The Skill Collector

There was a prince in a certain country who was brainy and familiar to the people.

My face is so beautiful in appearance and tall that I mistakenly see it as a woman, and I have an even body that I admire people.

He's also such a perfect prince, but there was only one problem.

I was unmarried in my mid-twenties.

"Well done for coming, collector. Come here without fear."

"Yes, excuse me"

I was wondering if a soldier had visited the inn where he was staying early in the morning, and I didn't know he was going to be taken under the rumored prince.

Along the way, all I could hear from the soldiers was the words "the prince called for you".

It was easy to escape, but I was interested, so the result is this situation.

As rumors have it, he is a prince of beauty. If a man like this whispers even one of his sweet words, most women will fall.

The Prince's private room is white, unified and clean, and the outfit is not decorated in vain to give a soft impression.

You're making me think I might have gotten out of the painting. It looks like there are no shortcomings or anything. - And yet I'm still single. Is there anything behind it?

Disbelief did not appear on his face, and he lowered his back to his face-to-face seat as he was invited by the prince.

"Will you all step back? Because there's something we need to talk about alone."

"I can't leave you as an escort."

"It's okay. There is no hostility towards this man. I don't want to be this good, but this is an order, okay?

"Okay. If you need anything, call me. We're holding back in front of the door."

"Yeah, thanks"

Soldiers and maids of escort disappear across the door.

A prince but not a great attitude, but rather as low on the hips.

Judging by 'psychology', the prince's actions seem sincere.

You're a pain in the ass, this guy. When I walked into the room, I tried to find out the prince's skills in the 'appraisal' at the time, but I didn't see the skills. It doesn't mean the incompetent, it seems to be inhibited by something.

That was the same feeling I used to have when I saw therapy.

If you drop your gaze on the prince's chest, there's a necklace from "The Great Relic" that he also wore therapy.

"Oh, this is it. It's an ancient magic trick that inhibits the other person's 'appraisal'. It's expensive, but when you expose your skills, you're told not to leave your skin alone because there's a diplomatic problem."

Are you surprisingly popular, this demonic prop?

"Was I? I had a strange design, so my blood as a merchant made a scene. I'm sorry."

I don't think I took it so seriously, but if you found out, you should apologize immediately. These guys just got in a bad mood, and it's not uncommon to be thrown into a barn and executed.

"No, no, I'm not going to execute you for this. Big deal."

…………

When I heard the subtle words I uttered with a bitter laugh, I was stunned.

Have you read our thoughts?

Does the Prince also own a high level of 'psychology'? Even so, I am confident that I have not said or acted in a way that reads my mind in Psychology.

"I don't have psychology."

The voice of my heart was heard completely. That means if the skills owned by the prince...

"That's just great, collector. Yes, it's psychosensitivity."

I guess there is no lie or falsehood in the words of a prince smiling.

You own just a rare skill, "Spiritual Sensitivity," a prince of a country.

"That doesn't mean anything, even if it's done in words."

"Yeah, you are. So you can treat me easier."

"Okay."

This skill is a rare skill that allows you to hear people's hearts. No lie passes in front of 'psychosensitivity' and any secrets are revealed.

If the prince carries on the trail, this country is going to flourish more and more. Assassination and betrayal can be detected beforehand. You won't be able to do anything wrong in front of him either.

I know the king, but I feel relieved to have an excellent successor.

"Right. I think it's a privileged ability to govern a country. It's easy to explain to collectors because they're familiar with their skills."

"I'm a little confident when it comes to my knowledge of skills"

"Sounds like it. Looks like he owns quite a few skills.... And you closed your mind to not be read, that's amazing. You're the third person who can't read your mind because of" psychosensitivity. "

"I also have the skills to prevent it."

I don't know the skill level of the opponent, but there are a few ways to prevent it.

Even if you do not rely on your skills, it is also possible to prevent your mind from being read by being heartless. When you become a master of martial arts, that seems possible.... I was prevented by my skills.

"So can you tell me why you called me?

"I don't need a hard word, but that sounds like a habit. No one else called a collector..."

Well, what the hell are you demanding?

Now that I know the secret of a prince of a country, I am certain that if I refuse, I will not be safe. We have no choice but to meet the demands of any impossibility.

The prince's eyes staring at me, silent from there, are serious in themselves.

I swallow softly in the pinned air.

Once the prince exhaled small, he never opened his mouth to his will.

"Actually... I want you to look for a beautiful woman with a heart"

"Huh?"

What did you say with a serious look, this prince?

"This being who will eventually be king of one nation. We also know very well that we are being asked to marry and inherit quickly. But I hear people's hearts. No matter how beautiful you line up, your ugly heart will hear the darkness in the depths"

"Oh, oh..."

If you were in a position to be a prince, only the upper side would be dealing with all the people you're working on.

Have you been made to hear people's dirty hearts so sick of it?

"The only person who knows my skills is my father, the king. When you know this power, you keep people away."

The Prince who squeals so seems flat and somewhere lonely.

No matter how clean and white you look, there's a dirty part of everyone. If you find out your heart's voice is out, it's hard for anyone to get close.

"Ever since I was a kid, I've been overheard loathing people's ugly hearts. So I know there's no such thing as a pure innocent woman. But at least," When you get married, you can luxury all you want! "Or," Nice face, but that one looks small. I want a wife who doesn't think, "You must suck at acts," or, "I adore how these feminine men get attacked by inflexible soldiers"!

"I see."

It's something I've met again with a woman of extreme thought.

Thousands of years of love would cool off in an instant if you told me that. I also know how to step on a marriage.

"Not once or twice have I strolled the city with patience and searched for the right person because I don't care about my identity. My close lovers all over the city say," I love you, "" I'm with you all the time, "but my heart's voice says," You should compromise with this guy, right? The day I heard him blurring with his heart saying, "If it's my face, it's just as good as this..."

He's holding his head and leaking a sad voice.

If I were in his shoes, my dreams and hopes about romance would have vanished.

"To the lovers who are saying goodbye," I will not see you for a while. I want to be alone and think seriously about what's going to happen, "he said in his mind," I'm going out with you because you confessed to the man of your choice. It's not compatible or if you get tired of it, you come back, so keep it "cruelty! How can you do such a horrible thing with a crying face!

It seems to have accumulated a lot of depression and she keeps turning her body upside down and vomiting stupidity.

This is totally... female distrust.

No, human disbelief because you seem disillusioned with men, too.

"I admit I have an ugly part of it too. But I don't think it's that bad... Love should be something more sublime and reassuring. Don't you think so, collector?"

Speaking enthusiastically is unsolicited, but I have trouble being asked to consent there.

You don't hear my heart, so you can mouth the answer they want...

"The ideal may be, but sex shack is mostly a drooling thing. Though some couples and lovers seem to be able to respect and caring for each other on rare occasions"

"Right. Thanks for telling me the truth even though my mind hasn't been read. The collector looks like someone worthy of credit."

I know it's too much to buy, but I'm purely glad you trusted me.

It's also ironic that someone who can't read his mind is more at ease for a prince.

"For one thing, I also thought it would be easier if I sold this' psycholeptic 'to a collector, but I can't let this go as a king."

With this skill alone, I'm pretty sure things carry in my favor as a king.

Besides, the Prince shouldn't be able to let go of 'psychosensitivity' without that. One who has heard the true meaning of a person all the time falls into suspicious darkness when the other person's heart is lost.

Whatever they say, they just think it's a lie, and they can't trust anyone anymore.

I am familiar with it because there is a precedent for people who used to own the same skills. I still remember vividly the pungent (soggy) face of being chased down to a crazy step in front of me and demanding to buy back my skills.

"At the very least, if a couple or lover can dream of a relationship, they can be a little more aggressive in marriage."

I pity the prince who drops his shoulder and whines. I just want to do something for this country.

No one can respond to the prince's request, or I think of the faces I know one after the other. - There seems to be someone interesting if I let you see some people.

If this succeeds and you are interested in getting married, the king will be happy, and the thick pipe with this country will be connected.

No, originally, do you want to try?

"So why don't we take a walk in the city together later?

To his sudden suggestion, the prince looked at me suspiciously with a frown root.

After obtaining the king's permission, I took the prince out of the city with patience.

I was unexpectedly given a light permit because I am on edge with the king of this country and I am allowed to be merciful.

"First you will see the newlyweds"

"Newlywed? It looks like we're close at first sight, and it's a pretty stomachy thing."

I'm on my way to my destination, but I don't think I can wipe the prince's distrust a little or softly.

But that newlywed couple believes they can handle the demands.

When you arrive in front of a house with a well-maintained garden in a quiet residential area, ring the bell provided at the gate.

Then a beautiful woman in thin makeup - Cerifeiri - appeared from inside the house.

There are no traces of burns anywhere occupying the right half of his face, and he's still a brilliant makeup arm.

"Oh, aren't you a collector"

"Hello, is Mr. Congis here?

"Yes. I was late yesterday, so I'm still sleeping, but you're going to wake me up. In the meantime, please wait inside"

I was prompted to pull my half off and wait in the house all the time, but politely refuse to say enough here.

The prince, staring at her back as she disappeared into the house, nods again and again with a serious face.

"You're a wonderful lady. Surprised by the sudden visit, he was heartily pleased. He seemed to care about me, but I'm glad he didn't pursue it."

My first impression seems to be positive. There is some hindsight in the act of letting people read their minds at will, but this is also because of your country.

Never, I don't want to hear their true intentions out of my curiosity.

"What, a collector? What's up, it's rare to visit a house"

What emerged from the door was a sturdy, congis with a deep carved face on a mass of muscles.

"That's a brilliant body..."

In front of the forged flesh, the prince is impressed.

Because most people are overwhelmed when they get in front of this flesh.

"I got the digging gem, so I thought it would look good on you two newlyweds. This one is a merchant apprentice, and today he is accompanied by his studies"

It is set to

"Nice to meet you"

The prince also responded according to his role.

Remove the sturdy box from the backpack and open the lid.

There were colorful jewels lined up all the time, and I didn't miss a moment when the color of Cerifeiri's eyes changed.

I know her personality doesn't like more luxury than she needs, but the brilliance of the jewels attracts people... especially women.

You heard the swing of your heart, but the prince's face turned to surprise.

"It's a beautiful gem, but I don't need it. I'm sorry you brought this for me."

"You don't want it? Don't hesitate to buy one."

"No. You don't decorate. You told me you liked me. So it's enough as it is now."

I look at the smiling seriferi, and the prince is opening his eyes.

The deal was not concluded because Kongis pulled back after losing to her reluctantly.

As he thanked the two of them and left the house, the prince exhaled loudly, pampering them to pinch their own cheeks and slapping them gently.

"You're here. A caring and loving couple is. I can think of them as a priority over my own... I thought I was jealous."

The Prince's heart seems to have moved a little in the right direction.

One more pair, showing each other the ideal lovers, would make you a little more aggressive in love.

When that happens, who will I introduce...... This is the opposite of the mouth. We like each other, how about the adventurer semash, the surpi childhood tame.

They're a different form of love, too. All right, shall we go with that?

"Bye, Prince. Next we're still less than lovers, but each other -"

"Oh, aren't you a collector"

It sounds familiar to the voice of the person who has spoken in the middle of the story.

A voice that passes reluctantly. Hazy, live tongue good way to talk. I don't have a problem with him alone......

While I had a bad feeling, I turned my body in the direction of my voice, and there was a priest there.

A priest with a gentle grin, as usual.

- I didn't have a problem with it if only, but next to it was a girl in tailored clothes and a sister in a monastic outfit close to her body.

Oh, I shouldn't have this.

"Stay away from the priest, you slut Sister!

"Oh. You're so smart to know what a slut is a hard word for."

Two people pinching a priest and having the usual exchange.

The girl is eaten and hung by her lover, Sister, but as usual she is not even cared for. Sister's 'blunt' skills still look great today.

"Here. You mustn't use the word" girl "to be a slut. I'm sorry for the noise. I need to talk to the collector, so please be quiet."

"Okay."

"If that's what the priest says."

The girl stares at Sister without even trying to hide her disgust, but she grins and tries to stroke her head, being handed away.

"What a cursing storm. The opposing Sister is worried about dedication to what to make dinner... thinking something completely irrelevant ⁉ that she doesn't realize that hatred."

I hear the voices of the two hearts, stunned and my cheeks are drawn.

Is this situation too dangerous for him? You should leave early.

"Father. Are you going out today?

"I was on my way home from shopping. When I asked Sister to go shopping alone, I had a lot of problems..."

I know what the priest is trying to say when he scratches his cheek with a troubled face. Sisters with high levels of "colour," "sedition," and "charm" just wander around the city, singling out the men's gaze - not the noise of the place.

Every few steps we take without the priest, the men come by like worms swarming in the lights. If it's just Napa, it's still fine, but the beginning and end of showing up until he acts like a moron or tries to take him away.

I recently noticed that the priest's "reason" has risen in level, which seems to affect the spirit of those around him as well as himself.

So if you're acting with a priest, there's no one out there to imitate you silly.

In fact, I had doubts that Sister, who has such a high level of skills to seduce people, and the faithful who are with him in the space of the Church, would be well tolerated, but I am also convinced that the priest's 'reason' would have worked.

"Sister has a problem when she's alone. Try to keep your eyes open as long as possible."

"Yes, I understand"

I tried to leave the spot because I was getting worried about a prince who wouldn't leave the rear two slightly motionless staring at me, then.

"You."

Something popped in with a sweet voice.

Sole is a highly exposed outfit called a navel shirt on short bread, and he hugs the priest without getting lost.

At that moment, the sound sounded as if a crack had entered the Guisserie and the space.

"Hiya."

Ahead the prince looked trembling with his bloody face, a girl and a sister staring at the woman holding him with a faint eye.

When it comes to being exposed to such a gaze, the highly exposed woman is flat.

I felt uncomfortable when I saw the face of a woman with liver who was not even upset in this situation.

Woman's face, like I've seen somewhere...... I don't recognize you in your outfit. But not as good as Sister, but I can feel the colour. Somewhere...

"Please step away. Can the devil stay with the priest?

"Before you fall in love, it doesn't matter what the walls of the race are! That day, you helped me not to be fascinated, and I was fascinated!

The conversation between the two turned out who she was.

Sacubus was previously under the authority of a man who had abused his' domination 'skills to attack this country. Is that her? I didn't know because I don't have feathers or tails, but this face is definitely that succubus.

"Hey, whoa, whoa! Oh, my God, you! Get away from the priest! I'm gonna blow a hole in your big chest for nothing!

"You hate priests, don't you? I'm going away. No."

"I don't want to! Don't interrupt the intense interaction between me and the priest!

A girl enters between Sacubus and the priest, desperately trying to step on it and pull it off.

Sister embraces the priest as he pinches his arm with his chest, staring at Sacubas.

... Ah, the priest's level of 'reason' has increased.

"Ko, when he says he's in this vortex of jealousy, he says the priest's heart is at peace itself... I can't hear you at all.

I have eyes for the prince to see something incredible.

I can't seem to hear the priest's heart, but is that 'reason' inhibiting 'spiritual sensitivity', or is' reason 'too high to reach a state of selflessness and no heart?

Either way, I have to say, that's the priest.

But here comes a new challenger. When it comes to joining even Sacubas, I worry about the priest's body...... Let's see how it goes a little bit more.

It's not like I'm about to wake up to high skill.

Since the prince, who hears the voice of his heart, seems to be the limit, he decided to break up with the priests on his way back to the castle.

"Female scared...... Jealous scared...... Flat priests are scared too..."

The prince, who repeats the same words like an abandoned man, is pale in the face.

Apparently there were cursing rumors flying around that made me want to block my ears.

- Has women's distrust worsened?

I don't know. What will they say to the king if he returns like this? Will it still go with those two childhood tamers, as initially intended?

I stopped rushing back to the castle and decided to take him there because he often eats on the first floor of the inn at this hour.

Take the discouraging prince and open the inn door, checking inside.

Haven't you come yet? Not just the two of you, but you don't have an old sage and grandson.

"Welcome home, collector"

"Weren't we going to be late today?

The clerks Sumire and Cheiri walk over.

We don't have any customers, so it looks like we're both out of hand.

"Hasn't Mr. Ruio and the others come yet?

"I didn't see it today. Um, your neighbor looks paler, but should I bring you some water? Please take a seat and rest."

Sumire peeks into the face of the prince she was leaning over and worries me. She's sweet.

The prince's cheek turns red as he stared at such a sumile, and the light returns to his raging lost eyes.

"It's okay. Um, well, can you tell me your name?

"Sumire, though."

"Is it Mr. Sumire? It's a beautiful, clear, comfortable name, just like your heart."

What is this?

"Collector. Thank you for today. Thanks to you, I'm going to find hope in my marriage!

Suddenly the resurrected prince stretched his spine pinned and, thanking me, flew straight out of the inn and ran away.

The guards I've been watching around, they're rushing after me, so they won't have to send me.

"What is it? I hope you're feeling better."

"Come on, what's going on?"

Love at first sight.

I guess I heard Sumire's heart exactly and was distracted by her purity.

The shock in one case with the priests seems to have disappeared, but I feel like it just increased the amount of trouble.

I have a bad feeling about it, but I dare not apply my 'intuition' skills. Because when you do that, your hunch turns to certainty.

A few days later, the prince, who appeared in the inn again, heard Sumire's heart and began to flaunt me by self-certifying me as his lover, is that for the record?