The Skill Collector

"So why don't you join us, Collector Hall"

They cut that out in the king's room surrounded by moderately sumptuous furniture.

The king, who has accumulated an unfit moustache, is making a stern face, but he can see his gaze uncertain and imposing.

"All of a sudden, I can't see the story," he said.

"I seem to be feeling fast. I'd like to thank you for skipping the detailed explanation."

He bows his head against me when he says he is king of one country.... a familiar sight.

"Come on, will you stop that tone? Because it's just me and the king."

"Are you sure? No, I thought I should behave like a king for once. If that's what the collector says, I can't help it."

Are you tired of tough language, relaxing your shoulders and stretching your back. That figure only looks like an old man.

This is still the reality that he is the king who reigns over Kenukesib, the land of piles, which is a great power.

I've had an affair with something for a long time and interacted with the king of this country for generations, but the one person in history who relies most on me is a handkerchief to wipe his neck, this king.

"I can't feel the majesty of a king whenever I see it"

"Right ~. No, I know it's not a vessel that stands on people, but there's no one else who can be king. But my son is brilliant, so if we replace him, this country will prosper more."

"Marriage is nearby."

The king's cheek and eyes loosen as soon as he waved the topic of marriage.

"Wise and beautiful daughter-in-law. I feel like I'm gonna get laid on my ass, but if my son's happy, I don't mind. I want to see my grandson's face soon."

At first glance, he only looked like a grandfather eager for his grandson, but his voice was serious.

The king of this country can't hope for a future in which he retires and has a calm old age when he gives up his tracks... The tower that seals the evil is awaiting a decree to become a stone statue and part of the control device.

Years after his son became king, he becomes a stone. There's not much time left.

"I wanted to clean up a lot of trouble for my money, but I had trouble with that dictatorship seemingly motivating me lately"

"I hear you attacked and destroyed two surrounding countries."

He talks like any other HR, but it would be nineteen or eighty-nine, my sister, manipulating that outrage behind him.

I wasn't watching it sideways knowing that. Prepare for the day when information should be gathered.

The day I settle with my sister is... not far away.

"Mm-hmm. I'm sorry about the people who live in that country, but I wasn't going to be particularly handy if it didn't have a negative impact on other countries. But that doesn't make sense."

"I see. Because there are other countries nearby."

"That's right. You can't destroy my son's pretty daughter-in-law country."

The serious side doesn't even look like a competent king. but I don't speak of it. Because the king himself likes the position of King of the Old Talent.

In his booze seat, the king said, "It is one of my qualities as a king not to be rewarded with talent. The king doesn't have to be any better than his men. The most important thing is not to make a mistake," he laughed.

"Whoa, you've got a story all over you. A favor to a collector is an invitation to a militant party."

"Ball? May I have a referral merchant join me on such a gorgeous occasion? And I'm not very good at dancing."

I'm confident that using my skills will get me through this without difficulty, but I honestly don't like the ballroom vibe.

"I wonder if it could be a mistake. Every two years, we gather people who are confident in the arms that we open in our country, and we open them up, we talk about militancy."

"Oh, was that you? It's that time of year."

A militant party held every two years in Pile Country. Many participants visit the Pile Country because the winners are awarded large prizes and honors.

"Wouldn't it be great if I didn't join you?

"Yeah, but it's not the same this year. It is inevitable that we will be at war with that country in the near future. So there's a prospect of gathering and soliciting many strong men to reinforce their power."

"I understand that, but if you want to have a visitor, why don't you ask the champion to join us? You don't have to say his visibility."

I can't get people together where I'm in. There will be quite a few who know the name of the collector, but only a few who know the strength.

Then it would have been more effective to publicize Leondold's appearance.

"Of course, I spoke to Lord Leondold first, and you know what... he said, 'You can join me if you want to leave the collector too.'"

"Oh, oh..."

"Besides. He said," If there are collectors out there, they want to get out. "So he thought," I want you to go out to the collector. "

I hope the good old man is upbeat and doesn't make a disgusting cat noise.

As soon as this king is in trouble, he is attracted to me. When I was younger, I was a cute kid, unlike now, so it worked, but now it's counterproductive.

It's disgusting, so don't look at me with your nagging eyes.

You can say no, but if you're thinking of replenishing your power, it's certainly an effective means. Besides, it is also possible that the hands of my sister will be distracted from these events. If we catch him and cut his power, we'll get all of it.

"Then you can think about it, but you have a problem joining as a collector. Because it's going to affect future business."

"Then why don't you disguise yourself? You have those skills, too."

"Right. You won't find out if you hide your face in a helmet or mask, too. You just have to buy clothes or armor somewhere."

I feel like buying clothes that only last a day is a waste of time as a merchant.

The person who lends you clothes for free when... I have one person in mind, so let's just try to negotiate.

"Oh, aren't you a collector! What's the matter, you're here to see my play? Raw hate, but the gig starts at night."

When we took to the auditorium of troupe falsehood, we encountered the leader of the Demon King, who was quite tense.

There's a Cheiri who noticed me among the troupers in practice, waving small. Return the meeting gently so as not to disturb you.

"Take your play carefully another time. I have a favor to ask you today."

"Wow. It's unusual for a collector to ask my students, let me know. My loyal servants, hydrate and take a modest break! And don't forget to wipe your sweat!

The tone sounds great, but the instructions are gentle.

The members also grasp the character of such a group leader, so they say, "Got it!," he laughs after saluting in silence.

"Actually, there was a case where I had to hide my identity. If there's a costume you're not using, could you lend it to me?

"Do you do disguises? Hmm, I'll lend you any costume... but let me tell you more about it. I'm telling you that my" sixth sense "will be interesting."

The Commander of the Demon King has become greedy for interesting stories since he learned about theatre. I also feel like using 'Sixth Sense' for this is a waste of skill, but let's not go into it.

Aside from the fact that the king asked me to join him because it was nothing else to hide, I told the militia that I was willing to join them in concealment of my identity.

"If there's anything funny like that, why don't you tell me soon! You're lucky I'm a collector! I have just the right costume. The script of the story you heard from the Lord before is complete. I'm going to be performing soon, but why don't we lend this costume with that publicity!

The story I told you before...... maybe not that one. If so, I must categorically refuse.

"Oh, no. It's not such a temperamental outfit, it feels more plain and less conspicuous..."

"Ha ha! You don't have to shy away from me and you! I don't care if it's dirty or broken, it'll be flashy!

The leader of the Demon King who jokes while tapping on my shoulder is unwilling to listen to people.

This guy... When the Demon King rides badly, I have already experienced things that don't happen, so I get a bad feeling. 'Intuition' skills were alarming in the evidence.

Apparently, you've got the wrong person to ask.

"Costume clerk, come! Why don't you make some adjustments to suit this person's body! And the trinket clerk, come under me!

The leader of the Demon King is happy to talk.

"Captain, the costume is from the new one. Is this okay?

The costumer brought a black long coat.

... I don't feel like I recognize the design.

"That's fine! A great sword with a useless design that the talented legendary brave man had propped onto the pitch-black coat he always used!

... I wonder why. Watching a black coat and an overly decorative set of swords will give you a spine.

"Um, doesn't this outfit suit a collector? Guarantee a fit that looks as if you've worn it before!

That's what makes me laugh deeply, Captain Demon King.

... Hello, are you on the lookout?

"No, that doesn't suit me."

"Don't be modest. Don't hesitate."

"What, so..."

"Ha-ha-ha! Let's finish the best stage costume our troupe has to back up!

"So shall we add a little more decoration? Embroidery appeals to gorgeousness with gold thread!

"Not good or not!

"Um..."

The conversation is progressing without my permission to refuse.... It doesn't look like this is a situation where I can say no anymore.

A month after that.

The militancy ended without delay in the midst of a flourish.

I was wary, but my sister's handsome figure would not participate, and I would end up worried.

Regardless of my thoughts, they said the tournament was over safely, and the Pile Nation hired many of those who had the results in favor.

I was impressed that the prince said happily that the king's prospect had been in a good mood for a while after it had worked.

After a few days, the excitement at the time seems to be cooling down only a little, but it is nevertheless held up on the subject of militancy among the people.

I enjoy a relaxing cup of tea in the dining room's privileged seat on the ground floor of the inn, but all I hear from the seats around me is still talk about militant parties.

"No, you're thrilled! The winner was a fair champion, but I didn't expect such famous samurai and swordsmen from all over the continent!

"I've heard rumors of swordlessness, but I can't believe there's actually a day to be seen with these eyes."

Noisy in the back seat is a childhood combination of adventurer semash and sarpy.

My buddies Luio and Peeli are also joining the conversation and starting to criticize which battle was the best.

"Uh, if I wasn't at work, I'd love to mix it up too! Hey, Sumire."

"I don't like contention, except for that fight. It was really hot!

Ceiri and Sumire, who came beside my seat, are also nagging because they want to talk about the tournament.

When I glanced over the counter for a moment, the general shrugged her shoulders and nodded small as if she had shrugged.

Apparently it silences the chatter at work.

"Were you both watched?

"Yeah. A generous champion gave me an admission ticket!

"I really appreciate you even preparing for my family"

Where I didn't know, the champion's ratings were up. I just wanted to say that I have an exaggerated personality but unexpectedly notice the details, but do something extra...

I also got a couple of tickets, but I didn't dare give them tickets. Because I was worried I'd find out if the disguise was in case.

If they find out I was dressed like that, I also have to think about taking off the inn.

"But that guy who retired in the finals was a waste, wasn't he? I was there for you."

"I carried a great sword on that black coat -"

Balin, and the cracked sound of a ceramic cup.

"Wow, collector, are you hurt?!?"

"... sorry, my hand slipped"

What I did seems to upset me just a little bit.

"I'll clean it up soon, so don't touch it."

Chaili handily collects ceramic shards.

Let's make amends later.

"It goes on, but I think he had a good fight with the champion. I'm talking about the previous battle injury getting worse and abstaining, but you weren't even on the opponent's offensive blur. It's so frigid."

He abstained immediately as the final was a battle with the champions as expected.

You can't get out of hand with a champion opponent, and this one has no chance of winning unless you give it all. That's why I can't do everything in public. Because I don't know where my sister's keeping an eye out from, but I can't reveal it in my hand.

"I didn't see your face, but it was cool, wasn't it? My brother and sister seem to have become fans. I just got a little glimpse of it, too."

Flowers are blooming in the story of one contestant.

"It seems that the overwhelming ability to defeat an opponent in an instant has given it the name Dark Flash. Look, I signed up under a weird player's name, so it looks more penetrating over here."

... I just wanted to spend less time exposing myself to the extreme, but I didn't know you were given such an embarrassing alias.

Should that outfit have been categorically rejected, albeit to hide who it is?

"Uh," Black History, "right? Does that name mean anything?

"I wonder. However, that outfit looks just like the hundred brave men I'll be doing at my next gig..."

This is exactly what young people are all about... There's a fine difference, but I never thought I'd let you dress like that for the first time in hundreds of years.

A painful time when I was drunk on myself that I was a better chosen one than others, gaining a lot of skills and getting on with it.

I'm thrilled about mysterious figures, but I couldn't hear any more, so when I take out the novel, I activate my 'concentration' skills to block the sound.

I calmly thought back on this one in the world of sound disappearing.

I was scattered, but the militancy was in full swing. The king was able to replenish his power.

Admittedly, it's a little bit like being danced on the king's palm if you look only at the results.

"If they were going to dance anyway, the ball would have been better than the militant party."