The Skill Collector

"We're going to make a pageant"

A voice over a thin curtain ran out of control.

The Lord of Voices is a woman who is the supreme power in this country, and there is nothing strange about the statement itself because she is single after her marriageable age.

From the point of view of the queen, the pageant itself is important (oh and oh), but in her case there are more problems.

"Is it a pageant? Congratulations. Does the other person challenge you naked, too?

"The other person is wearing clothes. And I'm wearing clothes too!

With disrespectful remarks to the queen of this country, it is natural for the other person to yell, but they will not be disposed of for disrespect.

Only a maid who knows her secrets and I have served for years. Secret sharing seems to bring each other closer together.

"I said I don't mind being on my par, but I don't normally take it seriously, and if I put the queen in front of me, I'd be grateful."

"My heart is honest. Besides, we keep our words polite."

"The way you talk about it seems only rude in your case."

The anger seems to have subsided, but the grump hasn't fixed yet.

But with all due respect, I'm not seriously offended. From the sound of your voice, you must be laughing bitterly across the curtain.

"But when the queen makes out, they're pretty good, too, aren't they?

"Absolutely. The first prince of Kenukesib, the land of piles, is the opponent."

Kenukesib is a big country in the heart of the continent where I'm based.

Called the Pile Country, it comes from the existence of towers built from the time of ancient civilization.

A giant tower stretched white, heavenly and high, as if it had been struck into the continent from heaven, was called a pile, and people gathered together for the purpose of protecting that tower, and it became a village, and eventually a city. And - it became a kingdom of piles, Kenukesib.

That is the inheritance about the formation of the country of piles.

"When you become the first prince of the land of piles, is that him? Did you get on with my suggestion?

"I thought you'd say. Not to say I had no idea, but I've been suggesting it from the other side in the first place. You can't turn down a proposal from the other side, an ally and a great power."

This country, ruled by the Queen, is small but resourceful and more secure than other countries. Always be a candidate when citing countries that are habitable within the continent.

But unfortunately, the surrounding countries are not blessed.

A dictatorship ruled by an incompetent king or a country inhabited by a people whose country they mistake as the best in the world. It's just a country where there's violence at the heart of things, not even Roku.

It is only with the back shield of the country of piles, the allies, that there is a provisional first peace.

As a queen who understands that, she has no choice but to say no even if she knows it's a political marriage.

"By hiding my existence, other nations are treading on the invasion with vigilance over mysterious me. But can the prince of the land of piles read his mind? Sooner or later there will be an opportunity to talk over the curtains in an official setting. It's only a matter of time before my skills are discovered."

The inheritance of the land of piles is certain to be that prince.

If we find out any time soon, we can reveal our secrets here and earn our trust.

"I'm a collector. You're acting like someone else, but you know you're the one who got the matchmaker ready for shame? I'm not saying I forgot to mention my prince's skills when I proposed to marry him."

Last time I recommended a prince with the intent of a mild joke, I'm sure. That's when I told you that I could read your mind... you know, me.

Later, when the king of the kingdom of piles asked me to do something else, I also felt like I had told him about the queen as a chat.

"That made me hungry."

Is it like I ended up with someone?

Nothing but political marriage, but this is not a bad story for this country either. You can protect yourself from threats from other countries even if you become a part of them.

The king of the land of piles is weak, and although it is the unreliable king of hobbies who pushes me to impose difficult challenges, he only admits his personality. You won't make this country bad.

There have been several precedents on this continent that the top of the country have married each other. In that case, we do not move to one country or another, but spend our days in each other's countries.

Stronger contracts than alliances as national policies. That's marriage for them.

"If you're that hungry, you're sure to make the pageant"

The fact that the Prince has someone else in his mind is a problem, but there is no way to pass through personal claims to national circumstances. There's something sweet about it. I don't think the king would just admit his selfishness...

But it doesn't mean that a loving marriage is hopeless. It is common for people in power to surround concubines, not just real wives.

Since in this case it is only a pre-construction marriage, there is nothing to blame for the fact that the female side also finds another partner.

And it's a common story that he was more of an original thinker than a real wife, by and large. Especially when they say it's a distorted marriage between countries like this.

"Even so, this time I'm going to show my face, and I'm not talking about getting married right away. Even if it works out for you, there's no love there. It's obvious."

The queen's voice sank a little.

Many envy something called royalty because it guarantees a more privileged life than people. But even though it's royal... it's not. There's something you don't get no matter how much you want because you're royal.

That's freedom.

Freedom of work, love, everyday life and choice.

"All this time, I didn't call you to make a collector hear such stupidity. Even if 'Transparency' skills are spotted, I still feel like getting out naked and in front of the prince. I want to borrow the wisdom of a collector there. Can you figure out a way to hide my skin?

"Is that a way to hide it"

"That, what. Even if this pageant succeeds, I'm heavily aware that there's no love in marriage, but that, that. Still naked to meet a man you're going to marry, isn't that nasty? Oh, that's it, that's embarrassing."

The naked shadows in the curtains are twisting and shaking. Is it lit with your hands on your cheeks?

I completely forgot that I had no male experience and my heart was a maiden. Apparently, you're going to get a hell of a request.

I'd like to say no because it's obvious that I'm in trouble, but I'm the one who started it, so I don't have a veto.

Shortly after his discussions with the Queen, he headed to the fishing village of Miguelasibi. Because I needed help with a demonic maniac living outside the village.

When I visited the house, I was gladly invited inside and was about to be told of my demonic bean knowledge as a delight again, so I cut out an errand first.

"- I mean, Mr. Therapy."

"Um, this is classified national information, right? Is it okay for someone like me to know?

When I talk to therapy about interacting with the queen, she stares at me with a bloody face.

"Of course, you don't have to say anything else. If you tell anybody, they're risking their lives from both countries, so be careful."

"Don't tell me that easily. Whoa, whoa, whoa!

"I was accidental"

Mouth the tea carried by the maid Ariaria as she watches the therapy holding her head and stuffing her.

He seems to have liked how he turned into a human being more than his original automata state, and lately he's just dressed this way.

"Don't worry. I don't have anyone to talk to in the first place. Because no one has any friends in these wasted breasts."

"Oh, no, that's not true! We're friends with the kids in the village, and besides the fishmongers and stuff!

"Kids are just fooling around. The fishmongers are just intrigued by the huge fruit in their breasts."

I have witnessed therapy in the village, but Ariaria's statements are not often a mistake.

The kids enthusiastically talked about her demonic knowledge, saying she's funny Oba... a woman.

I know the shopkeepers enjoyed part of their bodies shaking by postponing the conversation and giving her an extra to rejoice in.... many men are attracted to the symbol of motherhood.

"Besides, if we're friends, so are Aria and the collector."

I've been staring this way in tears, so I slipped away from my gaze. Ariaria next door is making the same move.

"Hey, whoa! You're a friend! Hey, collector! Aria!"

I don't feel bad about her tenacious chest being pressed, but if it takes any longer, she's going to cry for real.

"It's a joke. By the way, I had a question for your friend, Mr. Therapy, and I took you this far."

"Oh, you did! Ask your friends anything!

I said my original purpose to her, slapping her in the chest with a full grin.

"As I said earlier, 'transparency' skills make everything around the queen transparent. But there are no countermeasures... there are no such things."

The Queen had been examining her skills and contemplating measures to do so.

That's her suggestion...

"It's about getting organisms to hide important parts."

It's an unexpected blind spot, but if humans and creatures don't become transparent, you can hide their breasts and important places with it.

I asked the maid length once to cover my chest and lower body so that I could hold her from behind, but I came to the conclusion that the condition only increased obscenity.

Then I tried to prepare an animal, but I was frightened by the power of the bare, smiling queen, and I couldn't find an animal that would obey me greatly.

Because I can't see it anyway, and I also thought of the means of forcing the animal to tie it to her body with a string, when the queen

"That sounds pathetic, so no," I said no, so I ran out of hands.

"So if you're a therapist, I thought you might know a demon who obeys people and is likely to replace clothes."

"If it's a demon who obeys adults, do you know it? Is it a clothing substitute..."

Ariaria, holding back behind the therapy she's roaring with her arms together, doesn't seem willing to pinch her mouth.

The mouth wickedness that is likely to be misunderstood which is the Lord and Subordinate on a daily basis is noticeable, but when she is serious about it, she watches in silence like this.

"What about serpentine demons wrapping around your body? I think we can hide what's important."

"Is there any danger"

"You'll be fine with the demons we raise. He's a smart kid, so should I bring him in?

You never saw the demons we raise here.

I want to see demons raised once, whether or not I hire them.

"How about a tour of the breeding grounds, anyway? There are other demons there, so a better idea might come to mind"

Aria's suggestion is a boat to cross. When I snorted, the therapy laughed happily.

"Is this the breeding ground? It's a fine thing."

The breeding ground, where the exterior adjacent to the dwelling is visible only to rocks, did not think of it as a more splendid installation than imagined, and the exclamation leaked.

All the ceilings are glazed and the sun's light is pouring from overhead.

A huge sheet of glass with no joints found. Don't let this alone convey the awesomeness of ancient civilization.

I don't think it was indoors. Nature was reproduced indoors. Fountains and trees. There is even sand and swamps.

Is this also a technique of ancient civilization that looks considerably wider than from the outside?

"This place is nurturing all the big, big demons that don't dispute with each other. A slightly dangerous demon is in a different area in the back. Uh, bye-bye, come on out."

Therapy is putting his hand on his mouth and calling the demon's name. Let's not touch on the taste of the name.

Then a snake emerged three metres long from the bush.

"You're rich in colours..."

"Yes, the red, white and yellow patterns are beautiful, aren't they? I don't think wrapping it around my body is a bad shade. They have the intelligence of a human toddler, and they have a mild temper, so this is how they eat the fruit they have."

Serving the red fruit in front of the snake, he opened his big mouth and swallowed it in one bite.

He looks really nostalgic, tangled up in his therapy feet and sweet.

"In fact, whether it wraps around your body and looks like clothes. Why don't you give it a try as the owner"

"Right, let's give it a try"

Therapy I agree to without getting lost in Aria's suggestion.

He succumbs in front of the snake and speaks in a whisper.

Even if you have toddler-like intelligence, will this word make sense?

"There are many individuals here who can understand the demons if it's a simple word. The ears of the therapy were alley, because the breeding arm is certain."

An array is a 'phantom hearing' skill that has been a factor in the mistaken belief that demonic voices can be understood.

Aria seems to have spotted my concern, and she puts in a subtle supplementary explanation.

Whatever you say, she acknowledges her therapeutic abilities. I would never admit to pointing that out, so I don't talk about it.

"So here's the thing, eh, ahhh. Hey, hey, hey, hey, there. Ahhh! No, don't rub that. Hmm."

A snake wraps around a piece and the therapy is stuffy.

Apparently your body is reacting, stimulated by sensitive areas.

Rich breasts are compressed with a stringy body of serpents, making them dangerous. If I were younger, I'd be in trouble.

"Sometimes you're just wasting your meaty body. If I record this with a demonic prop, I feel like I could do business with it. What do you say, collector?"

"Let's buy it in words. I have a feeling this is a man who makes money."

"I didn't say anything stupid, please help me!

When I was exchanging a hot handshake with the conclusion of the business, I heard a sad cry of therapy, so I decided to pull the snake off.

This proposal disappears because the snake's winding power is stronger than imagined and the biggest problem is the inability to specify where to wind it.

"I thought it was a good idea. I was wondering if there were any other kids who might be able to use it instead of clothes."

I haven't seen therapy at all.

Then I tried all sorts of things to get him to sit on a four-legged demon and hide his body, go into the mouth of a giant amphibian demon and just try to get his neck out of it, but they all looked better naked.

"Mm-hmm. Any kids left..."

Saliva filled therapy is conceived.

The piece is wet and the underwear is visible, but the person has not noticed.

"Why don't you use that? If it's that kid from the mutant species, it's perfect for the conditions."

"Ahhh! That's it, that's it! Say it sooner, already."

"I kept my mouth shut because it was funny"

When the therapy returned, which pissed off his shoulder and walked towards the back, he held something like a black ball in his hand.

"This kid is a mutation, but he's pretty smart. As a demon, I'm incapacitated, but I think it would be the best demon if people were to keep it."

I was surprised because I was new to black individuals in that race, but I 'appraise' my skills and get to the point. One of the inherent skills the race was born with did not exist.

Sure, this could be perfect for a queen.

"So he says his name is Groy,"

"Don't touch that name, but are you okay? That would be slime."

The voice of the queen peeking through the gap of the curtain is slightly frightened.

The demon offered by the therapy was - slime.

"I hear Slime swallows his opponent whole and gradually melts. If you stick something like that to your body..."

"Don't worry about that. This child is a mutation and 'lysis' skills do not exist. It's harmless to stick your hands in your body like this."

I can't get my hands on the slime I was holding. No feeling of skin melting or pain.

There is no reluctance to slime or have my hands in my body, and I am swinging with pleasure.

"It's just as well, and I can understand it if it's a simple word. They are also good at elasticity and ability to change the body. I've also trained to stick it to my body and hide it, so more evidence than theory. Groy, go."

I made him remember a few euphemisms during his training. Go means paste it in the queen's clothes.

"Hey, wait a minute! Ma, my heart is still ready! Oh, my God, that's sobering!

I can see him rampaging over the curtain a lot.

He seemed to resist for a while, but he seemed to give up on the way in and stood still on the bed.

"I'm a collector. I'm gonna open the curtain now."

He was checking his own body across the curtain, but apparently it worked.

"Yes, go ahead"

The queen walked out of bed with the sound of a curtain opening.

You look like you're wearing something like a black evening dress with your shoulders swollen and your chest wide open. The legs glimpse from the slits that tear wide to near the waist, glossy and colorful.

"That's the difference between cloud mud and naked."

"That Groy is just thinly affixed to the clothes the queen is wearing, so if you change your clothes, you can have another. Unfortunately, the color will be limited to black."

"Right! I'm looking forward to that. Thank you, collector!

The queen seems pleased.

I guess this makes the matchmaking a relief. I did what I had to do, so I just wait for the results after that?

"Collector! I'm in trouble. I'm attracted to a certain woman when she says she has someone in her mind."

A few days after that. I had a bad feeling the prince called me in, but it's still one of the matchups.

"He was a little older, but he had no falsehood in his heart that cared about the people, and he was a very cute person on the inside. What am I supposed to do?

I sigh loudly in my heart, in front of a prince who is seriously going to talk to me about her troubles.

Several hours have elapsed since I was exposed to the mood that is pinching me.

I knew I was in trouble. If I had 'transparency', I could disappear and get away from this place...