The Skill Collector

On the way home from dictatorship.

I could have been in Nojuku, but when I checked the map, it stated that there was a village, so I decided to stop by.

"But it was unexpected. I met up with my rumored sister, but she's just smiling."

The road that leads from the street to the village is the road width through which the carriage passes critically, so the Commander of the Demon King, who manipulates the horse carefully in your seat, looks at me sitting next to him for a moment.

"Even if I just got certainty that I had a sister, this one had a gain"

"Because it was the same as the collector's manuscript."

He was showing in advance a painting that depicted him when he confronted his sister, but it was exactly the same as that.

It's a painting that I did everything I could to activate my art-related skills, so I couldn't go wrong because it was so confusing with the real thing.

I thought you were even doing one of the disguises, and you don't seem to intend to hide it.

Nevertheless, I didn't expect that sister to come home light. If my obsession disappeared when you hunted me down, and you lost interest in me, I'd like to.

"I think he might enjoy stealing the country now."

The captain becomes convinced as if he had read my mind.

"What do you think? Maybe there's another purpose."

"I don't see the heart of a man, whether he's a flesh or a mother. So funny."

"Is it funny?

"Mm-hmm. Demons are simple thoughts. I'm not as complicated and strange as a human being. I've been a little impressed lately, and my men seem to be changing."

That's how I look back in front of the Demon King Commander.

Demons dressed as humans are intrigued by games and reading, acting no different from humans.

"Gentlemen, you don't look like demons."

Including the Commander of the Demon King.

How ironic it is to have more problems in your body than a demon king who had a purpose to destroy the world.

"Oops, I think I see the village"

Looking in the same direction as following the gaze of the Commander of the Demon King, he saw the whole wall surrounding the village.

There are three gatekeepers in front of the wooden gate.

Are guard platforms also provided? There was one there, so should we assume it's already been told about us?

Getting close, the gatekeeper walks out.

A little vigilance appears on his face, but he seems to be blinded by a carriage of more flashy colors than that.

"Are you a troupe member?

It's a unique cliché.

He looks at the carriage uncommonly and shouts his surprise when he sees the outfit of the Commander of the Demon Kings, who cannot be said to be suitable for the journey.

With a spear in his hand but no armor or anything on, it seems that the villagers are in charge of the gatekeepers in turn, not just soldiers.

"My troupe, do you call me ignorant of the truth? There is no stranger in the land of piles, it is an extremely famous troupe!

The gatekeeper is impressed and nodding, barely pressured by the leader of the Demon King, who calls himself grand with his chest up.

Vigilance toward us disappears completely in the current exchange, and intriguingly throws questions about that and this.

The arrival of a troupe in a less entertaining village seems to be a major event, and diving the gate was welcomed pleasantly by many villagers and allowed to stay overnight in the village chief's mansion.

Thanks to troupe falsehood, I think I'll sleep well on a warm bunk today.

The captains have begun their theatre in the village square in thanksgiving, and they are being applauded.

It was pretty dark around when I finished doing additional plays for the sparing villagers.

And now he's being entertained at the village chief's mansion.

"No, we enjoyed a great play! Everyone was really happy, and a few months would be the end of the story about today's play!

"Uhm. If you enjoyed it, it's above all!

Enjoyed by the righteous village chief, his family and the villagers, the demon king leader with a not-so-mundane face.

The village chief's mansion was so splendid that it was incompatible with the size of the village that I thought he was the type of power who would monopolize wealth and hate it, but that was a mistake.

The ground floor hall of this mansion is said to be open as a gathering area, and many villagers are still invited in and separated and noisy together.

The villagers returned to their homes after hours of noise and nights when they behaved with alcohol and food, and the group was led to their assigned rooms.

Me and the Commander of the Demon King are held hostage by the village chief and moved to the village chief's room.

I was activating 'Psychology' because it was a mouthful of things to say, but apparently I just need help with the Commander of the Demon King, not to mention me.

The mayor's room is a qualitative interior with only the minimum necessary objects, conveying the mayor's crowd.

I also thought at the booze table that the village chief seems to be a moderate, well-populated, personable person liked by the villagers.

"I apologize for your tiredness"

"Never mind. We don't know how tired we are."

The Demon King said it was a dignified way of speaking, but I don't find it offensive because of the play.

The village chief is smiling at Nico without looking distracted.

Sitting down on a sofa that looked like a customer service, a glass poured with fruit liquor was placed on the table in front of him.

"By the way, village chief. Isn't there something confidential we need to talk about?

Did you also spot the Demon King? I'll keep my mouth shut and keep my ears shut.

"Have you noticed...... Actually, I need your help with my son."

I exhale loudly when I talk that far.

Fatigue was floating on his face when he dropped his shoulder and leaned down.

"I had two sons, and my brother works in the capital now, but I am supposed to inherit them when I return to this village. I'm a good parent, but I've always been a brilliant kid, and I've done everything clever, and I remember things well, and I've been blessed with friends."

"That's my proud son."

The village chief nods happily at the chief's words.

"The problem was with my second son. He used to be a diligent son competing and incisive with his brother, who, like his brother, was to work in the capital...... He made a big mistake at work, so he quit his job and came back. Ever since, I've been pulling away without even trying to get out of my room."

"Why don't we just pull those guys out?"

"We tried to get out of the room too, but then we got busted... I knew that she was not blessed with different skills than her brother and still worked hard to make it up to me, so I tried to make her like it until her heart wound healed."

He wanders his gaze awkwardly as he wipes his forehead sweat with a handkerchief.

Until just now, the high praise for the village chief is going down. Did this man also give up dialogue and leave his son in his room?

"Good leaders are not always good at parenting," a famous saying passed down to the East Country, but you embody that.

"Is it Skill Disease"

I was going to keep my mouth shut, but my voice leaked by accident.... No, I leaked it to sound deliberate.

The mayor of the village trembles with his body. Seems conscious.

"What is Skill Disease, a collector?"

"As you know, in this world, the superiority and inferiority of skills are born present. incompetent with no skills. who only had skills that were not roku. Such people envy others, are jealous, despise themselves, lose the temper to live and become apathetic. I mean, you're a heart disease. Skill disease in people with those symptoms. Also known as wealthy disease."

The Commander of the Demon King, who had put his arms around him and listened to my explanation, became the face. I'm not angry, I'm unconvinced.

"I was not studying that such diseases existed. But why is it also called wealthy disease?

The most serious question.

I had the same question the first time I heard it.

"Because if you're not wealthy, you won't be able to do it. Because you can't afford to feed those who can't work in poor families. Even if it develops, it is branded lazy and thrown out of the house… it just drowns wild"

A heart disease is a very troublesome substitute.

If it's a trauma, it's obvious to anyone's eyes and they understand and sympathize. But neither the wound nor the disease is visible to the eyes.

Besides, heresy is excluded in villages and small towns. It is common sense in this world that those who do not work cannot live.

"It's an earache story. I'm aware of being sweet as a parent, but I just want that old girl back. I just look out the window every day without doing anything...... You can just get out of the room, I want to do something about it. I've always been interested in theatre, so I hope the captain can talk to me about something..."

I guess that's exactly what straw feels like.

This disease of the mind is less cognitive and has not been established how to deal with it.

Some countries are serious about being possessed by demons that make people fool themselves.

... How ironic to ask that demon to change his mind.

"Is it a heart disease? Doesn't it look interesting inside? Come on, let's make that wish come true. Take me to my son's room."

I don't think that other people should be involved in every situation in the home, but can you say so this time?

- Because this world is not friendly to wealthy patients.

The mayor of the village, who may be living without liberty now, but is a parent, dies one day. My son's whereabouts will be gone then. Waiting ahead is a sure death.

Let's say I accompany the captain too. If this is happening due to the negative effects of negative skills, I might be able to help.

Besides, there is a fear that the Commander of the Demon King might say something extra.

Leaving the room without a slice on the poured liquor, he was taken in front of the corner room of the mansion.

A gentle knock on the door makes a rattling noise.

"This is my son's room. Are you awake?

"What can I do for you? Dad."

Don't bluff, it sounds like you're just pretending to be in a bad mood wind.

As a matter of fact, the troupe, the truth, happened to visit this village.

"troupe falsehood ⁉"

A surprised voice echoes through the door.

Apparently you do. Is it about mid twenties from the voice?

"Yeah, yeah. So the captain's here, why don't we just talk about it?

"Oh, no. I can't believe I'm talking to the captain..."

Suddenly my voice blurred and I couldn't hear it.

"Whatever you may be, if you're a fan of our troupe, you're welcome!

"Oh, thank you!

"How many years has it been since my son talked to such a hazy..."

A village chief with tears in his eyes.

I don't know how many years I have been pulling, but have quite a few years passed since this reaction?

"I don't taste talking through the door like this. Will you let me and one of my people in the room?"

"Uh, you know, it's scattered."

"Right. That is unfortunate. If you're going to invite me in, I wouldn't be too shy to give you the latest signed script."

"Wait a minute! I'll clear the room!

There is a noisy noise coming from my son's room who replied with an up voice.

I guess I'm in the middle of cleaning my room diligently.

If you're an avid fan, you can't force it because it's something you want so much that you can get your hands off your throat. Let me assure you as a merchant. I can sell it for a pretty high price if it flows to the auction.

After a short while the door opened slightly, I saw the face of a skinny young man with cheekbones floating from the gap.

"Please come in, both of you. I'm sorry about your dad."

"Oh, I don't mind."

I guess I'm just glad you're talking to someone else. The village chief is nodding in tears.

When I entered the room, I was immediately locked, but never mind.

The bed, the desk is a normal thing in any private house.

Bookshelves line the walls without windows, and books are filled without gaps.

Other concerns are wood-carved statues. It appears to have hand-carved animals and demons, and tools are placed nearby. However, there was no trace recently taken from my hand and there was dust on the thin side.

"Kid, it's a dirty, small room."

I am nervous, stretching my body and immobilized upright.

Such a village chief's son is as thin as a dead branch with his hands and feet, and he doesn't seem to have much appetite.

"You don't have to be nervous. You think he likes my troupe?

"Yes! I've been captivated since I first saw it in Pile Country!

From there, he talks fast about what he thinks of the play.

The excitement came from a feverish voice, and the Demon King was grinning satisfactorily in his mouth as he gaveled over and over again.

When the village chief's son finished speaking, he seemed to reply to me, "Shh, excuse me. It's all about me," he says.

"Good. By the way, I heard your lord doesn't go out in his room. Is there a mistake?

"Yes. Excuse me......"

I'm not blaming the Commander of the Demon King, but has he shrunk to the loudness and power of his voice?

"My way of speaking doesn't seem right for teaching the weak of heart. Collector, do you mind if I ask you to proceed?

"Okay.... You don't have to be scared because the captain is like this. My name is Collector, and I need to know you later."

"Or are you a collector?

"Yes. The captain and I were friends of the old knowledge. Well, I don't mind the discontent or stupidity you have, so could you please talk to me? I'm not saying we can fix it, but just telling someone makes my mind lighter."

Activate "Speech" and "Language" to weaken the opponent's alertness and create a situation that is easy to talk to.

"I appreciate the sentiment, but in a way that tells strangers..."

"Actually, it's just for the record, I own the only-skilled 'buy'. I know it's hard to believe, but this skill makes it possible to buy people's skills. I think I can help if I can get in the way or have some useless skills."

When I told him that, his expression changed.

The son of the village chief, who had abandoned him without ever trying to close his eyes, climbed out and approached him as he raised his face with momentum.

"Ku, can you tell me more ⁉"

"Yes, of course. But whether I buy it or not is up to me to figure out who it is. So can you tell me how you feel without lying?"

"Oh, that's"

My voice goes down again.

"Don't worry. I have nothing else to say. Besides, he's been helping and leading a lot of people. I can assure you it won't be a bad thing."

The Commander of the Demon King, who basically pays for his standing cape and proclaims it exalted.

The playful behavior and words seem to have touched his harp line as a theatre lover.

"Wow, I get it! It's only a dirty ear story, but listen. I had an excellent brother, who was born and possessed many skills. Unlike my brother, I only have one skill..."

The environment overlaps with mine. I feel sorry for you, but I have to judge you calmly.

I've already looked into what his palatable skills are in the 'appraisal'.

"What is that skill… 'Escape'"

'Running away' is a skill that makes your feet faster when you run away.

That is the only physical effect, but it is also said to act on the spirit. It is one of cowardly and scorned negative skills that flees hard and painful things right away.

In fact, the image associated with the name was too bad, even though it is a useful skill that increases the chances of survival when attacked by demons or even in wars.

However, since there are only two levels, it shouldn't have affected our flesh or our spirit that much.

"I wasn't blessed with skills, but I dawned on studying day and night trying to make up for my skills with effort, and I was to be hired at a famous store in the capital. Though I knew my father and Conne, he was hired after his ability was recognized, so I was really happy then..."

The son of a village chief who has far-sighted memories of the time.

"Initially it was a smooth and full sail. Remember the job, have a good reputation from the customer, and you can even tell me that I can leave any one of the branches to you.... but a new arrival came in the spring of the third year. He was a loving and attentive junior and I was eyeing him too. But juniors were too good. He owns several skills, and he 'remembers' them on the spot even if I spent a month remembering them. Sales also sells products verbally in 'Talking Arts' … I was quickly overtaken"

This is called Skill Disease. It breaks my heart to show the difference in talent that is not hard work.

I tend to be mistaken, but the majority of people who fall into skill disease are serious and hard-working.

I hone myself without relying on my skills and scratch my feet trying to do something about it. So did my friend's incompetent. He survived the scratch to the end.

But normal people aren't that strong. They show off differences in skill performance like they mock their efforts.

And he loses his temper and despairs compared to his competent skills. The end of the road is a choice between being just alive or choosing to die yourself.

It is quite unlikely that he or she will recover on his or her own in a current situation where there are rare people to recover but few to show understanding of the medical condition.

"I know it can't be like this. But I'm scared. Efforts are wasted again. I fear that my colleagues and guests will return my palms and praise my juniors and ignore my presence! scornful eyes like seeing that unusable one! I lost my temper. I ran away, throw everything out!

Shake your hair and scream like you're crying.

Thinking of you as incompetent and distressed... you seem to see yourself in the past.

"I've lived my life running away from my moral father, my brilliant brother, my blessed environment, my expectations from all around me..."

"I understand roughly, but what is your Lord doing now?

You really understand. The suspicious Commander of the Demon King is staring down at him.

"I'm not motivated to do anything, I'm not doing anything, I'm just spending my days unnecessarily"

That's what I say and I lay my eyes down.

The Commander of the Demon King has been looking out for me about what he thought.

When I read the words with just the movement of my mouth without speaking out, I say, "I left it to you" and it goes down to near the door.

I think it would be more heartfelt if the demon king leader, who is the object of respect, persuaded him to do it, but let's just do it.

"By the way, is sculpture your hobby?

"Yeah, yeah. I used to do it lightly with hobbies between studies, but lately it's refreshing."

Lightly, for the sake of saying, it was carefully carved into detail, and I found it attractive to attract objects to see.

"If you are on leave and have no time, why not start sculpting again"

"It doesn't matter what the one who ran away from reality does. I look good in decaying without doing anything like this. My incompetent, helpless son, and I'm sorry for my parents."

It doesn't make sense if we don't make his mind positive before we buy out his skills.

It's a strange story to tell him that I own a lot of skills, desperate for everything, including my skills.

But there are some things I can say because I have encountered many skills and have been in contact with distressed people.

"I'm afraid of people. I don't want to work. But I'm afraid I won't do anything. So as I said earlier, why don't you do sculpture and other creative activities? Or you can study theatre you're interested in."

"It's decided that I'm on the run to make an excuse that I'm not doing anything like that...... It's a great way to have 'escape' skills."

"Still don't mind, do you? You're not even running away right now. I'm just stopping on the spot moaning. Then just keep stalling and the future won't change forever."

There was faint light in his eyes as he raised his face.

I go on with my words, staring back into the eyes where my will and fright lived together.

――――

When he heard the words, he exhaled loudly, laughing like a blowout.

There was one more accompanying person when I stayed overnight and left the village.

Because the village chief's son was to work as a prop clerk for troupe falsehood.

He wanted to make an effort to dream again, and when he revealed his thoughts to his father, he became a part of the troupe, pleasantly agreeing.

"Is it not more attractive than anything to work seriously? I am satisfied to be able to pick up a good team member"

The Commander of the Demon King is in a good mood and sits idly on his front.

I'm sitting next to him recommended a sunny place, but it's certainly the best sun and view here.

"By the way, how did the collector convince him?"

Didn't you get a voice because the Commander of the Demon King was a little away then?

He looks intrigued, but he hasn't said anything big.

"It just so happens to be working this time. I just said this to him. Because of your 'escape' skills, why don't you do your best to run the escape route. Throw away all the clutter and run down the escape route... the light may be waiting for you. and"