The Skill Collector

The sun is a city where the majority of the people who set fell asleep.

Late at night so tranquil that I could hear her breath walking next door.

I walk shoulder to shoulder with Sumire.

"Excuse me. I need you to hang out with me this late"

"No. Never mind. The city is safer than the rest, but it's dangerous for women to walk alone in the middle of the night."

It won't be my fault that Sumire's cheeks are slightly red and she looks happy as she bows her head in awe.

I understand she has a crush on me.

I know I shouldn't have these misguided attitudes, but I can't break the impression that I'm a good person as a merchant.

"We had a job late today, and we have to deliver that package to Mr. Cheiri, right?

"Yes, because it seems that the new act of the troupe to which Mr. Cheiri belongs is about to be released, and there's a play late and he's staying at the theatre for a while. So this package is for sleepovers."

"Forget about it, Mr. Cheiri seems to be the one going to the auditorium"

The billboard daughter, who got up to work at noon today, turned to the theatrical archery in a spirit, but she forgot her stuff and went, and this is how Sumire and I were to deliver it.

Walking silently in the middle of the night can be strangely conscious, so we shall enjoy the chat until we reach our destination.

"The general has plans for tomorrow. I was going home."

"If you're Chaili, you don't have to worry about a cold without dressing, but it's also harsh to tell a woman to sleep in sweaty, wet clothes"

"Pfft. You have 'health' skills."

Previously, I bought the 'health' I was born with from her because I wanted to be promoted to the role of a sick heroine and experience illness, but now it's back to her.

"I heard this play was a new attempt, do you know more about it?

"Opera? Apparently. They say music plays in the middle of the play and all the actors sing and dance. I've never seen anything like it, so I didn't pin it."

"Is it an opera? That's one of the common theatres in Western countries. It's a blend of music, songs and plays, and the actors who play it will also need singing skills, so they say it's more demanding and more challenging than regular plays"

"Collectors know things, don't they? Respect!

It's not like I'm impressed with those eyes.

Sumire puts me on something and lifts me up, but I'm pretty sure it's got eyes in it.

"I'm traveling all over the place as a pedestrian. We are committed to actively collecting stories that are likely to be discussed. There is no harm in having information. Because this is how I praised Sumire."

That's what I say, I try to smile tenderly.

Bo was looking at my face the whole time. She panicked and turned away.

"Oh, um, I got tickets to this play from Cheiri, so, uh, if you'd like to join me..."

He shook his courage and said to me, coming from the tremor of his voice.

If you don't feel like it, it's the right way to throw it out here as a man.... but the love she has for me feels a little different than love.

Sumire grew up in a mother and child family and doesn't remember her father's face. I had a young brother and sister, and it was a life I just depended on.

You recognized me for reaching out there... as a dependable being, like my father or brother. I mistook that for love.

Then I want to keep an eye on her as a trustworthy being.

"If it's okay with me, let me come with you. I'm interested in your singing voice."

"Oh, thank you very much."

"It's this way to thank you. It's empty to see the play alone, isn't it? Besides, Mr. Cheiri said this performance had a romantic element in it. One man is just..."

"That's right. If I were one man, I'd be a little embarrassed!

Is it to mislead embarrassment and joy that we are talking so that we can talk quickly?

I think you're a purely adorable daughter. If I were a little more... No, I might have been in love with her if I was pretty young. As much as that, I am certain that she is an attractive woman.

Love... He had previously been taught by Cuyoli, an immortal, with a half-eyed glance that "there are many mistakes in reflecting on the collector's love affair".

Indeed, requests for romantic entanglement fail a lot. Perhaps this reflection is also a misunderstanding.

Actually, Sumire doesn't want to do that, and it's possible that she assumes she'll be hot on her own just because of the perception of being a close older friend. If so, it's an embarrassing story.

I can read their minds to some extent if I use "Psychology," but "it's cowardly to use" Psychology "with regard to the preference between men and women, especially for themselves," he's been stabbed with a nail by Kuyoli.

So I began to refrain from using it in these situations.

"Collector. I'm oblivious to the world and I'm not sure about the theatre, but is the troupe to which Mr. Cheiri belongs famous?

"Yes. I was surprised to hear the name of the troupe. You're a famous troupe, going into three fingers in this country. The price seems to be more popular with ordinary people than nobility, preferring modest, mass-received plays. Was the name Troupe False"

A troupe that has been formed for decades and is said not to allow other followers in terms of acting and performance.

Every few years, there is a period of time during which key members, including the head of the regiment, perform in another country, and the last time Ceiri starred, she said, the main force was missing. That's why she got promoted.

"Really? After all, that's amazing - Mr. Cheiri.... but I can't lose"

To Sumire, who gripped her grunting fist, she said, "What?" Not so innocent as to ask.

"Speaking of Mr. Chaili... what about the song? Do you know Mr. Sumire?

"Uh, well, um, I think it's unique"

I'm out of my face and clouding my words.

That reaction is enough. 'Singing' didn't exist in her skills, so I knew she wasn't good at it, but it didn't seem like it was the other way around.

"Maybe the last few days, but I can hear it early in the morning, you know, what about the original singing?

"It's probably Mr. Cheiri,"

I recently thought I wouldn't hear a bird chirping out of pitch early in the morning, was that Cheiri?

... doesn't seem to shoot the heroine's throne when it comes to opera. I hope I get a role where I don't have to sing as much as I can because I have the skills as an actor.

I thought a little bit about asking me to buy a 'singing' skill, but don't try to figure it out for yourself because of her personality.

It can't be as long as we can't be cornered.... but do I just check the level of my 'singing' skills?

"Collectors go to various places as pedestrians, don't they...... Um, have you ever thought about sitting back in some city?

When I was thinking about that, Sumire asked me.

Stay in one place...? If you say you've never thought about it, you're lying. But I'm not going to do that right now.

"We've talked about this before, haven't we? That I have a sister."

"Yes, you're beautiful in that painting, aren't you?"

"Yes, it is. I'm looking for my sister. Not only do we gather information around the place, but if we spread our names as collectors, we have a slight hope that one day... we will meet our sister."

"You were. Excuse me for saying something weird."

It's not about apologizing, so just wave and say, "Never mind."

Initially, I rather lived to escape my sister's eyes. Because I didn't believe I had the right to see that guy unless I got enough power.

Since then, too many years have gone by, but I still haven't even captured my sister's shadow.

I have made a request to the informant Maekil and Sleep Princess, but there is no deafening information, and they are still diligently searching for me.

My sister is an ambitious man and will not make any sacrifice for her own desires.

I'm afraid I can't get that kind of information about my sister, but I guess she's hiding in a place that's out of my sight. That's what that guy is.

"Do you want to see your sister? That's natural, isn't it? I'm sorry."

"You're just one flesh parent, I'd love to see you. With that thought only, it's like I've ever lived..."

What do you want to do with seeing me?

Sometimes I wanted to kill him.

Sometimes I wanted to talk to you.

Sometimes I wanted to hit him.

Sometimes I wanted to save it.

- Still a grand tour with no answers.

I'm sure if you look at my face, you'll get all the answers. I know that, so I've tried to be conscious and not think deeply.

Whatever option you choose, I need strength.

That's why I became a collector.

"Ah, it's going to be the theater!

You cared for me when I silenced you, and Sumire pulls my arm with a loud voice that plays.

While we were talking, we arrived at the theater where the troupe falsehood to which Ceiri belonged was based.

When I told the guard standing in front of the door about the matter, they let me through the back lightly. It seems that this guard has used the dining room of the inn several times, and he also remembered Sumire's face.

Through the passage leading to the stage, open the soundproofing door made of special materials and move to the audience.

The archery on stage seemed to have just been completed, with a man who looked like a captain raising his voice and giving instructions to the troupe members.

"All submissive members! We'll do the cleaning! Now throw yourself into the basement bath and heal your wounded muscles. Don't let your body cool down!

"Yes, Captain. Excuse me!

The members of the archdeacons disappear to the side of the stage simultaneously.

All that's left is the head of the regiment and the person in charge of the main tools and props, as well as a few veteran-like actors.

"Ah, Cheiri!

I discover Sumire was about to disappear onto the stage sleeve, and I run over.

"What's wrong, Sumire? Oh, maybe he brought me some luggage! Thanks -"

"Good luck. How are you doing at the play?

"The acting guy seems like he can handle it, but the song part..."

I moved to the front of the stage after her without pursuing her because she seemed tired of entering into conversation with each other. Because I needed help with the captain.

"What are you doing here"

"Who is it, Kisa... not a collector!

I looked familiar to a man who turned his torso upside down and was surprised.

There's no horn that's supposed to be growing out of his forehead, but this guy - he's a theatre loving demon king.

"Since when did you start a troupe?

"How many decades ago was that? It's a waste of time for my men to show me the play once every twenty years. Besides, this is what happened when I decided that we should build up a real fight to brush the arm of the play. This is how you brush your arms in the play day and night, and you earn money for the tools and equipment you use in that cave."

I see. That cave only opens once every twenty years, so for nineteen years the entrance door is sealed and no one visits it. There's nothing wrong with being away...... but I didn't know you were playing troupe in the city.

Staring at the faces cleaning and cleaning the tools with the eyes that activated the 'appraisal', I saw the skills of 'transformation' and 'disguise' over my head. The demon of appearance, which is almost no different from a human being, is in 'disguise'. Does the devil use 'transformation', which people can't see how to scratch?

All the veterans in this troupe seem to have been turned into demons under the command of the Demon King.

I had no idea that the skills developed by the demons for theatre to be crusaded by the brave were being used here.

"We were budgeting out of the country, weren't we?

"I don't have any of that stuff left when I get my costume together. Now the king is particularly tough, and if we don't collect our own funds like this, we can't have fancy performances or elaborate tools."

It's just that year after year, the Demon Kings went into detail and got a bigger budget. and went out to the throat, but swallowed the word.

"Maybe once a few years this troupe will perform in another country..."

"Um, that's the one that plays against the brave in that country. You're not lying, are you?

I'm certainly not lying, I'm really playing in another country.

But I don't know what this feels like.

"... playing opera this time wasn't caused by what I said back then, was it?

"Exactly. With reference to the Lord's suggestion, this performance came to mind"

I had to laugh bitterly when I heard that word.

Turn your gaze toward Chaili with a thin grin pasted and activate the 'Listening Ear'.

"I really want you to give me a break for the song. Who, did you instigate to the captain an opera or something..."

Yes, it's me.