Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

Thirty, sixty, ninety days and days pass, and the calendar goes from the Ethereal Moon to the Yellow Moon.

Near the upper layers of the Allerduria Mountains was the warmest, breeding platter of the year.

Naturally, the sub-alpine and forest belts and wilderness below the middle level are also warmer and hotter than the summit of the mountain, and the village of Salehad undergoes its busiest period. A short summer has begun.

Regardless of the collector's routine, every day, he traveled to and from the mountains and villages and made salting requests.

Local hunters are called 'Wild Dogs (Braca)' in the shadows, but relations with villagers are generally good.

"Wild Dog (Braca)" is a hatred that mocks a chimpy hunter who has been grabbed by a dog and has been witnessed many times in the association to bite against Zaul and branch chiefs, and one day becomes told by other hunters as hunters of displaced origin who make salting requests like leftovers from other hunters.

Such hatred prevailed over the Alerduria Mountains, our own territory for local hunters, against the treasurers who came and went more like their gardens than they did.

The collector didn't mean to be a special bite only to Zaul or the branch manager. I had to do something about it because they were involved.

Salting requests are mostly from the middle to the upper reaches of the Allerduria Mountains, only with the awareness that they live there once. I had no choice but to turn the salting request.

The collector also lacked autonomous magic research and magic practice during those days, and Irida was taught how to use small swords, knives and shields, occasionally taking delicacies to Baron Potapenco.

It was just then that the amount of magic that depleted and increased became insignificant. Even a small amount increases, so I continue to do so.

And it was also around this time that I finally had room for life, when painting with my own ink moddles, searching for instruments, and making began to mix with moisture in the life of the collector.

Maxeem hasn't come yet as the Collector enriches his days.

That night.

The collector sees Irida as exploring the sincerity of the statement.

"Don't look like a wolf off such a herd. Damn, you usually look like you don't know what you're thinking. … what, I just don't need a leader"

Leave your body behind the back of the chair in a good mood.

"I didn't go hunting outside, but I think I have the power to do it alone. It's more clever than Atashi when it comes to spiritual magic. Well, is it a strange story to compare to a giant species? Well, in the meantime, I've become a man in public."

Irida laughed nicely and hoisted a bottle of distilled liquor (vogilla) towards the keeper.

Catch twenty-six men. What do you mean, the collector sees Jitri and Irida.

"... you're filthy when it comes to a man in public or Elida"

"Ahem? You're the one who's looking at people's breasts."

"You'll see, that's all I'm bragging about."

"It's physique, physique. If you move a little, you have to be hot. I won't."

"What, I thought it was a hobby"

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"... exposure frenzy?

With Maxime in mind, the Caveman suspected that all the giant species were exposed fanatics.

Irida's cheeks are tight and tight.

"... I didn't think so"

Elida keeps putting the bottle in front of the keeper.

"If it's Umai booze, you drink it, right? You don't think that's a bad idea anymore, do you?

"... you can drink it though"

Put that aside, the collector stood up.

"Are you running away?

Irida says challengingly.

"Hey, hey."

That's how the collector goes to the counter where the master of the tavern is.

Two or three words are spoken, and the keeper who receives something comes back.

Empty bottle, reddish liquid, yellow fruit juice.

Before Irida says anything, the keeper pours about half of the distilled liquor (vogilla) into an empty bottle, half of the distilled liquor (vogilla) each with the reddish liquid and yellow fruit juice. Finally, chicken egg-sized ice was generated in the bottle.

Then I closed the lid of the bottle and shook it properly fine. With the ice essence just now, I won't forget to chill it from the outside or into the kink.

I don't know how to shake it, so I can't help but think it's appropriate.

I poured a cocktail that I could do that into a glass and saw Irida.

"Want a drink?

Irida received a cocktail poured into the cup half-heartedly.

And it's in my mouth.

Elida makes a face that says no.

The sweetness and sourness of the mackerel were not sweet, and the taste was good.

Most importantly, it's cold.

"... this is your good liquor"

The collector does it nicely and chicly.

"Balalaika, it's a cocktail."

Well, it's moddly, but I laughed.

Irida drops her eyes on a thin red cocktail.

There are several cocktails themselves if you go to each region, but they are all ambient or warm. I had never seen a cold cocktail. Calling ice sperm for every cocktail you make can make bartenders fall down one day, it can be hard to spread.

Keeping her gaze pointed at the cup, she asks Elida to whine about what she put in it.

"The distilled liquor (vogilla) is mixed with the peel of the mature fruit of the Goddess's whim (eganadia), the juice of the wild yellow fruit of the Goddess's whim (eganadia)"

"That would be a pill. And the time is crazy."

"If you turn this distiller over to another drink, it will be a different drink, but it seems to be the only one."

Other customers seem to drink distilled liquor (vogilla) straight or diluted with water.

"Well, not bad. It's easier to drink than the original booze."

"Oh, the wine soaked in the ripe fruit skin of the goddess' whim (Eganadia) is strangely tight"

"Well, it's a pill. Use it for colds and scratches."

The collector nodded heh.

Then they drank. The collector was drinking at his own pace, but it is a long stretch from the evening.

After working a little hard across the day, the collector sank to the table saying he was sleepy.

Looking forward to it, Irida, who tried to make that cocktail herself, mistakes the amount of liquor soaked in the ripe fruit skin of the Goddess's whim (Eganadia) with obviously intoxicating momentum, and keeps drinking it again, makes Irida rarely likely to sink, too.

Champon, don't notice. I drink a lot of high alcohol, and I get drunk with a nasty giant species.

The shoulder of the lida that seems to fall asleep is much lighter.

He was a treasurer with eyes resting with his sleeping eyes.

"Return"

That's all you have to do to make him stand up forcefully and stay behind the store. The money was first paid by Elida in bulk.

On a path with little moonlight, the two flew back to the inn.

In the morning, it was probably noon.

The dazzling light of day plunges through the window, slowly opening the eyes of the collector.

When I woke up carefree, my headache struck the treasurer first. And urine.

The collector grabbed his jacket and fluttered toward the bathroom, holding on to his aching head. Urinary, and vomiting.

Rinse your mouth and return to the room the collector finds a familiar figure in an unfamiliar landscape.

On the soaking bed of the light of day is a woman.

A giant species exposed to brown skin was asleep.

The collector holds his head back again. No matter how much I think with my aching head, I don't remember.

A woman, no, Elida handed over a blanket and woke herself up.

"Oh, you hungover?

It was an unusual irritator.

And accidentally smash his face.

"You look like you don't know what you're thinking, you fuck when you fuck"

The collector learns to faint. Because of the hangover, I decided to think so.

"Oh, my God, I don't remember, but that's okay.... who wants to get married or something?

"Do I look that way?

"Right, that's good, huh? Well, then, in due course."

That's how the collector heads to the bathroom again. Vomiting.

When the collector returned to the room, there was still Irida there. It didn't seem like a dream or an illusion.

"Damn, you're not treating a woman like that.... Relieved, nothing happened... maybe."

"I don't think you've been treated like a man, either.... maybe, well, I hope you like it."

Just as Elida says it's out-of-heart.

"I slept just about once, and I'm not as proud of my lover as I am of my marriage."

"Well, sure, it wouldn't be a bump,"

"Ahem?

"No, well, it's troublesome like a bump or something."

"That's your bad arm."

The collector smiles slightly.

"That's what they say. Next time, tell me."

That's all I left to say, the collector headed to the bathroom again.

The leftover Irida lay down with a blanket.

Huh, I was supposed to have a short relationship with the collector, but I feel like I've been seeing him strangely long.

"... next time, hey. Do you have one, that kind of thing? Kuku."

Enjoying the mood, Irida fell into a mellow spot.

On this day, the collector experienced his first hangover in this world.

Increased parental density with the toilet.

For the first time in this world, I asked God for salvation.

I realized I couldn't live without the bathroom.

Half a day after that, I made a bad habit of saying that there was no more God.

The day after the hangover, the collector bought food and groceries again and returned to the mountains.

When the collector, who had been vacating the house for a while, managed to ascend the mountain, a super grumpy snow white sat on the rock and looked down at the collector.

I didn't even call it in a whistle, so I wondered what was going on, and the collector climbed in anticipation of half the snow and white mood, but didn't think about it, but it was still what I expected.

It took about two days for Snow White to get in the mood.

The feather pillows are pleasing to the acari and are used by the acari more than by the caveman who is not very much in the cave.

Somehow the single salesman felt this way, and he was a collector who didn't even want to do it.

Ninety days have passed since that day, and I usually do salting requests by myself, while occasionally working with Irida, such as when the request is gone or when Irida asks me to.

What I can only see around me when Irida is putting me together with compassion was adding to the bad reputation of the zodiac, but it didn't matter to the zodiac.

In fact, because there must have been about half that aspect.

It was that day too.

Elida and the two collectors were searching the association for a request.

It was also time for Elida's 'duty to patrol the country' to move to the next one. The collectors haven't noticed, but because there were collectors more familiar with the Allerduria Mountains than their own gardens, Irida was able to make high-level requests so quickly to end this country's 'duty to patrol the country'.

I was never as mercifully organized as my surroundings and collectors thought.

One or two more, if you finish the request, Elida will go to the next country, which the collector was also aware of.

"Six Tumors Buffalo (Gorshazo), or is it that time of year?"

Zao Man, huh? and see Irida.

"Oh, this six-tump buffalo (Gorshazo) guy crosses the continent in search of grass, but at this time of year, he's going to have kids in the wilderness there like there's only travoc. You don't have to hunt travoc once a month this time of year, because they'll eat you."

"Heh."

"No, you have a little info too... oh well, can't this village then"

"Well, come on. So, did you make this request?

Irida laughs more bitterly at the floating collector.

"Not the two of us. What's so big about it, dude?"

"- Can I have a word?

It was an unfortunate, lucky coincidence.

It's like being unemployed, returning to the local area, and encountering a former classmate back home from work at the nearest supermarket, by accident.

It was such an unfortunate coincidence for the collector.

But that didn't seem to happen to them, and they started talking to neighboring Irida in a way that they didn't notice the collector at all.

The matter was a lucky coincidence for the collector.

"It's Mr. Elida Bergin, isn't it? If you want to take that request, why don't you join us?

The fluffy brunette curly hair reacted with Piong, and her attentive eyesight sparkled as though she were grateful.

"Suddenly. Name about it."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I met Mr. Bergin, and I was impressed. Erica Kiritani, six stars (Bertigaba). Call me Erica."

He looked Japanese and bowed his head in a peck.

Yes, he is Japanese, or brave.

The brave man who named himself Erica doesn't seem to remember, for example, the face of the collector who was the clerk, nor does he seem to have reacted at all.

"Right, Elida Bergin, four stars. Elida is fine. So, at that request, isn't your rank short of stars?

"No, I'm a member of Dawn Wings. The leader is a single star."

Erica to proud of.

"Well, I don't know what a star is. Then I think I've got a name."

"It's just been this time, hasn't it? Heh heh heh, because I've been one star (rigselp) in a year. His name is Hayato Ichihara."

All this time, the collector also reacted slightly, but there is still no way the other person noticed. It would be the type not seen in the eyes of a clerk or the like.

"I see. But we have ten stars over here. Is that okay?

Erica now seemed to realize for the first time the presence of the treasurer who was behind Elida, and after a slight strangulation, she began to look at the treasurer with tight eyes.

"Why are ten stars (Luterella) paired with four stars (Gabodrazze) Irida? The rules of the club recommended a party of up to two stars back and forth."

"That's an implicit rule. Besides, I didn't sign up for a party. If that's what you mean, why don't you?

"Hehe, we're fine. It's a community of destiny."

I thought I was staring at the treasurer, and now I laugh. A woman named Erica seems a lot more in the mood.

A collector pinches his mouth there.

"Sorry, I remembered the emergency. I don't think I can make a request."

So I just glanced at Irida for a moment, and just after the association.

"You were a parasite, weren't you? No, Mr. Irida is beautiful."

That's what Erica said and kept talking to Perla.

Elida was staring at the swing door where the collector left and swayed.

"Ah, Mr. Hayato, it's too late ~"

A while after Elida grabbed Erica, she called the man who came into the association with a sweet voice, like Erica was angry.

The man, called Hayato, is dressed in smooth shiny black leather armor, with two long swords on his back. He hung two clumps of unstructured iron on a leather belt around his waist.

A man who doesn't even answer Erica's voice gets closer and clearer with his face.

There was a refreshingly cut dark hair, strong black eyes, a single thick nail mark on the cheek, and a face that would still be a teenager with no light and dangers.

Elida realizes that the face of the collector and Hayato is similar. I feel like Erica is similar when I think about it. I don't know why, even if I think this is the reason the collector took his seat off.

The next time the collector comes down, I'll ask him, and Elida decides to be in this country for a while longer.

Something bothered me.

"Don't call me that out loud. So, did you decide to ask?"

It looks great, then it is a calm voice. There is no enlarged grandeur like Saul.

"I thought I'd make this request. So I asked her to join us."

Hayato glances at the request form of Hexatumor Buffalo (Gorshazo) and then turns to Irida.

"It's Hayato Ichihara. It's an honor to be able to make a request with the famous Elida Bergin."

Attitude and courtesy are right, but the tone doesn't change.

That was the man who was strangely into it.