the people of this world, the followers of other gods, we may touch their scales. '

Therefore, we can only ask those who are in this world but are not under God's influence due to some circumstances, or those who come from another world altogether, like the Summoners of the Founding Fathers, and are not involved in God in this world.

"- If it's as good as asking the dragon god descendants, it'd be better to disappear."

The black statue of the goddess roared.

But since then I have been so angry, I have been twitching and scattering without giving a matomo explanation.

According to what the White Goddess Statue explains with another sigh, these two gods of good and evil are to have been eaten and extinguished by the dragon god of tyranny in the fragmented mythology that remains today?

If the myth is, so will the facts of the gods, so it seems that the Black Goddess statue can't help but regret it. He says he hasn't seen it in over 20,000 years.

'It's your fault in the first place. Because it spoils the faithful.'

"You say that. I had to turn to that follow-up because I demand sacrifice to excess in the name of trials. '

A child's fight rather than a god's fight.

There was that little figure, and that was what was happening in the zodiac's brain.

The collector sighs and still takes out the tools of the painting.

I'm just free even if I don't draw. With Snow White on his back, who had already begun to sleep, the zodiac stared at the model.

White and black goddess statues.

What a vivid look, but almost a small race except for hair. Even though the jewellery was still wrapped around it, none of the elements were alien.

I stare at the model and bury it in me.

How should I draw it and how should I describe it?

Staring at the statue of the goddess so empty, as usual, I remembered.

When I was in Lesiharm, I couldn't paint the little race of women I wanted.

(- ahahahahahahahahahahaha)

Similar to the black goddess statue, no, it revives a far more lustrous euphoria than that.

Nadala Yag, a sidekick actress I met in Reciharm. She was a small race, but fleshy, and a runaway woman. In the wind that is what you have learned of both righteousness and evil.

On two occasions, the collector drew Nadara, but the first was burned and the second was laughed at. The second one was not burned, but it merely misled the painting with a small hand.

It was a natural story.

I just painted it with the unsolicited imagination that it looked like Nadala, and there's no emotion put in there. There is no way that what is portrayed just by the desire of the collector to portray a beautiful, rampant woman can be so accepted.

Can you draw now?

The Zodiac painting was a hobby, a soul desire and I didn't care so much about people's appreciation, but the Zodiac is also human.

I had not been able to completely ignore Nadara's assessment.

To be able to remember Nadara, the Hunter Association staff Livka, the old woman Sadie, and the Falsha of the Tooth Tiger tribe.

It brings up memories so far as to flash back.

Anger, pity, and bad luck. And tragedy.

My voice echoed in my brain when I tried to immerse myself in the painting again, not now.

- What is absolute evil to you?

It was a sudden question.

The solemn voice of the statue of the black goddess as if the eclampsia had been a lie until earlier.

The collector was answering reflexively.

"Rape, or something?

'Would that have only rolled in the wrong direction of sexual activity? If you roll in the good way, you'll be vital to the prosperity of your offspring.'

That's what they say, I'll add.

"... take it even though it's enough. offend without agreement either. Kill for fun. Isn't that the place?

So if it's enough, it's not enough. If they tell me where the border ship is, I'll be in trouble as a keeper. I wasn't going to be able to put it into words.

――

The statues of the goddess returned nothing when the collector, who was in the end difficult to describe, still said so.

On the contrary, he turns his face back as if nothing had happened, and begins to groan again.

- Asking.

The collector also learned later, but now in an old myth without a name, this two-pillar God is second only to the Creator, whose role is to ask.

Without a response, naturally there is no answer.

Just asking.

He was a God of good and evil, as well as a kind of confession or penance?

The collector continued to paint as he finished the meal with one hassle.

If you notice, it's already been about a whole day.

The only meal I had was a hamburger baked by the snow whites, and I was finishing my meal with one hassle.

So I didn't realize.

I noticed after eating two or three meals instead of one.

When I saw it, Azlona and the trapper were friendly and cheeky with the hamburger.

"Shapi?

And he moved his mouth like the moon of the third day, and beckoned, and rang.

It is an indescribable squeal, although it may not look adorable, like a second-degree child in a deep robe.

"I want to realize by now, the punishment for fooling God. I'll eat it till we run out of food."

When I ran out of food, I couldn't draw, but it was no longer difficult for me to deal with them, and I immersed myself in the painting again.

Then another whole day went by and the painting was finally completed.

"Oh, my God, you little prick. Ha."

No, it's you, but that's what I thought of the keeper, the snow white, and even the white goddess statue.

'That's enough. First name and appearance, if you leave its meaning. Thank you.'

When the white statue of the goddess groaned so, the bodies of the collectors soared.

'... uh, well, come on'

Shortly after hearing such a black goddess statue whine, the zoners were back in that abandoned ruins square.

Snow White and Azlona are safe.

Though the zodiac creates, as usual, a feeling of being transformed into a fox, he looks at the painting of the statue of the goddess at hand and rises back to think that it was still real.

"... what's wrong?

Snow White had already risen and stared at the entrance and exit of the abandoned ruins.

On second thought, it would have disappeared for a whole two days.

The collectors cautiously headed to the entrance and exit, wondering if it would be a hassle.

Gently look out from the side of the entrance and exit.

- There was a dragon.

No, people, dragon race women. The dragon horn protruding from his bright red hair, the dragon wings on his back, was a testament to this. She stands still for a little while, but she is a brilliant woman.

"- I know you're there. Show yourself slowly."

The dignified voice was not clear or anything, but seemed to recognize the collectors firmly.

I try to figure out what to do with the collector, but before I do, I saw Snow White's pleasantly fierce face, and I had nothing else to do but flatter my shoulders.