The Skill Collector

He enjoyed his after-dinner tea in the corner of the dining room on the first floor of the inn.

Outside the glass window I see people who seem busy going. Don't feel luxurious just because you thought you were spending the whole time someone else was working.

"Collector"

Turning to his face in response to the call, Sumire was there after a step back with Ceiri, the inn's billboard daughter.

I was unnecessarily worried that if the clerk both came this way, there would be no more customers because it was a late lunch.

"Yes, what is it"

"I'm going to be in full play archery tomorrow, so I won't be able to come for a while. So I want you to mind Sumire."

"It's okay, Mr. Cheiri! All customers are friendly."

He pretends to be confident with his chest up.

Initially, there were some places where I didn't feel comfortable (nappy), but now it's a fine main battle power of the inn.

"Yeah, I trust you. Just in case."

"If you don't seem to have enough hands, I'll help you with your salary. I've worked in restaurants before."

"What, are you an experienced collector?

"Surprise!

Is that it? You've been eating up strange places.

Until I started a collector, I've had my hands on a variety of occupations. It's just one of them.

"Yeah, well, we've done quite a lot of things. Cooks, Carriers, Agriculture, Mercenaries, Adventurers, Yu... well, a lot."

"Heh, I thought there were a lot of mysteries about collectors... Let me hear your old story next time. After work."

"I'd love to hear it too!

The two of them ride themselves out to their desks and bring their excited faces closer together.

I accepted it because there was nothing to hide except some of it.

"I don't care about me, what's your next play?

"Uh, a hundred brave men."

My eyebrows moved pickly for a moment, but neither of us noticed.

"That's an elderly brave man."

"No, no. I'm not old, I'm talking about talent, I'm talking about skills. To be precise, a brave man of a hundred talents"

"It's famous, isn't it, the story? The story of a brave man manipulating hundreds of different skills that worked hundreds of years ago. I've read it in both picture books and novels. When you put your younger brothers to bed, they often ask you."

It's a popular story for young and old alike, and the story of adventure and battle seems to have a good reputation for children. I also know that Sumire's younger brothers eat up.

But I have a problem.

"Ah, Captain. Good morning."

The Lord of the Voice, who sounded unexpected, was the Demon King, the leader of the troupe falsehood to which Ceiri belonged.

Today he appeared in a bedroom outfit that was also a practice outfit, so scratching his head off only makes him look like the father of a holiday in the general family.

"Good morning. Something bothering you?

When I talk, I sit in the opposite seat and order breakfast.

Chaili is about to make a move, but Sumire goes to convey the order with care.

"Too famous a story is one in which there is no unity in the narrative. Some theories are that brave men are long beautifully shaped, while others are set to be small and fat. They have different personalities, and they can be rubbed by which one they employ."

"After all, shouldn't you look handsome and look good? Absolutely, you should. The customers will be happy."

"Hmm. Isn't that common? Again, here's a new reflection."

Sumire and the head of the delegation are eager to exchange views.

I'd rather take this situation into play, where the Demon King and the Town Daughter have an argument.

He enjoys an elegant moment by ordering an extra cup of tea and sweets on his ass with two exhilarating people.

Drinking up tea and looking at the two again, it was increasing to three.

It also adds a novelist who was hired as a playwright.

"Shouldn't we be fronting up original colors here? It doesn't make sense to play the same thing as the others!

"My whole life agrees with that. Offer fresh joy to those who descend. That would be what it should look like as a troupe!

"Hey, I don't think that's right! People who come to the theater love the work. I don't want elements different from the original! What a new interpretation. It's just a self-satisfaction and a selling act for writers to 'write something more interesting about themselves'!

"Hey, what the hell!

That's exciting.

Whether this troupe is an apprentice or a captain of the troupe about the play, they have decided to express their opinions without abomination.

Watching Chaili and the novelist now arguing, the Commander of the Demon King has nodded with satisfaction many times.

Looking as a bystander, suddenly the gaze emanating from the three blood-running eyes was pointed this way.

"What do you think of the collector ⁉"

"You can't change the original, can you? ⁉"

"Why don't we ask the Lord for his opinion!

Oh, I got caught up.

Even if they say it's an opinion...... Is there any convenient dialogue to govern this place?

The captain of the regiment and the novelist want to show unprecedented new theatre played.

Ceiri claims she wants to take care of the original.

Then I wonder if this is reasonable.

"Right. So why don't you play the tale of a hundred talented brave men, not widespread in the world?

Wrinkles stopped between everyone's eyebrows after hearing my suggestion.

What are you talking about? This guy, his face says.

"The story of a hundred brave men has all ten volumes of masterpieces, and then there's the story of an external legend or a new interpretation, right? Sometimes it's absurd, but they say that was the author's creation, right?

"Yeah, that's what they do say. But what if I knew a story that wasn't on the table?

When I say so, the three faces approach a breathtaking distance.

I have a rough raw warm nose, so I honestly want you to give me a break.

"You seem interested. Then let me tell you about a brave man of a hundred talents."

"Brave man, brave man! Please, protect our country! Only a brave man can count on you anymore!

In a royal castle in a certain country, a beautiful princess begs on the back of one man.

The man weaved a black coat with a big sword on his back.

He crosses the continent and leaves behind many legends.

A brave man who is on the side of the weak and never succumbs to evil.

It is even said that those who do not know its name are not on this continent.

The brave man looked out at the sky, thinking that it was a shame that the feeling of the plump chest pressed against his back could hardly be felt blocked by the sheath of the great sword and a thick coat.

This is the terrace of the princess's bedroom, but beneath her eyes is a view of the king's capital. It's the same everyday streets as usual if you only want to see it there, but you want to look away from the sights ahead.

Beyond the heavy walls surrounding the Wang capital. Countless demons had pushed there, and the first defensive wall, which had been doubly surrounded, had already been breached, and the defensive battle had continued diligently with the second defensive wall, now the final line.

"It would be nice to help. The people are not guilty of anything."

Too much to make the princess behind you listen. The brave respond out loud.

As soon as I heard that voice, there was a grin on the princess's face that was about to cry out now. That was too distorted (snoring) to call it a smile.

I guess the princess was relieved because it was an angle she could never see from the brave, but the brave man firmly confirmed that face.

Because he was using light magic to create a simple mirror and observe the princess's face.

"Thank you, brave man!

"However, there are conditions"

"Say anything. I'll pay for anything, gold or silver treasure! If you want me, I'd be happy to…. be nice because this is your first time,"

The princess's invitation would have been attractive to the majority of young men.

But it had no effect on the brave. Rather, he distorts his face abominably.

In my heart (what's new? I liked young men and every night, to the habit of doing it with new knights and soldiers) and spitting evil.

"I move to protect this country. I don't need money or you. Like the incompetence that aroused those demons and the disposition of the mastermind who ordered it."

At that moment, a shake came through the brave man's back.

I guess I was upset, laughing with my nose.

"Of course it is. Rumor has it that evil religious groups who believe in the devil caused it. I hereby swear to find them and eradicate them."

A princess who makes a grand proclamation with a firm expression.

For a brave man who knew everything, the princess's actions only seemed comedy.

The demons that are raging outside are demons that have been summoned by the policies of this country.

The Wizard of the Royal Palace, who decrypted the ancient literature, told him that he had obtained the art of summoning and manipulating a large number of demons, and put his hands out as a means for kings and heavy towns to gain a resourceful neighbor.

As a result, the demon summons succeeded, but the modern man did not control it, and is about to destroy his country by demons flooded with earth.

Though it is impossible to exterminate tens of thousands of demons, he knew that if he defeated the existence that was manipulating it, all demons would disappear.

"It's a family with no learning abilities..."

"Did you say anything?

"No, nothing. Try not to forget your vows."

"Yes! Hang on to this life!

A princess who holds her hands together and swears at the top of her head.

That's just sometimes the 'acting' level is high. If the brave man knew nothing, he could have been fooled.

"You must be on that oath. Kings and their neighbors would be nice, wouldn't they?

Ask toward the statue of the goddess placed in the corner of the bedroom.

The princess opened her eyes in amazement, slightly shaking the signs of lurking on the ceiling and behind the floor.

The brave men had noticed eavesdropping and watching, but had just left them alone.

"I can't seem to disagree, so I'm going to knock you down."

When he said so, he jumped out of the balcony and ran away towards the castle gate as he landed in the courtyard without any bitterness.

Two days later, the fence nearly collapsed and the enemy attack stopped.

On the contrary, a horde of demons had vanished that filled the earth.

The people who find out that the crisis has left by the brave celebrate their return with festivities.

A party was also held in the royal castle, whose protagonists were, of course, brave men.

"As promised, the demon disappeared. So I want to get paid."

A brave man advancing before the king looks around the king and his surroundings with perseverance.

Everyone laughed at Niyaniya and her mouth and didn't seem to know what was going on.

"Brave man, you've often crusaded me for something evil. As the Lord desires, the wicked are captured. I'm going to execute you publicly soon."

"I don't care about personal statements like that. I'm telling you to give me your necks, masterminds."

An upset runs into a grandiose and exaggerated word.

A knight who had refrained before the king surrounded the brave man and poked the tip of the spear simultaneously.

"I wonder what this is meant to be?

"Have you noticed what we do? Something you should be interested in as a hero..."

The king and the princess standing next to him. The laughter of heavy towns such as ministers and prime ministers deepens.

"That's ugly. From demons."

"Whatever you say. You would be convinced if you told the people that there was still demonic poison. Because they don't have the brains to think."

King of Delight with a splendid jawbeard in vain.

"Poison. Is that about the poison that was planted in the cooking and booze?

"Well, have you noticed now? I seem to have eaten and drank without thinking, but isn't it time to show the effect of poison?

The reason we were so strong against the brave men who defeated the opponents we couldn't fathom was because of the many poisons we used to sneak into cooking.

The kings made it look welcome and were going to dispose of the brave from the beginning.

"For when there is a man like you, my authority diminishes. I'm sorry, but I want you to die for my country. Don't worry, I'll make you a hero."

"Hehe, I'm sorry to hear that, Master Brave. I would have preferred to be a little younger."

The only faces distorted by the evil of kings and princesses were the parents and children and the melons.

The brave man pulls out the great sword silently without saying anything.

"I move to protect this country, I told you. You guys don't need this country."

"Ha, don't resist the poison spinning around! Kill the traitor now!

The knights arrive with spears, but their tips do not capture the brave.

A spear is cut into a lightly shaken sword and turned into just a stick.

The brave man walks over to the king in silence. A knight pops up trying to obstruct that walk, but it's all bounced off in one swing.

In the meantime a brave man barked at the king and the heavy towns trying to escape.

"Don't move!

A shock struck his whole body as if a lightning bolt had run, and everyone who was on the spot could not move one by one.

The brave man standing before the king gives one last chance when he stops moving with the great sword lifted.

"Your Majesty, is there anything left to say at the end?"

"Wow, if I die, there will be no one to guide the people, and the country will be in chaos! Oh, that's okay!

"I see. Maybe you're right."

"It would be! If..."

"Even so, what happened to that? I saved a country that would perish if I did nothing. The people were helped where the law of death was. From here on out, there's hardship ahead, but it's not what I know."

"Hey, hey, you're still a brave man!

A disturbed king curses when he hears an unexpected answer.

Brave men scratch their cheeks troublesome, exhaling loudly.

"I'm just getting tired of brave work, too. Maybe it's not a bad idea to do something else this time."

That's what I said and waved down the guilty sword.

"Ho ho, so what happened to that country!

"I've never even heard of it. Who is the author's name?"

"It was so immersive, I overheard it. That's right, collector!

It was more popular with the three of us than I thought.

Talking about what also happened afterwards, the novelist's writer's soul seems to have caught fire, leaving him to go back to his room saying, 'I'm going to stick around and get to writing work'.

The captain and Cheiri seem to be on board, and they're going to start practicing the play now.

Sumire came next to me, left alone, pouring me tea in an empty cup.

"Thank you"

"Good luck. The story, it was very interesting. How many brave men are you now?"

Including a bite of tea, smiling at her mouthful of simple questions.

"Aren't you having a good cup of tea and laughing"