The Skill Collector

"I'm back now"

"" Welcome back!

When I opened the door to the destination inn, I was greeted by the two Billboard Daughters with a confused smile as to whether they had shed any light.

Said it was only a few weeks away from this city, but it leaks a relieved breath.

It's as comfortable as if you're home.

"Ah, collector. You're back."

Kuyoli, who came down the stairs by the way and quickly, lined up next door.

Recently, I seem to be taking care of my hair as well, and I have lustrous, straight hair instead of blushing with sleeping like I used to.

The outfit is still a dress with countless signs of flaking and tearing.

"Are you wearing the clothes again? Next time I have to go buy a new one."

"Okay. I'll come with you."

"Oh...... Did you wake up stylish even though you always left it to me? That's a good trend."

When you say that, you stare up at my face and you're swelling your cheeks.

You look like you said something, but maybe you made the wrong choice of words.

"By the way, how was the country of dictators"

"Oh, I want to hear it too!

"Me too. - Oh, isn't the captain with you?

The three were asked at the same time. The voices overlap and are slightly hard to hear.

"We didn't have a problem with dictatorships. You'll talk more about it later. The captain says he's dropping by the theater."

Answer in turn before sitting in the usual seat at the window and ordering tea and baked confectionery.

The two billboard daughters wanted to hear more about it, but they have work to do, so they reluctantly go back.

Cuyoli is sitting next to me for nothing.

I guess I'll go report emerging religions to the priest when I take a breather. Plus, I want to see what's going on with my 'reason' skills.

But I don't want anyone to interrupt my peace of mind, so just relax a little bit.

"Collector, come on. Awwwww!

Following the sound of a well-motivated open door hitting the wall, a scream clings to the inn.

I drank my tea because it was a familiar voice, and then I looked back, and there was a therapy that was disturbing and panicking.

He wears his usual piece and hangs a "great relic" from his neck. He seems desperate to look for me in tears.

I only have a bad feeling about it, so I may disappear with 'cover-ups' like this.

Behind such therapy lies Ariaria, who is standing with her spine stretched out. Of course it's a human maid state, not the original automata look.

Usually it's a scene to put a scratch on or fool around therapy, which is the Lord, but it's quiet as if it's a squire in a position.

"Collector, help me. Yeah, yeah! Where, where are you? Ahhh!

Too sad a scream. Can't we just ignore it?

When I get up, I wave and let the therapy know where I am.

"Mr. Therapy, it's here."

"There he is. Ahhh!

The chest of the therapy running over hard is flashly rammed up and down.

I don't think so now, but the other male guests were staring at it.

For some reason, Kuyoli and Sumire are bumping into each other's murderous gaze, and Cheiri is just going to regret it a little bit.

I accidentally hold onto my therapy forehead and kill the momentum because it was a push that was going to hold me as it was.

"I want to be useful..."

Who is it, the customer who just whined?

"Oh, my God!

"Please calm down for a moment. what is it?"

Pass a handkerchief to a therapy with tears and drooling nostrils.

So I wiped my tears and also tried to give it back after my nose, so I politely refused to "I'll give it to you".

"Um, um, it's broken! It's broken!

"What broke? Is it" Great Relic "tangled? Then it's important."

Where therapy lives, there are establishments that raise demons and giant labyrinths in the basement. When they get out of control, I'm sorry that village by the sea just collapses.

"I'm hitting it, but it's a little different!

Transfer your gaze by deciding that it is quicker to ask Ariaria than to ask her therapy, which is ruptured and unexplained.

It's usually a scene where you interrupt without question, but you just sit still and you don't even pinch your mouth.

"Mr. Ariaria, may I ask you to explain what you mean?

"You can't speak without the Lord"

"What's the matter? You're like a squire, aren't you?

"Because Aria is obedient and living to devote herself to the Lord"

As usual, he stands in therapy with a gentle smile rather than a faceless expression.

It just seems like a bad joke about them, but you wouldn't do this if you lied about Aria's character.

"Mr. Therapy, what the hell is this?

"That's right. Ugh! Aria, Aria's broken! It's been like this for about a week now! It's creepy! I'm scared. Ugh!

I'm shaking when I let go of my hand from my forehead and I hug and squirm.

This seems seriously frightening.

"Tell me more... You can't do this here"

The customers and clerks around him are listening.

You can't let Aria know she's an automata. Let me hear it in my room for now.

"Well, there's going to be some stories, so could you come up to my room?"

"Heh, is it a room ⁉ eh, but it's such a day, and my heart's ready"

Therapy is twisting my body and making weird moves.

You seem to be mistaken. Just like the cuyoli and clerks and customers staring at me.

"No, I don't think so. Aliaria is with you."

"Are you three for your first experience..."

"If it is the Lord's command"

I want you to stop making it even easier.

It's also troublesome to explain this any further, so I'll take the two of you to a room I've been renting for a long time.

I don't have enough chairs for you two to sit on the bed. Aria reluctantly remains standing on the wall.

I sit in a chair that I love to use...

"How did Mr. Cuyoli follow you?

Even though I didn't call him, Kuyoli walks into the room silently and sits in bed, naturally.

"Watch for weird things."

Apparently not trusted.

Is there a problem because she also knows who Aria is?

"So since when do you mind telling me a little more about how this happened"

"Yes. That was about a week ago. Aria does maintenance once a month. If you don't do that, he's not feeling well."

"Maintenance, that's your first ear"

"The way to do this is to stab two thin holes in the house, like strings stretched out of your body, and they don't move for about half a day. In the meantime, I can't reply by talking to him, so I always leave him alone."

Automata's power is unknown, but maybe that's how he replenishes his powers. Think of it as connecting to an underground facility and getting something magical.

"If I had done it this time as usual, all of a sudden a big thunder would have fallen on my house... We were safe at home, but this is what happened when Aria suddenly glowed so much that her eyes hurt that she thought she sprayed smoke out of her body."

"Did the thunder come from the string and flow into your body? I've seen a few people whose memories flew after a strong shock, but maybe it's close to that. My previous memories have been lost and my vegan personality has appeared."

"Yep! So you were originally such a big and good kid, that aria bitch ⁉"

"What does that mean?

Aliaria smiles about her surprisingly screaming therapy.

He's scared the other way around that he doesn't seem angry, and he's clinging to me again, but Cuyoli used his previous powers to pull him off.

"You're in trouble. If you're human, I can think of a few ways to deal with it, but it doesn't seem to work for Automata. More familiar at times like this... Oh, there you are."

I think I'm dumb. There was someone in this room who knew more about Aria than anyone else.

Once I leave the room, I visit the subject's room, explain how it went and pull it off.

"Aria, what's that? Cho, take it."

What I'm laughing at in a unique rhetoric is a girl with brown, wavy hair and a short skirt of length - irritating.

I've lived in this inn since I fought and defeated Ariaria before.

This is how the tone turned out once I stopped moving and managed to repair it.

"I've been wondering about this for a long time, but it's a unique dialect, isn't it?"

"It has to be a dialect. This was a popular young man's word a long time ago. No."

Is that the word of the time when Automata was made? It's similar to the basics now, but I'm a little upset just asking.

But now she's the one who asked for it. You can't say extra things to undermine your mood.

"Don't you know anything about Aria's condition?

"I can afford this, Cho, and no. The current just ran and the data just blew up during the backup, right? So you feel the sub-AI is up and running during the repair?

"... excuse me, a little more plainly please"

Therapy also has an incomprehensible face.

Cuyoli doesn't even seem willing to think about it. If you stare at the chest of therapy, let it go because you are gazing at your chest and sighing loudly.

"I don't even know this. - Seriously, I can't. Um, while my memory is confused, this big, different personality is just coming. Now you understand?

If you can talk normally, I want you to do it from the beginning.

"Does that mean you're going back to normal over time? How long has that been?

"Hmm, from a week to two weeks, right? If you still don't go back, I'll take care of it. Well, then, by the way."

That's all I said, I went back to my room with the sleaze.

"Because it seems so. If it's been another week, I thought I'd be back in a few days."

"Yes, it is. Thank you! Now you can live in peace. I don't know what I'd do if I stayed like this."

I'm stroking my chest down, but will there be any trouble if Aria stays like this?

Many would see this state of quiet and less teething to orders than usual as convenient.

"If I were you now, I wouldn't fool you, and you wouldn't be exposed to poisonous tongues or teased, would you?

"I know that. But, um, I don't know what to say... because the usual loud, bad personality and skipping demon Aria is who she is. 'Cause I'm calmer that way, too."

Laughs like trouble scratching his head.

It's usually just a mouth fight, but you're really close.

"Really? I hope it goes back to normal soon."

"Yes!"

Behind the therapy of laughing without giving in, Ariaria laughed with equal pleasure.

Two weeks later, as he enjoyed his afternoon tea time in his usual seat, the door opened vigorously inside.

"He's a collector. Awwwww! Please help me. No."

I hear the cry of therapy again.

I try to get up worried that Aria didn't get it back.

"It's a neighborhood nuisance. Why don't you hold your mouth down with your big chest for that useless waste"

Don't worry, I heard Aria's poisonous tongue, so I enjoy the rest of the tea.

"If you can get back in front, break it again! Back then, when you did that obedience and didn't hate the chores in general!

"I refuse. Explain in detail and with more than a million characters why you must obey a lower being than I do."

"A lot! Because we can do a huge part!

Hearing the noise, I drank my tea gracefully to the end.