Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

Sand-hardened shells, large balls collecting sea water and large chunks compressing the wind burst into the dirt wall, which instantly became debris.

It's not a "simultaneous exercise," an attack that just focuses on various spiritual magic lines.

But no matter how the collector and the snow and white compressed and frozen the sand and soil, they could not withstand the intensive attack of intermediate spiritual magic, which accumulated enough image and magic.

The classification of spiritual magic is not so strict.

The tricks of first-degree magic, second-degree magic, and third-degree magic were legal classifications, unlike those of spiritual magic.

For educational convenience, spiritual magic books do not have "shapes" in the original spiritual magic of something where basic "shapes" like "wind masses" or "piles of earth". Because magic can be exercised as long as it conveys a clear image to the Spirit and gives it magic. But that made classification difficult.

The magic of life to the extent of lights and drinking water is an initial and not classified,

Primary Spirit Magic for small-scale magic with the subject as one.

Medium-sized magic with multiple subjects. Intermediate Spirit magic.

Advanced Spirit Magic for a massive amount of magic with more than a dozen subjects.

And it was divided into the finest magic aimed at the indiscriminate mass annihilation of hundreds or more subjects, which could be exercised if special conditions were met.

Quite a mess, but this degree of classification was the limit beyond the inability to quantify magic and power and not knowing how the Spirit calculates the image and transmission efficiency to demand magic.

First degree magic, second degree magic, and third degree magic tricks are only legal classifications, distinguished by killing and non-killing, and this trick may not even allow the exercise of primary magic throughout the city.

The fine sand, the remnants of the earth's elite magic, was floating like smoke in front of the collectors, but soon became swamped by pouring rain.

Shortly after the dirt wall was crushed, Snow White was flying out of the scene. The collector had asked me in advance to capture the person responsible in this situation.

Yobi was also at the same time as Snow White, jumping up over the head of the possessor, wrapping darkness around the branches and killing his breath.

Everything is exactly as we've shown it.

You finally see the collector who withstood the intensive fire, and elementary magic such as rain-based flying needles, small pieces of air, and sand piles arrive at the collector.

I'm glad it rains all around me, no moon, and it's called darkness.

The darkness conceals the location of the raiders, and the various kinds of sand and rain, large and small, fall into the invisible magic of where they come from, but have not reached the collectors since earlier.

With a demon gun on his right hand and a magic book on his left, the collector gently went out to the beach.

If I stared, the clear ice sphere walls were holding back spiritual magic so as to cover the collector. Even if we could break through the ice ball wall, there is an autonomous magic barrier inside the ice.

It was a sudden occurrence, but the defense had been able to deploy well enough.

It was aggressive but well done, the Zao was sensibly receiving sensory information from the Dark Fairy with such emotion in the magic of flying in.

Ten light points floated in the back of my brain on a black monochrome map with no specific scale known.

Regardless of the Dark Fairy, all the sensations of the Spirit were like this.

There is no way the Spirit knows the Metric or Yard method, and people can only feel for what the Spirit informs them. Furthermore, the Spirit did not recognise people or species in detail, and it was the same way that a person could not discern flies of the same species, all of which could only be recognised as human-type life forms.

It is rarer to hit a spiritual magic in such a state if it is used to attack.

If the sensed Spirit and the attacking Spirit are of a different kind, the Spirit loses its target, reducing its hitting power, and may further induce a friendly fire, on top of which it consumes more magic than usual, and also decreases its magic power.

As an exception, if you attack information sensed in a Spirit with a Spirit of the same kind as that Spirit, your hitting power will not decrease, but in that case you will also consume magic the further away you are from the subject, and your magic power will decrease.

In the first place, the Dark Elves used by the Collector had no ability to attack.

Then I wish I could sense it with wind sperm or earth sperm, but the sensing range is also narrow for collectors who are not compatible with wind sperm, which further reduces image transmission and magic efficiency. The earth sperm had no compatibility problems, but it does not lead to dark sperm magic, the determinant of the treasurer. This can also be a wind sperm.

This means that you have to check the target firmly with one of your own five senses, and for the collector, the status quo has no hands or feet, except to defend it.

But there was nothing wrong with that for the collector.

The collector opened the magic book he had, and secretly, unfolded one after the other, dark elf magic, autonomous magic, in a pitch-black darkness, while maintaining the iceball wall.

The raiders were in a hurry.

It was supposed to be an easy job like the beginning and end of the hunters of Bat Beast Race (Tammai) and Eight Stars (Combasila). I even thought this would be a cheap thing if my debt disappeared.

But they were able to withstand the intermediate magic concentrated fire they had accumulated in their stockpiles.

On top of that, the Northerners, who for some reason walked out on the beach alone, used ice sperm that should not exist here as a wall, and no matter how many sand arrows, rain arrows, or wind masses they shot in, they wouldn't freak out.

I regretted not being able to use the fire sperm. It was difficult to get the kind of firepower that would break that ice wall in the rain, which could be considered heavy rainfall, even if it was a fire elf that could easily pass through the ice.

It was a slightly unusual defensive ability when it comes to ice elves who excel in defensive abilities alongside earth elves in spiritual magic.

The Northerners stop their feet.

The raider, a beast race, had a clear view of it even on a rainy dark night.

If spiritual magic doesn't work, it won't work until you open it.

Small, signal to whisper.

This was enough between the beast races.

Increases body strength and kicks sand.

But they take their feet off the sand just a few steps away from the spherical ice.

The sand was muddy and flowing slowly.

When I look at the other guys, they're all taking their legs off.

But all we have to do is push it through with force. If I knew scaffolding was something like this, I'd never be taken off my feet again.

Slap an axe on the ice as you kick the mud in.

The axe pierced the ice.

But only five people, including myself, were able to do so.

Looking around, there were four people who were somehow unconscious and one who was shattered in the head and out of business.

What happened.

Still, the five-man blow should have passed.

When you look at it, the axe only goes into the ice that repairs it.

Pull it through to power and slap it again.

Unexpectedly, my vision stains pitch black. But the ice is right in front of you. There is no need to scatter with light magic.

All you have to do is slap it at your disposal.

But no matter how many times I broke it, the ice seemed to be repairing. Neither does the penetrating axe reach the Northerners by the invisible barriers deployed behind the ice.

If you listen, you hear nothing but the sound of rain. I was the only one attacking the ice.

I had no idea what was going on.

Three times inadvertently, you hear the sound of air bursting, conveying the feeling that the life sperm barrier is broken through.

- Almost at the same time, a blunt blow to the belly.

The blow was crude, but it also penetrated leather armor and reinforced muscles, and it had the power to blow the body from belly to belly.

But the Raiders step on their bodies, which they are likely to take.

Something stood on the wound with only one there, without the madness of the dimensions.

There was little interval between a blow and something, and there was no time to avoid it.

The moment of stabbing, a paralysis ran all over my body, and I realized it was sensibly magical poison, but even as I resisted, the magic was exhausting the bottom with the first intermediate spiritual magic and the subsequent spiritual magic, plus enhancement.

Different story.

Which 'Eight Star (Combasila)' race uses an unusual defensive ability in the darkness of a rainy night with no vision, using ice sperm in a place without ice sperm, and using an attack that you may not be good at, while using magic poison?

But I didn't even have time to curse the world, and my consciousness fell into the darkness.

The collector retreated all the raiders, but was prepared in case.

Snow White hasn't even returned, and not necessarily without a guy like the assassin of Hayat's party who isn't caught up in his own senses.

But the collector wasn't the only one who could afford it, but he felt like this time the raiders weren't so army.

While I was desperately exercising magic in preparation for when I would be broken through all my shields, I was able to control them without being broken through all my defenses. The possessor, who always assumes the brave, also applied the power of the brave to the raiders, which may have made the raiders feel weak.

I assumed a brave class, so I also made it the biggest I could prepare.

I chose a place where Snow White could 'have fun' camping. It was like avoiding a riot fight in the jungle, thinking about a keeper unfamiliar with the jungle. Behind and beside is a depressed jungle with hard to secure rays, which looks the easiest to attack from the front sandy beach.

It was also from the direction of the beach that there was actually a major attack that actually destroyed the freeze-earth hut.

On the jungle side, there was also a defensive wall, a freezing soil hut, along which a small pile of soil, made by soil magic, was lined with a narrow line of "Thousand Weird Poisons (Eisibdig)".

Overhead is stretched with the yarn of the Great Spider (Athrabasik), and overhead raiders are caught up in it.

The actual raiders weren't jungles, but, as Snow White thought, they all came from the sandy beach.

He will blunt the manoeuvre of the Raiders with the flowing muddy sand that uses the sea water and rain, and he will catch his feet with even more muddy hands where the Raiders will notice the flowing muddy sand and try to break through vigorously.

Then the mobility dropped brilliantly.

The muddy sand flow zone is also an autonomous magic range. If the collector was at this distance, even if he could not see it, it was possible to deploy the Shadow Magic Formation over the head of the Raider, using the sensation of Dark Elf Magic.

While expanding the Shadow Magic Formation, the Zodiac unleashes a Dark Blind on the Raiders.

Then the darkness of the night swayed like smoke, covering the sight of the raider.

"Dark Blind" is a darkness that doesn't even work at night in the Beast race, and is just dark elf magic that covers the eyes of enemies. By day they are naturally paid by the sun's light, and they can easily be paid by night or by the light magic of the less aptitude beast race.

But I had to use light magic.

It was determined that four raiders using light magic in an attempt to pay off the darkness fainted one after the other in "Magic Liberation (Raisdom)". Because "Magic Liberation (Raisdom)" can only be released one person at a time, it was creating time by releasing muddy sand, muddy hands, and "Dark Blinds" one after the other.

In the meantime, Yobi was also checking the location of the raiders in echo positioning, twisting the planet from overhead. Planet Mace and the claw-piercing axe hammer were dripping off their feet, turning two spheres in the air with a flexible body, crushing the barrier with one blow, and crushing their heads with the second blow of time difference.

Heavy rain sounds concealed the faint wings and the rotating sounds of the planet from the raiders.

Rain noise also affects echo positioning, but in a short time Yobi, trained to be aware of the characteristics of the species, was able to be fully prepared for attack in the time created by the collectors.

All you have to do is repeat it.

But only one, oddly enough, had a raider.

Neither the mud sand nor the mud hands were drawn to power to bitterness, nor to pay darkness with light magic if they were not good at it. I had no choice but to use the triple demon gun and the contents of the sachet that Gorvald asked me to make.

I used three pointed, hard metal bullets at the tip.

The three bullets continuously released from the demon gun due to the difference between moments smashed the life line barrier and decided on the raider's flesh. The unexpected was that the bullet that determined the raider's meat did not penetrate the fortified muscle.

And the "Magic Arrow", which conferred the "Thousand Weird Poisons (Eisibdig)" that I had prepared and placed there, was released without dimensional madness to the raider's wound.

Iron bullets would kill the bullet's replenishment speed, an advantage of demon guns, but the advantage was that iron bullets fired by spiritual magic would only be interfered with physical barriers. I can see that the triple demon gun was medium foldable in the first place and probably the producer Hayato assumed another warhead as well.

It was a casual imagination of a collector, but presumably this demon gun was one of the decision-makers against an ineffective brave man. The first two shots fired at a slight time difference break through the physical barrier, deciding the brave with the rest of the shot. The collector secretly called this triple demon gun the "Brave Killer".

Yobi descends from the sky and tells him that there are no raiders.

Yobi's main office was in scouts and ambushes, which the collectors saw as being in night warfare too. He has much tougher physical abilities compared to race, uses dark elf magic, flies through the sky without sound, and enemies in echo positioning. Perhaps echo positioning can also be used in the water. If you are proficient, you become a good scout. The Seeker was the wrong choice.

The collector finally unravels the ice ball wall to Yobi's report.

And gathered the raiders rolling in the muddy sand around with the yobi.

There were two bodies and eight comators.

But for the treasurer, both the corpse and the survivor were already 'things'.

I put my life and the lives of others on the scale, and the balance just leaned on my life.

He is a raw man who persevered until he crossed with the brave. I felt pity for the raiders, and I couldn't just activate your manhood and die.

Yes, I decided to cut it off.

While wondering if Snow White could finish the interrogation by the time he returned, the collector awakens one person at a time with a magic poison with severe pain and begins the interrogation. Forget this, it failed to serve the purpose of Yobi.

You can let Yobi do it, but the collector thought it would be quicker to do it himself.

The raiders were already 'things' to the collectors. I didn't see it as a person, so I made progress with the interrogation.

After the interrogation, the interrogation ended earlier than Snow White left. Though two corpses were to be added to eight more.

All the raiders were slaves.

A slave who was ordered to raid precisely and freed from being carried out by the owner.

But he was also a native slave class.

Until before the rise of spiritual magic, this country had a class of kings, squires, squires, people and slaves at birth, and there were other priests and guests who did not fall into the ranks.

After the magical revolution and the World War, the class system was abolished, but there was still a deep-rooted sense of class among the Lattana Kingdoms.

The native slave-class humans didn't even have a last name, they only put it in a determined position that everyone - whores or slaves, beggars, impure handlers, etc. - hated. Its class consciousness turned as long as even the old adventurer, Hunter, Explorer and Mercenary, was in the Kingdom of Rattana.

Its native slave class is barbed in debt and released on condition of the fulfilment of its orders.

Even if they were released, the ranks would not disappear, but they still had to obey their employers to cancel their debts.

Of course, incitement to murder is illegal, but I don't even know if telling it to the official constitution would kill all of my family by my employer or if the official constitution would take the words of the slave class into account in the first place. If you fail to carry out your orders and run back, your family and yourself will be in terrible sight, or many will be killed. Even if you flee the country, your family will be killed.

As long as they lived, the only way to live was to kill the treasurer.

Then the Zodiac will have to kill them.

Let them escape and they'll attack again. You could be hit somewhere unintentionally, someone could be taken hostage. Maybe I can put some wet clothes on.

I couldn't let him get away with it.

The collectors don't trust this country. Hence there was no option to stick it out to the government constitution. If I, a Northerner with no shards of ethics that took my wife, stick them out to the government constitution as raiders, albeit slave-class liberation slaves, I could be dressed in wet clothes on the contrary.

The fact never comes to light where you killed them outside the city of Warcraft. Unlike the brave, they had no background in protecting them. That's why I made the choice to kill the collector as well. I had to take it more than that.

There is no great power in the treasurer to help them.

Ordinary.

Hayato might have helped, but the collector couldn't.

So I had no choice but to kill him.

Besides, I urged them not to just stick to the government constitution. You can't even run away. Then kill me. Except for the success of the order. If there was a way, it was to return the order by failing.

Therefore, each of the collectors eliminated the pain with paralysis poison, and then strangled him.

I overlaid myself and sympathized with those who were born and 'packed' only a little.

Those who had to live more harsh raw than the treasurers did not curse the act of eliminating pain as hypocrisy. He meditated with an immobile body and embraced his destiny.

I was prepared and so forth.

When Erica and Ku, the brave men, were held hostage, the zodiac was going to kill the worst. I was going to blow myself up and join them.

But the feeling of the neck was still in my hand.

I don't think I should have stuck my neck in it.

I certainly didn't expect this to happen when I bought the yobi, but I don't think I should have bought it. That's when Yobi was just dead.

The feeling in his hands seemed to be telling the collector that the raider was indeed a 'thing' but not a 'person' anymore.

Heavy pounding rain washed away the raider's blood, which adhered to the collector. The zodiac stood up on the beach beaten by the rain.

Yobi stared at the whole thing that the collector would do. There's no stopping it, there's no blaming it.

I killed myself, and I don't want to be a better person now.

Because even if I sold my soul to the demon, the truth wanted to know.

He stood up in the rain like a collector finishing his interrogation and slapping them all as they did when he finished killing them.

Yobi, who knew nothing about the treasurer, could not measure his heart.

He interrogated, tortured and killed pale as if he were pale as The Question of the Dead, Kwansark Tamoom, with no emotions.

After death, it was believed in the Kingdom of Rattana that there was the "Kwansark Tamum" of Death Question, which confessed sin while the existence of Death was alive.

It was so heterogeneous that it seemed so.

But the figure of a treasurer standing in front of a pitch-black sea without light on a sandy beach also seemed like an ordinary man everywhere losing his place after wandering.

Yobi could only stare at that figure.

Snow White turned a bigger man than he thought and stepped down to the beach.

Snow white rolling onto the sandy beach when it looks like prey. I'm proud of you anyway. It is also satisfactory.

It was the bird race in leather armor that rolled onto the beach. Previously, he was a young man of the peacock-based bird race who had been most stuck with the collectors in the inn.

One wing was unbroken and chewed a thousand times, and his complexion was blue.

It would be Snow White's fault. I guess I realized what I was complaining about with my eyes that I would eat him up one day or another. That's why he was proud and satisfied.

The collector looks down at a young man of the peacock-based bird race rolled down on the beach.

The collector had guessed that he would be a watchman.

It was only conceivable that the liberating slaves would have carried out their orders firmly or monitored them. Looking where Snow White took time to capture, I guess he was a long way off. I didn't even think the snow white struggled.

"- Ki, Sagu!

A young man of the Peacock-based bird race, who confirmed the collector, tries to jump at the collector as he screams, but is trampled from behind by snow and white with his forefoot and buried in the face on the sandy beach.

As a precaution, the laissez-faire depletes his magic by applying 'Magic Liberation (Raisdom)' to a young man of the peacock-based bird race, protruding on a single wing left with a demolition knife that conferred 'Thousand Weird Poisons (Eisibdig)', forcing the young man to awaken with a poison with severe pain. It was a dangerous act to restore consciousness in a situation where the magic power had barely recovered either, but to the collector he was no longer but a 'thing'.

One gate of the Rwandan family was completely hostile to itself. Therefore, for the collectors, one gate of the Rwandan family became 'things'.

I don't need love for 'things'.

With a demolition knife standing on one wing, the young man of the peacock-based bird race, who regained consciousness while crawling, still eats at the collector.

"You know what you're doing!

"What... oh, you haven't seen it"

The collector slams the place and shows the pile of bodies behind him.

The young man of the peacock-based bird race was stunned to keep his eyes open, but stopped saying anything more and remained silent.

"On whose orders did you do this?

"I don't know. I was just flying. That was suddenly attacked by this warcraft. Don't think you could just do this to me, huh?

Young men of the peacock-based bird race stare at the treasurer.

Yobi asks the man from beside it.

"These raiders said. The Rwandans ordered us to be killed."

"Ha, I can do anything with a corpse. Don't pinch your mouth for every Bat Beast race."

"I heard that two slaves who used to be, were freed. The robber who killed my child is also a pair. Didn't the Lewan family attack us?

……

Young men of the peacock bird race don't try to answer, as they say it's dirty to talk.

"Fuck, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

A collector twists a knife pierced by a single wing and then messes with the magic poison inside. in the direction of severe pain.

"Answer what you're asked."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Twist even more before you talk, and mess with the magic poison. As long as the collector was touching the knife, the poison changed as well.

"It's a long night, but it'll help if you talk to me as soon as possible"

The collector asks pale.

One more body.

But it was more or less clear.

The robber who attacked Yobi's parents and children and killed Yobi's children was a liberating slave to the Rwandan family.

The young man of the peacock-based bird race said he was monitoring it as well.

But the liberating slave had also already been buried by the Rwandan family. The evidence was obliterated. Young men of the peacock bird race do not prove it. Because if you stick it out to the government constitution, you don't know what to say.

And Navar, Yobi's ex-husband, didn't participate in the raid, but he knew the raid itself. Igshidehaan told me to stay away from the house and that I had received a small sum of money and went to the casino.

"You mothers and children were dumped by Navar. When it comes to the Bat Beast race (Tammai), it's natural."

A young man of the peacock bird race laughed as he crawled, but Yobi didn't deal with him.

A lot of light vomiting, but maybe this is the lower end of a fallen honorary official who hasn't been around for over a hundred years. I also have less power to make it move, and all I have to protect is my face and my pride.

What we have now done to the collectors was a range of harassment, except to send raiders.

After throwing up everything, Yobi killed a young man of the peacock bird race.

Shortly after stopping, Yobi smashed the head of the peacock-based bird race with a planetary mace.

Which way, I had to kill him.

The collector and yobi burned the raider's clothes, gathered their weapons, and the bodies were thrown into the sea. By the time the morning sun rises, it should be boned and rolling to the bottom of the ocean. The remaining weapons were destroyed until the prototype was unknown and buried deep into the ground of the jungle using earth sperm.

Originally, things outside the city would all be the work of the Warcraft without clear evidence, but they're the ones who don't know what they're going to do. The collector decided that it was better to erase the trace of being here itself.

Only when, it was raining.

Rain in this country falls hard in the middle of the night, but it stops before nightfall.

Little fire elves like candle fire were floating on the sandy beach at night.

The collector was painting on a sandy beach a long way from where the battle had taken place.

I couldn't sleep.

I felt like if I painted, my mind would settle while I was high.

It was white, black and gray, depicting the ocean and the island at night spreading in front of it.

Zhu Yue, glancing from the clouds, was lighting the small island lightly.

I was drawing that.

Snow white and yobi approached from behind.

"... you paint, right? Is it just black and white... mysterious"

That said, I've hardly ever seen a painting, but Yobi smiled faintly.

The collector wanted to paint yobi.

"... stand there"

And the treasurer put the sea on his back, and let the yobi stand.

Yobi also silently obeyed.

Yobi stands against the backdrop of a moonlighted island and a pitch-black sea.

Pinned thin, big ears, stylish silhouette, and a silky look on the head.

The collector draws a lot.

Lay down your body with the back of the collector so that the snow and white peek there.

The zodiac continued to draw, feeling Snow White's body temperature on his back.

As Yobi stood, he asked the collector.

"... why are you working with me"

They bought it themselves saying they wanted to know the truth, but Yobi couldn't think of a reason for the collectors to get this far. I was wondering if wanting a slave who would never betray me was not enough as a reason.

Without stopping the brush, the collector answered.

"Knowing the truth, I wanted to know what you'd do and how you'd end up."

"... don't deny vengeance," he said?

No matter how much the beast race admired the mighty, it was already hard to say what a good time it was for private revenge to be justified.

Especially the Northerners, the race was strongly inclined to do so. In the north, some countries were emerging to consider a duel ban.

"If you mean revenge, I won't stop you."

……

"No vengeance will arise, no life will return, the dead do not want that. Oh, my God. That's natural. Vengeance is not an act of creating revenge. It's not productive."

Without even looking at Yobi's face, the collector continues.

"Legitimate revenge is a necessary process to get up. It's a muscle to pass through. It is one of the means by which I will continue to live convinced. If you deny it, you can lose it with your fingers around what's important. If there's no hate, it means you can lose it.

I'm not denying forgiveness for anything. I just don't deny you a legitimate vengeance. Forgive me if I'm convinced. "

If you don't have enough power to avenge it, it's jade crushing, but it's also how you use your life again.

I don't think so, but the collector didn't speak of it.

The sky is turning white.

- I'm sorry I let you stand so long.

"No, because I couldn't sleep. I'm looking forward to the painting."

The collector closed the miscellaneous book and deposited his body in the snow and white behind him.

"I'm going to bed. You can do whatever you want."

That said, the collector meditated his eyes.

When the sun rose considerably, in the terrible heat and bitterness, the collector leaves half asleep when he opens the eye lid, letting out the true water with water essence magic and wearing it out of his head.

It was somewhat lukewarm, but I finally woke up completely there.

Then there was no yobi.

Not really, I was preparing a meal with Snow White on the beach.

How long have we been friends?

Snow White was having Yobi cook the big lizard he had hunted from somewhere.

"Good Morning"

The collector returns the yobi a good morning and seasons the food backpack with hard black bread, salt and other seasonings.

"Do you have any tools you need?"

"No, that's all I need"

So he sprinkles salt on the roasted lizard, thinly shredding the meat with a knife that he would have borrowed from the belly of the keeper, and returns the rest to the snow white.

Snow White wears it.

Yobi sliced into the hard black bread he received from the keeper, where he sandwiched the shredded meat and the weed that he would have sourced from the jungle.

"It's simple, though."

The collector receives it and instead passes a cup of cooled water to the kink. There was also cold water in the dirt tarai before the snow and white.

Yobi took it just to say thank you and drank the water looking delicious.

The water dripping from Yobi's mouth to his moist, sweaty neck was oddly smooth.

The collectors, who had finished their meals, headed to the king's capital.

Ex-husband of Yobi, to be exact, was on his way to Navar.