Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

The next morning, when the morning sun could not rise, the Orphea came to teach me the magic of promise.

The sleepy collector, who was awake late at night, asked Aufia how she had studied magic, and when she was thrown away she said she had studied magic books brought with her food, and Aufia had asked me to show her that magic book.

When the collector showed the book, he was stroking the cover saying he missed Aufia.

"The first edition will soon be revised, and there are few existing first editions."

The treasurer shakes off his drowsiness, while he speaks his doubts.

"Why is there an immediate revision in the first edition? It's not like it's a duplicate, is it? It's not that easy to make a book."

The tone of the collector remained intact from that night.

Orphea looks unusual and embarrassed.

"... About 150 years ago, with the creation of a school, I was asked to create this book, but at the time I was bloody excited and a little too much was done. Because of this, the author has been removed from revisions since the first edition...... embarrassing"

"Too much?

"Some theories and techniques were unpublished at the time, from the theory of the basic composition of autonomous magic to the theory of the foundation construction of magic tools, the iroha of spiritual magic, the relationship between life essence magic and body structure, the theory of wizard development. It was still just after the World War at the time, so it was immediately revised in protests by royalty and nobility with secret magic and, even if only slightly, elves who feared spiritual magic techniques would spill. Few books were made themselves, which meant they were too stubborn and elusive to treat them as forbidden, but mostly all to sleep in a national warehouse. … I wasn't able to see around, I was young"

"Young..."

"Oh, I don't mean age for women... I just want to say that the elves don't care so much about age because they have a life expectancy of over five hundred years. By the way, I'm 450. Oh, I'm totally a grandma."

That's how I looked at the cover of the magic book.

The longest human life expectancy in Ellipse is 150 years, the elves are more than 500 years, according to the pedigree, but the beasts are 80-160 years, the giant species is more than 160 years, the earth race is a little special and not immortal, but life expectancy does not exist.

"From the second edition, the name Ellipse Magic Book (Magi Corpes) changed.... Ellipse Magic Daiichi (Magi Corpez), it's been a long time since you've seen this name. But when you look at this, and you study... you are also concerned about where it came from, is this the study"

That alone shows that the intellectual level of the collector is aristocratic or royal class. It takes so much comprehension to start magic with this book.

But Aufia stopped exploring the origins of the treasurer.

This young man lives here. Isn't that okay?

"So he roughly understands the foundation-building theory of parallel activation, supply maintenance, and autonomous magic?

"For once if that's what it says there. There was only time. I gave up magic equipment because I don't have tools."

If you have tried only to understand one book since it was dumped in the mountains, it may be possible to master magic with this book.

Aufia continues the conversation, still thinking it's amazing.

"So are you sure you don't know the original?

Orphea was speaking on the assumption that the humans who were caged in the mountains would not have the opportunity to hold the original (Origin), which is mostly hidden.

Even if the theory of building an autonomous magic foundation is found, it is not possible to create an original. Ellipse Magic The Great only covers the common compositions and elements of autonomous magic, its features, and the simple autonomous magic that is published.

Creating a new dictionary (Origin) required enormous trial and error and, more importantly, 'coincidence'.

'Misleading the world' was not that easy.

"No, there is the original (Origin) of 'Magic Arrow'"

So I couldn't help but be surprised to hear that.

"... that too, with this book?

"No, this was taught to me by an old nobleman"

The Original Book of the Treasurer (Origin), which is the autonomous magic of dealing with Baron Potapenko.

"Is it an arrow of magic, isn't it user-friendly for hunters? You met a good nobleman."

The collector laughs bitterly. In many ways.

"No, this isn't what it is."

"Magic Arrow" is activated by a magic activator, chant, and magic medium and flies toward the object.

However, there is only one arrow you can keep out.

It's not at all useless, but if this is all it is, it may be inferior, as opposed to the "magic arrows" or anything else in the general purpose magic fixtures sold by the association.

"Well, that's unusual again, in a way."

There is certainly something different about it than a general purpose magic tool.

Modeling was possible to tease to some extent if it was the size that falls within the average arrow range used by the race.

Does it mean that, instead of requiring a magic supply once activated, an arrow of magic will continue to exist if the magic supply is not interrupted, in addition to the autonomous magic features that will make magic impossible to maintain if destroyed?

"Well, that's certainly subtle for hunters, you just have to take an arrow"

Thinking about having to take a magic medium doesn't take that much effort. The magic medium of "Arrow of Magic" was a chopstick-shaped animal magic substance, and the possessor was grinding and using the bones of the warcraft hunted by the parent warcraft.

"Well, anyway, if you've ever used the original (Origin) before, it wouldn't be a problem to use it as long as you know the magic formula. So, as an apology, what else would you like to do for the magic ceremony of Phantom?

A collector puts his hand on his chin, but immediately suggests three.

"... there is just no 'suicide bombing'. I can't do that at the moment because the resistance of life essence jumps to the extreme. More than such noisy magic, fashionable flashy guys and bastard lovers -"

――

"... you choose the shady one." Barriers "is natural, but" Magic Poison, "and" Magic Liberation. "All but 'barriers' have conditions, such as the opponent having to be on top of the magic team. Are you sure?

The collector nodded without showing a trace of hesitation.

Aufia sighed uncommonly loud. He seems to have aged all at once.

"I'll tell you because it's a promise, but never abuse it. And don't tell anyone. Think of this as the promise you made to me yesterday."

That's how Orphea gives her pinkie finger to the keeper.

"I asked Mr. Acari. If you let your pinkies and pinkies put together and break what you promised, you can beat them 10,000 times and give them a thousand needles to drink. And when I had to break my promise, I said I'd apologize for dying, so forgive me."

The collector dabs his finger as he heartily wonders what the hell he's teaching.

If the other person asks for more than he asks, he should respond.

Then the white, thin pinky finger and the hardened pinky finger combine.

"If you're lying to me, I'll give you a thousand needles, if you die, I'll cut your finger."

exotic language, yet Aufia chants as she sings, releasing her fingers.

Orfia laughed nicely, let's do it, and taught the keeper magic.

The absence of the Great Thorn Spider (Athrabasik) even temporarily reduced the time to travel to and from the Allerduria Mountains at once.

Maxime, who left before noon yesterday, arrived the next evening, so it must be quite something.

He was naked in his upper body and raised hot air from his body, but said he would return to the village as soon as he left his luggage. They say no new individuals have entered the territory of the crusading Great Thorn Spider (Athrabasik).

Maxeem approached the collector who had been moistened by the orpheus in front of the cave when he handed his bags to Deantia and the other women.

"... it's a toy."

"... leave me alone"

"Well, people don't like toys. I was surprised how clever you were. Even the elves don't want to be inert and do this annoying training, but they've just tried to figure out how far the race can go on its own."

The collector had completed the teaching of autonomous magic and was training in orphia and spiritual magic.

Rotate a fist-sized water polo over your head, make a sword with ice on your left shoulder, and generate a small tornado on your right shoulder. Plus let the blue flame dance right next to the toe of your right foot, and in its opposite direction, lightning like static electricity pounds. On the back in the sunset, the light sperm rushed around, a small shadow lingered in the shadow of the opposite chest, and the large shadowy ground of the treasurer protruded to make it even boiling.

"I'm really going to be aware of your hands. Spirit magic is done by the Spirit as long as it conveys' will ', so you don't need to be aware of your hands at all. It's race that relies unconsciously on sight and hands."

So Aufia smiled joyfully.

Maxime lowers the load behind her, whining that you're doing something with your head hanging on.

"I've kept it from Elida Bergin"

That's how Maxime keeps dark grey leather armor out of the way of the collector.

But a collector who sees it like he doesn't know it.

"Oh, come on, that's the leather armor from the big, curly lizard, huh? He said he'd know if Elida gave it to him."

I am convinced that the collector will be.

It was what I asked Elida to do after one day's request.

"... I didn't pay for it"

"I paid for that. Well, it's an apology for breaking my promise. So, this is what I'm going to do."

Thus, next to the leather armor of the winding angle large lizard (Barobasiri), he placed a hand armor of the same colour.

"It's a traditional glove of the giant species."

"... gloves?

"Well, this is it. It's hard to see, isn't it?

That's how Orphea stares intriguingly at his armor.

"Made of special metal and the skin of a warcraft, well, it's iron gloves if it's easy."

Aufia looks stunned and connects the story.

"You've had a good year and that nasty spot doesn't seem to be fixed. These gloves are called 'Giant Gloves' of other races, and when passed through magic, they become hard as iron, and then fingers are rare to move smoothly. Even the giant species, who are not good at handling magic, can use it with such subtle magic that it can pass through magic. Nevertheless, when did you prepare this kind of thing, it wouldn't be like having it lined up in a store"

"Well, run a little inside"

"Run... you're the same"

Maxeem looks at the arms of the treasurer.

"That forearm, it's a race, and you're working it out, so it's just fine. It's not a fortification anymore, but because few races work out the flesh itself to the extreme, even if it's used by a normal guy, it's just a stiff armor. You'd be different, wouldn't you?

Maxim moves his gaze from the forearm to the hardened fingertips of the collector.

"Bye."

That's how Maxime left.

"I care. It's a troublesome, forceful giant species. Please forgive me."

The zodiac keeps his spiritual magic pounding and crushing.

"If I don't die in this mountain, I forgive you. If I don't die, I'd rather be grateful, but it won't be enough."

So, he lost consciousness, and the treasurer fell.

The collector passed out, the next morning.

Snow and white blocked meatballs step on the face of the pepper and the zodiac.

The keeper was awake, but he tries to sleep twice.

Then the meatballs gradually gain momentum.

Keep stepping from the petapetta, the pompom, and the face of Bessivesi and the collector.

"Gu"

Still, I saw the collector forcing me to pretend to sleep, and unfortunately I couldn't confirm with the collector who had his eyes closed whether there was only blue muscle on Snow White's face, but the anger is immediately and physically understandable.

Facial markaziri.

The collector can't even get up, making his hands and feet bulge.

Was it depressing, and Snow White carried the treasurer away, sloppily.

And a keeper who can throw pay-as-you-go outside.

I felt the scent of grass, the scent of earth, the limp wind in the morning that had not been heated by the sun, and opened my eyes.

The morning was terribly dazzling.

After Snow White woke me up, the collector, who was ready to go hunting again, went out and walked for a while and saw the little shield on his arm, and Orphea called out.

"Where did you get that little shield? Though purified by the Holy Spirit seems complete."

Aufia's voice belonged to the strict chief.

The keeper, who forgot the monster (monster) itself, tells the orpheus about one of the Ice Warrior monsters (monster).

Aufia, listening to the talk, leans down and thinks.

He hasn't seen a monster (monster) in the mountains since, but the swarm outbreak in that period is more behind the mountains if it's ice based.

Then is it a coincidence during the snowmelt period?

It has been over 90 days since the outbreak, is it too much to think about?

Though I think so, I increase the sin of the Branch Manager by one.

Association rules, reports of monster (monster) outbreaks, for no reason whatsoever, shall be immediately transferred to the investigation.

For failing to do so.

When Aufia looks up like nothing and smiles as usual, she explains to the collector who seems to know nothing about the little shield.

"That little shield can create an ice shield on the stretch of the little shield. And the ice sperms around us are gathering up to play with, so you'll be able to considerably reduce the magic consumption of shield generation."

"Well, so is the clam stick."

"Well, did you even leave a stick? Then you have to teach Akali."

"What, you see ice sperm?

Aufia laughs, "No way.

"Somehow it's to the point where I can feel the Spirit there. Elves will know most of it."

Sorry to hold you back, she'll be waiting, and Orfia turns her gaze to the slope.

At the end of Aufia's gaze, Snow White was quickly waiting.

When the Collector and Snow White returned from the hunt, Maxime was back again and seemed to be talking about something with the Orpheus.

The collector has no particular errands, so he went straight to the cave and began the training he had me orphilize yesterday.

Stun again, the next day.

They say the Aufia is going down to the village.

The referee hasn't arrived yet, but says he's ready.

Diantia, the other nine remained as escorts to Akali, and only Maxime and Aufia went down the mountain.

Allie and the rest of the women hadn't been back in the mountains since they got down.

Before Aufia left, she smiled as usual and said:

"I will show Hell exactly to the fool who is sitting on the seat of power and mistaken"

Only the voice was a strict female chief.