Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

As the colour of the moon changed from pale to yellow and Zhu, the collectors also became familiar with their lives in Ubar.

The main income of the collectors was the spell of the collectors, and the interpreter.

This Ubar has a southern tribe assembled in the deal that does not follow the Arwala tribe that dominates the north.

Naturally, the language of each tribe was not a common language.

Of course, the negotiations are served by people who are good at language from their respective tribes, but other fine parts of life are large and small and trouble is endless.

That's where the zodiac's ability to translate lived.

The collector undertook a little rubbing of the heterogeneous slaves, neighborhood trouble to the extent that it did not bother the chief's hand, and even the decryption of the illegible stone tablets left by his ancestors.

In addition to not seeking excessive remuneration, he was making a living by making full use of his position as a neutral independent force that would not burden any tribe, adding to the credibility of his allies and backshield, the overwhelming force of snow and white, and the ability of Irida and Yobi to communicate to the magic of the collectors.

From the early mornings, when the sun didn't run out, the collectors were sweating into morning training, which was no longer becoming a routine.

Irida vibrates the 'Star Spear (Cele)' and Yobi also sounds horrible wind cuts on the planet of Dragon Blood Steel. Snow White had pushed Azlona to its limits, and the collector was finally doing a final review of the finished magic ceremony.

Then a while later, just when the sun showed its face about half to the horizon.

Elida sticks her star spear in the sand and wipes her sweat with the towels she bought from the braves.

When the collector glanced slightly at the appearance of wiping the sweat accumulated in the valley of his chest, Elida rather tried to show it off and spoke to him in a funny way.

"I didn't know you were going to take care of Klund. Looks like Atashi and the two of them are your wives, but should I say Atashi is also your husband, no, sir?

The truth is, just because it's easier to have a lot of trouble happening when you decide to be a wife, the collector and Irida and Yobi are not in that relationship. All three of them were able to have a broken relationship, but they also kept a certain distance from the annoying smell of being giddy with their emotions. It could be described as a hunter's habit during a long expedition, or as a special habit of a collector who would be relatively satisfied just to see it.

"Unfortunately, it's not worth feeding you both. Besides, so far, I just make a little more money. I don't know how long this life will last, but if we start a full-fledged deal with the East, if it's my money, Elida, we'll be right through it."

If we deepen our interaction with the so-called eastern tip, the countries of the Mid-continent that are pioneering the eastern Sauran desert, we will be the famous three-star hunter, and Irida, who knows this desert well, will be treasured. Far from wasting rice now, he was building connections with different tribes, remembering words, and actively hunting warcraft. It was also frustrating to recommend to the collector, who was anxious about his livelihood just because of the spell, that he should use his translation skills.

Yobi took advantage of the characteristic of flying in the sky with Yobi to help him collect goulah and so on, and then became close to his neighbor's wife and slaves as well. He also helps raise children and give birth using his own childbirth experience and Japanese knowledge of the collector's memories.

Irida and Yobi. It would not be so far away to be hailed as the best hunter on the east end.

Finally, not everyone was unpaid, just because the biggest earner right now is the collector.

"You can assume you're going to feed me, right?

The collector replied small and no-comment as he sidelined the appearance of a sweat-wiping yobi to a word neither joking nor serious about yobi.

You heard that, laughing when Irida and Yobi dull.

"Oh, speaking of which. Looks like we're finally here, huh?

Rumor has it that five floating ships have passed the northern detour.

It was a story that the floating boat had passed from the middle of the yellow moon to the end, as rumors had taken a considerable amount of time to reach this uber.

There were other rumors that one floater had been wrecked and that some tribe had attacked the floater, plus rumors that the Buryeags intervened to rescue it, but the veracity is unknown in any way.

"It's about the Arwala tribe to raid on a northern detour... hmm? Aren't the Arwala and the Mido people doing pretty well?

"On the face of it. The floaters are paying tolls to the Alvaras to buy safety. But they're hiding their faces and attacking a floating ship. Well, there's no proof. He also told me that he went to the east end to loot a few times and was driven back.... Well, it looks like that's where the guys from Mid Continent are doing it too.... you want to do it?

"Oh, please. Probably, fall."

The magic ceremony I had reviewed many times. Unfortunately, it was not a major discovery that created new autonomous magic, etc.

The collector forms a sand ball wall while opening the magic guide to his left hand, and begins chanting within the ball wall.

And the demon method was activated.

――

"... certainly the finest, no I might say more than that..."

While Elida zeroed in, she glimpsed the results of the magic ceremony developed by the collector, and then headed under the collector with Yobi.

The magical blow slowly shredded the sand that was around the ball wall, resulting in a huge fan-shaped tsunami. It was like a woman's hand the moment it was activated, but its power is not that easy.

As if the great wave had stopped time and left its shape, the sand was soaring.

But Elida's complexion was not superior.

Elida destroys the ball wall where the collector is in, depositing her body on the ball wall and embracing the collector who is passing out.

"You're gonna faint. Then you're not gonna use it."

It was the ultimate opinion.

After noon, the collector woke up.

No Irida, no Yobi. He probably went to work to help, but he didn't have time to think he was a little lonely, etc.

Tight abdominal pain that touches the nerves.

There was no moment of respite either.

The collector panicked and ran into the bathroom.

It was a symptom of magic depletion.

Kneeling into the Japanese toilet just holed up, the collector takes a sigh of relief.

To avoid contaminating the water sources of the oasis, the bottom was also a toilet with holes dug so deep that it could not be seen, but despite such a crude toilet, the heart of the collector was light. Because somehow you don't need to wipe your ass with stone and something doesn't bite you.

The keeper, neat with what he puts out, is still unwilling to work today on his painful abdomen, holding the snow-white tail that was swaying loosely, and laying low in the shared space.

"... hmm? What the fuck are you doing?

The snow and white backs jump at the collector's inquiry.

Normally, I wouldn't be surprised, and it's snow white to protest one or two if I pillow my tail on my own, but it was different today.

Nothing. I turned that way, and even the whistle seemed to be blowing.

Well, look, the keeper went straight to sleep.

The collector stayed asleep until sundown and woke up where Irida and Yobi had returned.

Snow White apparently went on a night out and was no longer there, but there were unexpected visitors there.

"- Nice to meet you, maybe not, but nice to meet you. I'm Koske Sato. I work as Secretary of State for the Kingdom of Albaum."

The collector stood idly by, but Koske told him the reason for his visit without even seeping in fine dust, such as the will of war.

Earlier this morning, for some reason, I was looking for a colleague of mine, and I 'found' a collector by accident.

- Why are you leaving me alone?

Lisa Hayakawa, with the protection of "Ice Princess," had embarked on a desk in Rafal's room and was stuffed.

The other day, five floating ships carrying the first wave of immigrants reached the eastern end. When it was originally six ships, one fell off in a sandstorm along the way, leaving it unaccounted for.

But it wasn't that that Lisa was having a problem with, it was a matter of internal discipline other than the floating ship on which the brave men were riding.

"Not that I don't know what I'm in right now."

Rafal looks grumpy at Lisa for not being angry.

"That's... wow, I know. But that's why you can't leave violence, le, rape alone. That's not my job either, is it?!

Immigrants to the eastern lands were many of them needy people seeking a grand grab. Never the righteous, they could not withstand the long journey to the eastern end and the closed environment of floating ships, the stress of proceeding through the desert of death, perpetrating violence and rape against women on floating ships that were not aboard the brave men.

The captain of each ship had some reticence that it was also troublesome to riot the men in a closed environment called the ship.

This was a sign of contempt for those living close to the slums, or of the current state of affairs in this world, which is relatively normal, although the low level of awareness of human rights towards women greatly affects them.

"One thing that happened was about another country. Two, I have a job ordered by my own country. Three, if you care, do it yourself. Don't rely on people from the beginning."

"Yeah, but I'll see you..."

"Then help yourself. If you can't, give it up."

Cold Rafal, no. Lisa jumped out of the room to Gouda's words.

Indeed Lisa chose Gouda, not the Tajima she admired. But I wasn't even denying Tajima's way of life, her ideas.

At that time Koske was in a surveillance tower built in the east.

A simple fort had been created on a steep pitch on the route leading from the northern detour to the eastern end, but since there were no hostile tribes on the southern detour route, this watchtower was built first.

So Koske was on a mission to use "The Eye of the Earth" to record changes due to the terrain, climate and time lapse of the southern detour. It was the Albaum government's prospect to pioneer new routes for when it split with the Alwala tribe, which dominates the northern detour.

So Koske's "Eye," found Lisa.

Stand on an ice surfboard made with the protection of "Ice Princess" and head for the desert.

Remember the trajectory Lisa travels immediately, but it's as far away and as fast as it gets.

The mission caught my mind for a moment, but I jumped on a floater (floater) that could still be considered a super small floater and tracked it, but I couldn't mask the difference in speed and only lost sight of it altogether.

Sure, we should have gone to the desert, to the cliffside of the Black Dragon, but between the cliffs and the eastern end there is a forest. Now the Black Dragon is not the only one, but the forest is deep and has not been investigated.

I have no choice but to go through the woods avoiding warcraft in "The Eye of the Earth," descend from a floating boat and climb a rocky mountain, stand on the cliffside, but there is still no one there.

From there, I found something outrageous when I 'kept looking' at my surroundings with allowances or gradual 'eyes of the earth'.

Rafal, on the other hand, does not follow Lisa, but lies straight on the sleeping table and connects to one of the 'split (clones)'.

Then, before Rafal, the trading place, which is the neutral part of Nihafa, was extended into view.

He let the proper tribe grab pure gold and rent a house, and let the split lurk.

Rafal wore his robe deeply and turned under the bath it.

Why now, without going after Lisa, head under the bus it. It was the order of the Eastern Governor, who had been sent aboard five floating ships, and the thought of the faction to which Rafal belonged.

"- Find the whereabouts of the shipwrecked floating ship. I'll take over the rest of the assignment here. Don't do anything extra."

The Eastern Governor, who came aboard the five floating ships, told him so as if he were ordering the minions to use them.

It would be due to this relationship between the Eastern Governor and Rafal's rival faction, but it is not an order to traverse the Sauranic desert, even said to be the desert of death, to negotiate peacefully with the local tribes and to let the Hayats exit to Rafal ahead to the eastern tip.

If only this had been the end, Raphal would have done it, but there appeared a messenger whose faction Raphal belonged to.

Stealing the Eastern Governor's eyes and sneaking in contact with him, he yells and scatters, as he hits Rafal eight times.

"... that we haven't finished our investigation yet? Who took you so far in the diaspora? Don't let them do what they think. Find the map and technology of the sand flow route quickly. It's an undisclosed tribe, you can use a somewhat forceful hand. I don't know why I sent you as soon as possible."

Investigation of the southern detour, for securing the eastern end and for the construction of positions, for a compromise with the surrounding tribes. Instead of maps and knowledge of sand streams, there's no way they have time to survey the ruins and mines of the rights they seek.

This is how Rafal came to see Basit on such an extension of his country's factional strife.

"Oh, man, I didn't know you'd show up without a hint. The kingdom of Albaum is like a barbaric country with no manners."

It was a bass-it dialogue of citations that suddenly kept Rafal waiting for him to visit the tent, but Rafal quickly cut to the point.

"There's only one thing I want to hear. A floating ship has been wrecked. Haven't you seen it somewhere?

"I can't possibly know. The sand currents are refreshing. We're good friends, aren't we? Why don't you ask them? In the first place, did you really wreck it? If you're going to make it difficult, we have an idea."

"For a certain distance, the position of the floating ship is known. No, if you don't know. If the rulers of this land don't know, it's no use where we look."

Rafal incited Basit to harvest what Basit called the 'sand stream'.

"Well, I know you've been in contact with the Buryeags. Depending on what happens, you have to raise the toll."

"I just asked them to rescue the shipwreck. Well, I've been stuck with a ban on reciprocal inviolability and sandstream possession. Depending on that and future friendship, we may go as far as the permanent presence of friendly envoys with each other."

Basit deepened the wrinkles between his eyebrows to the kind of excuse Rafal's words.

I poked a ban on possession of sand streams. In other words, it is tantamount to the Bahyeag clarity that they are rulers of the sandstream. Besides, if it also became a habitual residence of the Friendly Envoys, it is possible that the Buryeags would get that spell. No, we may already have more on our hands than a western outsider named the Zodiac already lives with us.

That wasn't a problem for Basit to look over.

"... Huh, okay. Get the hell out of here when you're done."

Rafal just left Basit's tent, not to mention saying that he intended to do so without being told.

Soon afterwards, he realizes the presence of a tailer, but Rafal lowered his voice, laughed, and strayed into the mess of the trading ground.

- Shit, you western outsider with a hipster.

Rafal, who was following me, escaped me. He continued to follow until the sun went down, but somehow only the robe Rafal wore remained. It was as if he had been confused by sand illusions.

"... is it a battle?

I continue in a way that Haitham, who was listening to Basit and Raphal conversations outside the tent, doesn't feel comfortable.

"The young people are treading on their spell."

"You'll get licked because you're running away. How long has it been such a norm, such as hitting a spell?"

All the raids on the floating ships and the east had failed.

On the surface there is a void, but the youth feared that almost all would use a powerful technique different from the spell of the land. The inability to plunder it had dismotivated the poor clan.

But with that said, bass it only gets dramatically high.

Haitham silently accepted Basit's curse.

"Well, tell your brothers we're having a big meeting. I have to ask them something."

"... who are they?

"I don't need to know yet"

That's what I said. Basit left the tent intact.

The remaining High Sam sighs and returns to his tent.

Basit's brothers are those who contain all parts of the north with power, and their power is comparable to that of the head of the Buryeag. Calling them like that meant nothing more than that a massive battle was withheld.

Then the opponent will be the Kingdom of Albaum and the Buryeag, either or both.

It maintains a superficial good relationship with the kingdom of Albaum, which obtained the eastern lands, but all the Alwala are getting is pure gold for tolls. And if they use the southern detour, that is the end of it.

Now that most black dragons had disappeared, the green space in the east was worth more than pure gold.

That's why we raided the floaters many times, trying to make our way to the eastern lands, but all of them were repelled.

But being repelled over and over again had created one suspicion for High Sam.

Can anyone remember the spell?

The kingdom of Albaum has more spellmen than all the spellmen currently in the desert combined. Besides, at first glance, he wasn't a warrior, he even used the women and those who were just confused.

A man who could not feel the hegemony or the killing spirit exhausted an unusual word to kick easily, even though he was a young man.

If so, isn't the Buryeag already in possession of the spell, who had concealed the Caveman, a West outsider? Aren't you hiding that power while you look like a mediator? Wouldn't you be thinking about regaining your former glory?

It's not weird to think that way.

In fact, Rafal said something to back it up. I don't know its sincerity, but I don't even think you'd be lying like you would if you asked the Buryeags. No, it may have been woven to the point where the Alwaras don't believe the words of the Buryeags in the first place.

That spell easily compensates for the small number of Buryeags.

And if the Buryeags decide, several tribes will respond by the grace that Anahita has ever given them. Behind the sand currents, he was bonding with another tribe, what a great possibility.

The Buryeags were circulating material to the trading ground that had never even been seen in the evidence.

The Buryeags gain some power to repel the youths.

That overlapped the legend of a time when the Buryeags used to serve the Black Wise King.

A presence that was counted among the Four Heavenly Kings with a quick figure and a mighty spell.

Even High Sam imagined that, and I trembled.

So far, Baryeag and I have antagonized Basit and Basit's brethren by force, and this one was overwhelmed for the number of tribes, but that could have covered it.

Haitham looked up to heaven and sighed one big time.

Basit appeared before Laro, who was a slave to the Alwala tribe.

Basit throws his scornful gaze at Laro, who looks up to him like a feisty snark.

"Do you know how to manipulate spells, no, flames, sand, wind?

Laro answers as politely as possible so as to hide and squeeze out his inner hatred.

"... let me go. That would also allow us to go to the eastern lands and find out about it. I'm from the same album, no one mistrusts me."

"You know where you stand? I don't care if you grab one or two people, that's all I'm talking about."

"... then at least free me from slavery"

The moment Laro said that, Bass It beat him up silently.

To the power as if the top blows from his neck, Laro remembers when he once quarreled with a giant breed of man in a liquor store.

"-Don 't lie to Non. You know how to remember spells, don't you?

Laro stayed with his glaring eyes, but he didn't snort.

"Huh, let's do it. I will free you from slavery."

"... ok, ok. I'll tell you."

"Do western outsiders all remember"

"Yes, it depends on people if they can teach it, but it is possible for everyone to use it"

Laro was to tell him how to remember spiritual magic and awaken spiritual magic from less wary women and young people.

After that, he was certainly freed from slavery.

I didn't have to deal with my grandfather or my wife.

But that was it.

Except to awaken the Spirit Magic, it was closed to a lonely tent, and the Spirit Magic Awakening was performed on both the day to come and the day to come.

Rarely did he fail to awaken, and when the tribal men died, he was beaten to the brink of death.

Laro, who lived in the slum, was not properly educated. I just became a hunter, managed to live my days, and learned spiritual magic empirically in the meantime. I had no idea what books were in the association. Still, what I could teach was that Rafal was heavily involved.

It was Rafal, no Gouda, who disarmed the split and disappeared leaving only the robe, but was in secluded contact with Rallo with another split that was keeping him lurking.

"- If it turns out to be like teaching Spirit Magic, just teach him elementary Spirit Magic. Otherwise, I'll consider you a traitor and kill you."

"... hey, you, Rafal, right? I was in the slums of the album."

Now Rafal wore the robe deeply, but on the day Rafal first came into contact with the Alwara tribe, Ralo had Rafal in his eyes only for a moment.

For a moment, I couldn't remember right away, but if you think back often, it was certainly Rafal, who was once in the slums of the album.

We weren't that close in depth, but the group we belong to is the same, and we can't possibly look at it wrong. The group to which it belonged was devastated by the slums' protests, and most of them should have died or been caught by the government constitution.

"... then what is it? I have nothing to do with you anymore."

Gouda was replacing Rafal, who died in the slums of Albaum. Naturally, I don't know anything about Laro.

"Hey, please. Get me out of here somehow. I'll help you with everything."

Gouda conceived for a while, and decided to work with Laro.

"If so -"

While in Ubar, the collector was weaving blackcloth on top of his dragon-hua-style coat.

I wore the same black cloth in my training this morning, and I used the magic formula in all my magician outfits, but maybe after I fell, the black cloth turned up somewhat when I was intervened.

But even if that's the case, it's not exactly what you see with normal eyesight.

That's why I saw the face of the collector once in Japan, and I only saw it because it was a Korske with a non-standard vision such as "The Eye of the Earth (Universe Eye)".

"- I'm sorry. To my own cuteness, I saw Hayat's sins and pretended not to see them, nor did I look for them. Perhaps you should have stayed out of contact if it were you, but this is how I asked you about the future and how you felt."

Koske, feathering a robe apparently obtained locally, bowed his head deeply so as to hide his army uniform.

He was a relative treasurer with a swinging flame across the enclosure, but only a few glances at his face.

Whenever I meet a brave man I have never met, I reply to Koske wondering if he would do this with a little relief, but would be angry if he was not done.

"As always, that's fine if you keep it a secret. Including the same summoner. It's a secret to the woman you were chasing and to your boss. That's what I promised Hayato and the others."

"Okay."

That's what the collector told me, and Koske raised his head.

"... and how did you get here? You're not an immigrant, are you?

"Summoned by Snow Mountain, traveling as it were, shipwrecked in the desert, and somehow I'm here"

It was too succinct an explanation, but that's all he imagined the harshness of the collector's otherworldly life, and Koske looked sorry for him.

"... and how do you know your last name? Have you talked to the Hayatos?

The Zodiac's last name is a branch, but he barely names it in this world.

"No. I remember seeing it somewhere when I was in Japan. Besides, I haven't seen the Hayats. I don't even know where I am right now as soon as I'm out in Reciharm."

"You can have a collector. I only name names here. Hayato's not here?

"Yeah, it looks like you were on the east end for a while after you defeated the Black Dragon, but you're not here now. And I'm back in Lesiharm once, and the other summoners who were in my country have disappeared, leaving behind those who belonged to the album."

Hayat and the others are doing something they don't even know about Koske, who is supposed to be the same summoner.

"... it may be extra, but are you okay?

Koske ran out of words.

"Until I return to Japan, my country is an album. Once you've made that decision, you can't conveniently change your attribution. I'm not treated like a slave."

"- Then my information will be sold to the album, won't it?

To the words of the treasurer, Koske shook his neck to the side.

"Assuming the album orders you to talk washingly about what you know, you're not willing to talk. I don't even think it would be in the national interest where we talked about it, and most importantly, the collector doesn't want that. No one will be happy just because one particular person is happy. I just want to say that no matter how much my country, I'm not willing to do anything against such humanity... but if there's nothing I can do about it, I might say"

It didn't look like you were lying.

Either way, I just have to believe that word more than I can kill.

"I won't tell you to protect me when I die. Just give me time to get out of here."

"Of course, because it's weird"

Koske smiled vaguely bitterly.

I couldn't help but feel Japanese for the collector. While I felt nostalgia somewhere in my mind about it, I couldn't forget what it meant for the Japanese to enter the organization for a living.

- Gwong.

Koske instantly finds herself in a horrible growl and its presence more than a wolf howl.

Though he admired his inner self for that trained move, the possessor controlled Koske by hand.

"My queen. The story makes sense. Whatever happens, don't get your hands on me. No harm done."

But while the collector is surprised why he hasn't come in, he leaves the rock hole with Koske and greets him.

It was dark outside and the flames brought by the collector from the enclosure lit up the surroundings.

In the dark night darkness, white hair of snow and white rises.

Koske, who was behind the treasurer, but breathed in the appearance of the snow white to be said even with its giant snow leopard, and found the woman on its back, screaming unexpectedly.

- Lisa.

Snow White went for a walk before sundown.

One of the most pleasant things to do was to patrol the territory on a walk through a freezing desert night for Snow White, but lately it's been elaborate on something else.

Black dragon cliffs.

Rock mountains, forests, and meadows stretch beyond the climb.

More than half of them are rocky mountains and forests, but people live in the plains, with more buildings every day.

Seeing it was one of the pleasures of snow and white, but there was more fun here than that.

In the rocky mountains, once inhabited by a herd of black dragons, there was left a nest that had lost its Lord.

Among them were glittering stones and metals, and old swords and spears, and things hidden. Too old. They are almost crap, but they looked brilliant in snow and white.

So Snow White was searching for it and bringing his favorite back to the rock hole.

And when the treasurer woke up, he was admiring it.

I wasn't willing to teach the collector.

This is a treasure. I won't give it to anyone.

Snow White thought so.

With Azlona finally becoming a young dragon and her hands away, a little leisure time Snow White had somehow woken up to collecting habits. Snow white and still about three years old. Usually hidden but curious.

That's why today and today Snow White was excitedly looking for treasures, but we ran into them there.

One woman squatting in the corner of a certain rock hole.

When the snow white stood at the entrance to the rock hole, the woman raised her face, and when she saw the snow white, she suddenly released an ice spear.

For some reason, that ice spear did not have ice sperm present (...) (...).

As far as Snow White knows, the same phenomenon as this is only the thunderbolt used by Anahita, and by Hayat's men.

- Grrr.

However, if you try snow and white, there may be ice sperm, but ice is ice.

He took the snow and white with his mouth and chewed up the ice spear like an arrow unleashed on a strong bow.

The woman who sees it releases countless more ice spears, but not so much for Snow White. Again, ice hardly works on snow and white so that flames don't work on fire dragons at all.

I go with ice spears with my tail to pay for a depressing fly.

Snow White did not fight back.

Ice spears weren't a threat at all, and hurting people cheaply could get the possessor in trouble. I was also aware of that. But more importantly, the woman had no desire to kill. On the contrary, there was even a shitty feeling somewhere.

Now, I have tears in my eyes.

And for some reason he cried and called out as he was.

"Whatever you want already! What, why, why..."

Snow White twists his neck wondering why he has to be reversed giled.

Nevertheless, I didn't even feel like killing a woman like this, I couldn't just leave her here, and when I approached her to carry her for now and dump her somewhere, she caught me.

He even cried wondrously, his hair wandering with snot and tears, and he hugged and fell asleep in it.

That happened and Snow White brought Lisa, but naturally the possessor can't guess that far.

"... kidnapping? You want some?

Koske wolves around eating.

Snow White glanced at Koske, who was behind the collector, whilst protesting Peppy and the collector with his tail that he was not.

Bickle, stay together, superior officer, as if you had encountered someone who was also far above the clouds, a course of stretching your spine.

It didn't happen that I was willing to defy it from the moment I saw it.

"- I'll see you first. My name is Koske Sato. My name is Lisa Hayakawa and I will be your colleague. If you don't mind, I'd like to keep it here."

Snow White, who identified himself as licking a tense koske from top to bottom to the extreme, wrapped his tail around Lisa and lowered it off her back, offering it straight to Koske.

Koske received it and as he put Lisa in the passenger seat of the floating boat, he bowed his head to Snow White, and to the Collector.

"I think Lisa will take care of you when she wakes up, so I'm leaving for today. But I will be sure to thank you for this later. Now if you'll excuse me."

"No, come already -"

Without even hearing from the collector, he left to flee on a floating boat as it was.

The collector looked at Snow White and his face, clapping his shoulders and returning to the rock hole.

Then a few days later, when the collectors were training in the early morning.

Koske has really come to thank you.