Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

Since they had disappeared from the ground for about two days without authorization, the collectors carefully headed to the entrance and exit, naturally causing trouble.

And from the side of the entrance and exit, I looked softly outside.

- Red, there was a dragon.

No, it's a person. A corner like a crooked knife protrudes backwards from her unwrought stretched bright red hair, with wings on her back when she is a flying dragon, and a thick tail twisting around her glutes. If he was a man with a deep carved face, he stood forty years in front of him and a little bit, but he was a brilliant woman.

"... the dragon race?

Besides both arms, the species with wings on their backs are currently hardly confirmed, but their characteristics belonged to the dragon race, which is only on the old record.

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

The bearers of the dignified voices seemed to clearly recognize the collectors watching from the darkness.

Now the collector tries to figure out what to do, but it's like seeing Snow White's fierce smile shortly afterwards has decided the answer or something.

I could have fought the worst, no, I'd rather it had happened, but I was pushed by a snow-white grin, and the collector slowly walked out of the cave, lifting his hands to the side of his face without resisting or anything, showing a flickering flat hand.

As soon as I do, the sunlight I've plugged in gives me a bumpy headache and the collector glances at me.

But that also made me wary.

Azlona, which follows behind, also imitates the collector as he stands puffy and half with small rear wings to bassa both wings, and Snow White goes out with a sleigh from the rearmost.

The treasurer looked around with a compliment.

There's just a dragon race woman and a hunter gumbo, and one person in a robe further back, and there's no official constitution waiting.

"- My name is Cecil Urcagua. As you can see, it's a dragon race, a patrol officer. Then I am not willing to harm you. However, it means entering the country from outside, so we will conduct epidemic prevention and inquiry into the situation. according to the laws of our country, then no harm will be done."

The word also misted the tension that remained only slightly due to shriveled warfare just because Snow White was boring.

I didn't want to fight, which was the true story of the collector.

Dragon race, said to be the most powerful species in the bracketed category of mankind.

I know that the bullshit record that existed on the Mid Continent that I hunted the Spirit Dragon alone, etc., and the emperor who led the Longhua Nation (Lonfa) to unify the Southeast Continent in recent years, is the ancestor of the dragon race, and I don't even think about resisting it.

While trying not to look at the stupid big snow leopard who seemed very sorry, the collector lowered his head gently to respond to Cecil's words and approached him.

Cecil's hair seemed to shine in the morning sun, and her original hair color was copper, bright as a brand new ten-yen ball.

The collector was left behind for some reason after receiving a brief situational inquiry from Cecil, and now he is looking behind Boya and Cecil.

"... the peculiar solids of the High Warcraft? So, this is with the Fei Long mutant species. Mutations into the water are rare. I also hear that warcraft living near the coast tend to..."

In the name of quarantine, Cecil was examining Snow White and Azrona from corner to corner.

You're not scared at all, or you put your hand on Snow White's mouth and you're even looking at the number of fangs and how they look in your mouth so you can peek in.

It was snow white that seemed troublesome at first, but became cooperative as soon as Cecil whispered something in her ear.

Needless to say, the nostalgic Azrona was quickly familiar with whether there was anything to feel as a flying dragon in the circus of the dragon race.

- Geez.

"Mm-hmm. You seem to have a good relationship, more importantly....... I'm fine. You can still be strong."

Circle stroked me and Azlona was in a good mood.

"- Though I was safe. I'm surprised he just disappeared."

It was the hunter's gumbo who called out to the collectors who were blurring out the fun of the snow whites and Cecil. There is a devil dog sitting at his feet.

I also checked Gumbo until the collectors left the cabin and entered the boulder, but it never came out. So I checked inside, but there are no collectors.

I rushed to examine every inch of the abandoned ruins, but it was just a cave, and the figure of the collectors was without shadows or shapes.

Thereupon came the Sersil of the Patrol.

"Sorry. I took care of you"

When the collector said so, Gumbo slapped the collector on the shoulder of everything and everything.

"Master Cecil is a kind man. I'm not going to be punished. I'm fine."

"Dear...?

"You came from the extra room, didn't you? He's royal. Ah, I'm sorry to worry. It's not like you're going to be unattended."

To the word royalty, the collector was a little wary.

"The royal family is a police officer."

"I'm not in the same organization as a regular police officer. He's a direct patrol officer of the Dragon King, and he's also an eyewitness to other patrol officers. Normal cops won't let you go this far."

A special patrol officer with the authority to audit regular patrol officers, the royal family.

Whether that's good or bad, the collector thinks a little.

"- Not so important a position when it comes to the royal family"

Circle, who was supposed to be inspecting the snow whites, took the man in the robe, and, no, he dragged the man's horn abusively, to be exact.

"The royal family, not directly involved in national politics, repairs one or more specialties. That's the rule in this country, so while you're a patrol officer, you're also a veterinarian."

"... is that sarcasm against me? I do what needs to be done."

Even though the man in the robe, who had been roughly grabbed by the corner, protested, Cecil just blocked it.

"- I didn't do it, so I guess this is how you help your concubine work. If you have any complaints, pay back your debts. - This one is Horcan Urcagua. He's my concubine's nephew. He will listen to you. What, you don't have to be nervous. This one is further from national politics than his concubine."

With that said, Cecil has gone over to the Snow Whites again.

"... Huh"

Holkan glanced abominably at it.

A man who doesn't seem to be fully motivated. That was the Horcan.

Long, sandy hair is appropriately wrapped around the back, and the eyes are always half-eyed. Tall, but skinny in body, no signs of being able to fight like Cecil is fine dust. So much so that he thinks he is weak as a collector. He was just a man who made him feel good about growing up to the point that he was likely to be royal if he got himself right.

"So, they're from the outer sea, but what are you doing here in a country like this? Business. Then don't. I can't make money in this country. Go to the Northern Devil's Capital."

That way I'm just saying that's the end of the hearing, Holkan.

"No."

When the collector denied it in the end, Holkan looked like a pain in the ass.

"Research. It's basically a closed place. Still go to the Devil's City."

"I have that, but that's not all"

"Tourism? Not so much samurai training anymore."

"... everything but commerce,"

The collectors were exploring how they could live in the desert.

Beginning with the United Kingdom of El Rodriana, he toured the Kingdom of Rattana, the Republic of Eurifranz, the Longhua Country and the Spiritual Country of Reciharm, and finally reached the desert.

Every country had good and bad things, but in the first place the thing called country was too cramped for the snow whites and the creators who lived. It was unfettered.

But the desert was free everywhere.

It was an area that would fly if it blew ethics or something because of freedom, but if it showed strength, it would be a man, but it would be a warcraft, but it would be admitted.

Plus I could get to know him. I also like the desert landscape.

So I consulted with the Snow Whites and decided.

Live in the desert.

But to do so, we need to do something about the cause.

If you don't do something about the reputation of "Killed the Brave," "The Brave Without Protection," living in the desert annoys those close to you, and you can't sleep around asking when trouble will come down.

"Specifically?

"Autonomous magic research, self-improvement, plus a little information-gathering. Like the Devil's Capital."

"In such a way?

My fingers and ears are missing and I have major scratches from my face to my wounds. Even though Holkan saw it, the collector didn't even look strong enough to flatter him.

"I have no choice. If we don't do it, we're just gonna die."

Nevertheless, thirty roads are also close. The flesh is the best to maintain, and the magic is no longer increasing. There are also injuries and toxic sequelae. Physically and magically, now is the peak, and the rest will only fall.

Still, if you don't do it, you're gonna drool somewhere, so there's nothing else you can do.

"And then... a painting. By the way, if I draw a royal family or something, is that a punch in the neck?

"No matter how much antiques this country is, it's just not that far. Art relations are relatively free. There is no problem with political criticism other than that of blatantly insulting the royal family, especially His Majesty the Dragon King.... but a painting. I can't believe I'm drawing that woman."

That's what Holkan said when he saw Circle better.

- There was a shock.

At the same time, a dull sound sounds short, like hitting a big rock and a big rock.

Holkan's long hair swept heavily, hitting the collector directly in the face.

What happened.

The collector did his eyes on the shock and wanted to meditate his eyes again.

Snow White and Cecil were staring at each other with disappointing hands together, hitting each other in the forehead.

The target is the royal family. My neck really flies.

Apparently, Azrona was rolling with the shock, but to that extent, he decided that he would not get hurt, and now he was worried about his neck, and the collector looked at the Horcan.

For some reason, he looked fed up. As a collector, I want to agree wholeheartedly.

"... leave me alone. That woman's sick."

So somehow, the collector guessed what had happened.

Snow White and Cecil, who wanted to fight, just started fighting.

Now Snow White and Cecil are laughing at each other violently, looking like they're having a lot of fun.

"Don't expect me to. I can't stop such a monster. Instead, there are only as many racial fingers in this country that can stop that"

Holkan seems to have lost his temper to listen, and he goes to a house built on trees.

The collector dragged Azlona's tail, who was turning his eyes in shock, away and sat down on the spot. And as it was, I took out a miscellaneous book of nostalgia, stared at the battle between the two of them, Cecil to be exact, and started painting.

But gradually, the battle itself blinds me.

Circle and Snow White, who confirmed their strength with a head poke, laugh niggly at each other, taking only a few moments in between.

That's just for a moment.

Cecil wraps bright copper-colored scales around her body, making her look exactly like a dragon man.

In contrast, snow and white also merge with ice sperm to wrap ice and frozen chi, circulating sandy snakes.

It was the two of us who took it seriously in an instant, but it was Snow White who was quicker.

Almost one foot eats it up Circle's throat.

But what bit me was a tough arm when I was a dragon.

Cecil, who stuck his arm in the spot where his neck was bitten, took the sand chain saw and frozen air, and even the snow and white bite, with its scales. The great lion that manipulates the flames and thunder, the snow-white attack that even Jamshid's body has shredded.

Plus, he lets his arm bite as it is and slaps Snow White to the ground as it is.

To throw so forcefully and powerfully, the snow and white slammed to the ground flashed for a moment and jumped away immediately.

A hand knife, like a bronze sword, profoundly protrudes where there was a snowy head.

Snow White also pounded him with a sore tail as he jumped away all in retribution, but Cecil licked his lips with pepper as if it had worked.

"Nice, good. I didn't know we'd make it this far outside of the dragon species. No such thing as a high-ranking warcraft."

- Grrr.

Snow White seemed to have fun and roared with such a fierce grin.

The world is wide. No, it's too wide. I had no idea that there were humans who could fight against snow whites that were no longer adults and understood contemporary knowledge as well.

"... well, it sounds like fun, okay"

Local state power, which was also vigilant with the upper echelons of class society, is pointless where vigilance no longer exists if it is so strong.

The collector reopened and immersed himself in the painting.

The battle between the ladies lasted for about thirty minutes.

The collector didn't know how the settlement was because he was immersed in the painting, but the way the two were doing was extremely friendly, so it was understandable only that it was a draw or something meaningful.

"... I have a husband, even if he sees me with such a hot eye. I can't live up to that feeling."

Soon Cecil, who was peering into the collector's painting, said that.

The gaze of the collector I was feeling during the battle. And from the painting of the zodiac, they read the zodiac's emotions.

I have a preference at the time of making it the object of the painting.

The sentiments that were gushing in the treasurer were drawn in when they said resolute answers, which were the treasurer's vices, but which were so early, neither denied nor averse, nor accepted.

"Sorry."

When the collector somehow said so, Cecil never blamed him, never told him not to paint, he just pounded his shoulder.

"... by the way, where is he?

When the collector glanced at us and where the Holkans were going, Cecil floated a fiend who was just in the middle of a battle and turned to you.

"So, do you think I can trust you?

When the collector asked, Snow White nodded without hesitation, still with the aftermath of the battle.

Fist each other and you can understand the other.

I don't think the collector, etc., but if Snow White is likely to be trustworthy, there is no material for the collector to deny it, either, as it stands.

Even if you look at Azlona, there's nothing you don't like about it.

"- Then it's fine to go to the Imperial Capital. You'll need an official entry permit and a stay permit to stay in our country."

That's what Cecil said when she came back dragging Holkan, who was asleep in the morning.

"... Money, is it going to take?

The collector had little cash or precious metal with him.

"You'll be staying with the immigration authorities during immigration screening, so if you cooperate with the hearing and research in the meantime, you'll also be able to pay for cooperation. The earliest, three days, or as long as ten."

"The hearing will cooperate. The research... to the extent that the snow whites don't dislike it"

"What this one wants to know is about the outer sea. This continent has been making a lot of noise lately. After that, folklorists and theologians will want to hear a lot about it. And I wouldn't hate Snow White or Azrona. Assuming it's a mutant species of Fei Long trained by the High Warcraft and its High Warcraft. If there's a mix of disrespectful scholars, it's fine if you get it right."

They also establish basic human rights and the rights of intelligent hunting beasts.

The collector was a little relieved that he was developing in addition to his thoughts, possibly more than the Mid Continent.

The villagers enjoyed themselves from the bottom of their hearts.

A collector was found, and Cecil just tried to take the collectors to the Imperial Capital, but he held Cecil back when the villagers asked him to at least let them entertain him tonight.

"I'm not so worried because I'm eating an untreated sheik, but maybe I'm keeping the plague. I want to leave as soon as possible."

Eating a certain amount of untreated Chieftain dragons paralyzes the organism by the thunder sperm stored in the body, but that is no exception for pathogens. It is said that pathogens as paralyzed as people are mostly eradicated by immune action in the body.

Still, just in case, I'd like to do a formal examination as soon as possible.

If the royal family told me so, the villagers could not be stopped, if only for breakfast, and a banquet from the morning was decided.

The villagers held their breakfast together, cooked extra food and even behaved like alcohol.

For the first time in a very welcoming way, the collectors felt their prejudice against something called kingdom collapse in a flash.

"Really, though? You got more than half left, huh?

After an overly large breakfast, it was a hasty departure.

"I only had what I could hold. I also took the necessary materials. And then think it might not be enough, but it's a nuisance charge."

It is the chief dorsal thunder dragon that was hunted when Snow White arrived. I just stuffed it in my food backpack. I also got enough material. It was a hassle to wait until we could redeem it, and Gumbo has a lot to take care of.

"Woe to me. Don't hesitate to send vegetables to the Imperial Capital later."

When the collector shook his hand with Gumbo, he entered the dragon car on which the Circles came, leaving behind a rural village built on a tree.

Snow White is side-by-side with dragon cars, and Azlona is perched on the ceiling of dragon cars like boxcarriages.

"... oh?

Gumbo had dropped off the dragon car with the villagers until they could no longer see it, but I felt like I saw something small sneak up after that dragon car, but in the blink of an eye, it disappeared.

"... man. I thought I could do it."

The magnificent hunter dropped his shoulder disappointingly, wondering if the night had come to pass.

Dragon cars were pulled by ground nail dragons (Sheldra).

Terracotron is a hornless tricheratop with a chitin crust that also resembles rock, and is said to be a mutant species of terrestrial dragon.

However, earth dragons in the Mido continent may be used by people as well as flying dragons, but earth dragons no longer existed in this demon continent. At the end of a harsh struggle for survival, the earth dragon was wiped out, and its mutant species, the land koala, survived and prospered by the time it was said to be a subspecies.

The way Dosdos and the Land Kowloon proceeded through the huge table mountains and vast meadows was a magnificent sight to illuminate as being in a pristine world for the collectors.

"The crust of the terrestrial nail dragon present in the wild is thick, and not even the subdragon can be milled. but for that matter it moves slowly"

"This guy's so fast, huh?

"The ground koala dragon in service has quicker legs by blood and more importantly, has sharpened crusts. I shred my crust once a year, but it weighs nearly five hundred kilos. That's all it takes to get your feet faster."

The collector nodded with interest at the description of Circle familiar with the Warcraft.

By the way, Holkan was defiled, and occasionally the bump and solitary complaints were heard inside the dragon car.

On the way around several villages.

Most were rural villages similar to the villages of Gumbo. They avoided the big city because of the collectors.

However, they respected the existence of the royal family as much as the rural villages, and they were welcomed first to go, and a small feast was held.

"... the royalty of this country is a lot more popular."

Villagers were gathered around Cecil like an idol handshake or something.

Even though royalty is ostensibly welcome, many people actually thought it depressing, but it doesn't feel that way at all in any village.

"... Hmm. The closer you get to the cross, the more you rely on the royal family."

Holkan shrugged as he avoided the villagers and wore a robe from his head and drinks his chills.

When the collector asked in detail, Holkan explained it to me, even though it seemed troublesome.

The demon continent is vast and its shape is said to be roughly square.

And each of the major countries is present in four corners, otherwise it has become a habitat for powerful warcraft, subdragons and dragon species. Huge habitats stretching from the centre of the continent to the cross are called cross belts and people say they stay away.

"Still, some warcraft come out of the cross belt. It's like the chief dorsal thunder dragon that that high-ranking warcraft defeated. A little closer to the village, the royal family would have been dispatched and crusaded. That's the duty of the royal family in this country."

Duty was like throwing up and throwing up.

"- It must be boring to be in a country like this. It's a gathering of people who recognize the royal family themselves and embrace the class society. If you're leaving, you'd better hurry up."

That's all I'm saying, Holkan takes his seat.

Contrary to the gentle expression of Gumbo and the villagers, in the frustrating appearance of the Holkans as if they were in a period of rebellion, the collectors could not grasp their figure in this country and, for some time, watched the feast blurry.

Then a while later, a strange incident happened in front of me.

"Oh, what happened to the booze that was here?

"Are you drunk already? Oh, don't eat my meat."

"I'm not drunk, and eat. Eh!

Rubbing between young drunks. But soon...

"What are you doing in front of Master Cecil? There will be plenty of booze and meat."

A magnificent man who appeared to be a compiler corrupted his fist bone on his head, and a young drunk wandered around, inviting laughter around him.

However, the collector who watched it stare tilted his neck.

I feel like I drank it up, but it also looked like alcohol and meat had disappeared.

Are you out of your mind?

With that in mind, I immediately forgot that it was a banquet.

That late at night.

- Knock, knock, knock.

The collector awoke and rose to the regular sound of

Sleeping satisfied with his fluttering liquor and meat a short distance from the feast, Snow White opened his thin eyes, but placed his tail on Azlona's belly, where he swelled his belly into bread and slept on his back, meditating his eyes as he did.

The collector leaves the barn set on the ground, heads towards the sound, and hits a cabin on a certain tree.

Peeping through an open door was a holcan that shredded something unconsciously when a collector climbed a tree without making a sound.

That was precisely the expression of impatience, such a transformation that it made me anxious to be the same person as the person of the day.

"... blurry, but even that one is a sculptor. Although it is not sold at all. I don't even know my concubine."

Cecil, lurking behind the collector without making a sound, said so in a whisper.

There was just nothing there like contempt, even seeping respect.

"If you're going to paint, you might feel comfortable."

That's all Cecil said and left.

After more than an hour, Holkan finally realized the presence of the collector.

"... Huh, you wouldn't understand"

That said, what a grumpy nose.

The sculpture didn't even know if it was a man or a woman or an animal. It is an odd sculpture, even though it is like adding cubism and surrealism, if you dare to apply it to what the collector has seen.

However, the technology is extremely expensive.

"I feel like I know it as knowledge... well, I don't know"

Though I am fond of painting, I don't know when it comes to sculpture. Besides, when I didn't even know what it was, it was totally cheerful.

"Huh, your painting is too immediate. I'm just charming to the beholder."

"I like it. I just draw it."

Sometimes I didn't like the reaction of the collector, but Holkan was actually concerned about the picture the collector was drawing.

And the word "hobby" crippled my seizures.

"You're not. If you're just portraying what you like as an instant desire, automated writing is enough. But your paintings cannot be drawn in automated writing, and you are aware of the eyes of the beholder. It's just a fallacy, like not being aware of it."

The collector could not deny the allegations. I felt stripped of the unconscious part myself.

Indeed, the painting of the collector consisted of an extremely realistic figure of a woman and an abstract background, accessories and poses, such as depicting its interior and will, with themes throughout.

He may have unconsciously defended himself from the evaluation of others with the prerequisite of a hobby.

"... that's okay, because it's a hobby. But you're not a hobby, are you? Look, there's no point in something you don't understand. There's nothing more boring than art you can't understand without deep upbringing and special sensibilities."

But the collector also seemed to have quite a pride in the painting, and he said it back.

"That's just reopening if you don't have upbringing, no sensibility"

"... Around 10,000 people think there's something like that, they overestimate people. Out of the box, romantic."

"Shut up. You're the one who's going to poke harder. Draw out the nature that people hide and pretend not to see. Poke him out. Draw a theory of results and what to do. Be evaluated. Don't delude me."

Soon, Holkan and the collector were trying to stare at each other and slap each other in the words.

It was the Horcan who returned it to me first.

"... Shit, I'm going to bed now. Get out."

The collector also silently returned to the barn on the ground.

The next morning, the collectors leave the village without a thing and arrive in the royal capital in about seven days.

The Imperial Capital was a vast castle town stretching across the hem of Table Mountain, with gazing stone walls and huge gates.

Not long before the gate was lined up, with the gate or not, Cecil stepped out of the dragon car and said away in the direction of the original road.

"- You can't kill me if you're going to be a big man here. Come out."

The Zodiac and Holkan also went down, and who the hell do you think it is, it revealed itself in a glimpse.

The collector is surprised, Holkan looks suspicious, and Azlona shakes her wings probably.

It waved small to respond to Azlona.

"Hmm, isn't that the trap demon and the box demon that you were led to the abandoned ruins?

"... well, yeah"

It was indeed a trapper carrying that box demon who was serving that forgotten God.

"I've been chasing my concubines. Sometimes, I seem to have eaten something to steal, but I saw a lot of it in the middle of the feast, but if they do that in the Imperial Capital, I'll just have to crusade them on the run. If you're involved with forgetting God, you don't want to be?

Somewhere, they seem to tell me to do something because I'm your associate, and the collector was dazzled. No, I actually had a stinging headache.

If you look at this one and Azlona, you're looking up at the collector with a glittering monocular eye.

- Shepi.

I don't know the look on the trap demon's face as if, but the keeper was somehow remembering a certain word in the squeal.

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

It was an order to the trapper, issued by the evil god, in the basement of that abandoned ruin.

That's why I followed you, and I guess you stole it, too.

"... if you can keep what I said, come with me. If you can't protect that, go home. If you follow me, you can't keep what I said, and you bother people, I'll kill you. If that's okay, come on."

A friend of Azlona's made it difficult to stay down.

On the terms of the treasurer, the trapper tried to look up at the void somewhere before approaching.

- Guru.

but a big front leg of snow and white can be put on the trap demon's head disappointingly.

If you do not obey, I will kill you.

To the intimidation of saying so, the trapper nodded vigorously, and even the box demon he was carrying raised and lowered the lid of the kapakapa and the crate.

"Looks like it's settled. It's like being a hunting beast. Well, concubines work together."

As a warcraft vet, it seems unusual to have a trap demon and a box demon outside the ruins, and just now Cecil started looking into the two.