Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

Yobi looked up at a flattering high-floor cabin.

That was the house where Yobi and Navar once lived, and the dead child.

Yobi was born to the parents of the Land Turtle Beast race.

The parents of the Land Turtle Beast race, which was a small village in the countryside as it is everywhere, but was a laid-back species, abandoned the yobi born in separate generations as' Bat Beast Race (Tammai) 'and raised it with love without abuse.

All the inhabitants of the village were also of the Land Turtle Beast race, and they still watched warmly without discriminating against yobi because of their temperament.

As I learned later, the Land Turtle Beast race itself seemed to have been insulted by the bird race and the beast race.

For bird and beast races who respect the strong, arm strength did not prefer every dispute, and the self-assertive, laid-back temperamental land tortoise beast race was prone to stigmatization.

Twelve years of growing up under the parents of the Land Turtle Beast race is a treasure for Yobi, and I can assure you that without these twelve years I would not have believed in people and lived by cursing the world.

Yes, it is only twelve years.

Twelve years after Yobi was born, the village was devastated by monster raids (Explodes).

Yobi happened to survive. I survived.

From then on, I couldn't even hope for a proper way of life.

I managed to reach a big city, but there can't be any relatives or anything. I didn't even know Gushti and had to survive fishing for debris in slums or sneaking up on small animals and fish. I knew that if I was found by those who were territorial there, I would be hurt, so I desperately hid.

I lost my parents before they taught me spiritual magic, so I couldn't use spiritual magic except flying in the sky. I didn't even know my affinity in the first place.

In fifteen he became an Explorer, but the Bat Beast Race (Tammai), Affinity was Darkness, and Wind. Even though it is repelled as a Bat Beast race (Tammai), it was not possible to get a party organized when it would be useless until Spirit Magic, and it was even difficult to eat it with only a small amount of gold that could be earned on shallow floors.

I managed to get paid as the avant-garde of a party that I could arrange for temporarily, that is to say, a good meat wall with a good body, and when it wasn't there, I sometimes did the whore thing to the searcher in the ruins.

Still, I didn't just live the way I took it away from others.

That was what my late parents taught me.

I went on living like that for ten years, but one day I was hired as a meat wall, unluckily abandoned, and hunted down to the point where I couldn't help but escape.

That's when Navar saved me.

He led his own party and swept away a bunch of demons. I could see the nabber flying with its red peacock wings spread out.

Since that day, my life has changed only slightly.

Naver did not do anything tyrannical or unreasonable, although he was a bit of a lofty speaker. He was a middle- and lower-level seven-degree seeker but at a glance from a veteran, doing everything all-rounder, excellent leadership and good care. Primary seekers were sometimes helped or handled like yobi.

Yobi was never in front of the other party members, he was never in the Navar party, but he was hired as a porter, or when Navar was alone, he even dived into the ruins with him.

The Naver did not discriminate.

When she heard that, Naver looked up and just said she didn't want to be like her parents.

He didn't seem to want to talk much.

Then, on his twenty-sixth birthday, he was married for the first time to Naver, and he started dating, and six months later, he married. And I was also given a child.

I was happy.

Other than memories with my parents, I felt happy for the first time.

I didn't even think I needed anything anymore.

But the happiness showed the brokenness with the brave man's complete trampling of the ruins.

Navar couldn't handle the other ruins.

Party members also had to earn and live, moving away from the nabber.

Navar still desperately bowed his head and attended numerous parties, but was eventually turned down from all of them.

And I couldn't, I lost a single wing.

Within just six months everything collapsed. It was a shame.

There was nothing to rely on Yobi, and he couldn't let go of his hands from his milk drinker.

All I could do was watch Nubber lose his wings and fall from the sky.

Yobi was looking up at the run-down house, reflecting on his former happiness like a running lantern.

In just three days, I felt like everything had changed. It also looked like someone else's house.

"... a little, okay?

The collector nodded.

Yobi goes under the house, not the crude wooden ladder that goes up to the house.

There was a pile of crude trees tucked under a dim house.

It was a grave.

Yobi knelt in front of it, hands together.

The collector who was behind me filled the cup, which was in fact made of earth sperm magic, with water, and cut portable food like French bread, which was still there, with a knife, like cookies, and placed it on a plate of dirt, and offered it.

And the collectors join hands.

Yobi faintly bowed his head, silently facing my son's grave.

After a while, Yobi stood up quietly and looked at the collector.

"... thank you"

"Wasn't that extra?

"No, because there was no one else to mourn me. Thank you."

"Right. Let's go, then."

Yobi nodded.

Snow White apparently waited underneath the house, lying in front of the grave to be replaced by yobi.

He lays with his eyes meditating with strange faces, but his long tail was paying off crude wooden piles and dust around his grave.

Yobi also silenced Snow White and left the house to the ladder.

The collector knocks on the door.

There's no one here.

I knocked on the door many times, and there was no response when the collector raised his voice.

Pulling the door like there was no keeper, the door opened lightly.

The collector stuck his neck through the door to check the room and stepped inside.

"If you're here, why don't you give me a reply?"

The room was all rough.

A terrible alcoholic smell of cheap alcohol stuck to my nose.

Sitting in a crude chair, one man was stuck at the table.

I could easily imagine that all I could stretch my hair was cluttered behind me and had an insensitive beard stretched, but he was a brilliant man with a sharp impression in his mid-thirties. He was tall, wearing robe-like clothes worn by envoys of the unacceptable peacock-based bird race that Yobi was to wear, but far worse and dirtier than that.

This man was like a nabber.

"... what, you are"

The man woke up looking like a hundred million bucks, found the treasurer, and the yobi behind him.

"... oh, you've become a slave somewhere. What can I do for you, I don't have any more money. It sucks."

Navar said so as he looked at the collar fitted in Yobi's neck.

The collector opens the place to Yobi and deposits his back on the wall of the house.

Yobi shut up and stared at the nabber.

Various emotions were intricately intertwined and seemed speechless.

"What are you doing here?... Sounds like you hit a lot of good buyers. I was afraid of 100,000 Pammits."

"... Yep, I'm getting it done well"

"Then what does it look like?"

He was a yobi cruising in front of a box he shouldn't have opened, but he decided to open it and came here. If you open it, you can't move on.

"... Do you know who killed Daro?

Yobi asked Navar with a squeezing voice. Daro was referring to his dead son.

"- Oh, I know."

Naver replied lightly besides his thoughts, and Yobi lost his expression.

I wanted to believe it.

I still loved Navar. I believed it.

Listening to the words of the Rwandan family surveillance was incredible. So much so that I heard that word, went upside down, and killed him. But it is also Daro's enemy, he did not regret it.

"What, did you want to know that? If you'd asked, I'd have told you as much as I wanted."

Thus the nabber draws the liquor in a wooden vessel from the liquor pot at his feet and takes a breath.

"- Ugh. My father told me that day. I knew they'd tell me to break up with you anyway, as usual, but I didn't even have the money to buy booze, so I went and did it. But my father rarely gave me a dime and told me not to go home today. That much, I knew what I was going to do. Well, it didn't matter, I took the money and went to the casino and swallowed and crushed it at the tavern on the way home. Well, after that, you know."

A pair of robbers broke into a house with only Yobi and Daro.

Whispering, it was really about the night we were celebrating Daro's birthday whispering.

Yobi was desperate to cover Daro, but the beast race-like robbery was much stronger.

He was slaughtered in several places, beaten, Der 'o's crying farther away, and finally lost his mind.

When I woke up I couldn't move right away. My whole body was stiff. Maybe he was in a state of temporary death. Still managed to only give first aid with self-healing and looked for Daro.

I somehow figured out the position, but Daro wasn't moving.

Yobi goes as far as Daro's as he crawls.

Daro was bloody.

No heart sounds were heard, but healing was applied.

The healing that didn't work was itchy.

No, even if the healing went well, I already knew Daro wouldn't help.

I knew, but I didn't know. I didn't want to know.

And plump consciousness interrupts.

It was out of magic.

It could have died. Because I squeezed the magic out of my body just to apply first aid.

If so, good.

But I survived.

Navar came back when Yobi woke up again, recognizing that Daro's death was real, and kept crying with his carcass.

Nubber burned Daro's remains pale. The body was believed to be undead if burned.

And buried the ashes underneath the house.

That was all.

As with Yobi, Daro had no Gushti, so he had no place to go after he died. Bury it outside the city and it will be tainted by a warcraft called 'Bone Eater (Dukin)'. The only place to bury it was under the house.

But it was too pitiful to just bury it.

Yobi put a crude wooden pile on the spot where he buried Daro, making it a tomb mark.

That's all I could do.

"So, what do you do when you know that? Kill me or kill my father. Well, I don't care."

And Nabar drinks again, and drinks.

Throw it, Yobi said when he saw the posture nabber that everything doesn't matter.

"... are you willing to sue your father to avenge Daro"

For Yobi, it was a critical decision.

Neither the love for Naver nor the love for Daro was comparable. Each one of them lit up the yobi in the dark like a light. I wasn't going to be able to kill Navar. But forgiveness was unlikely.

Then at least if you sue me out, maybe if you show your love for Daro, you can forgive Naver. Even if I can't forgive you, I may not have to hate you.

Yobi looked at Nabar as he wished, but Nabar never even cared about Yobi like that, and let him go cold and good.

"Why do you have to do such a mess now?"

"... the seed is the difference, isn't it your child"

"It's a seed, but I'm not going to do it again. Ugh, it's a hassle."

Nabar also drinks.

"... So why didn't you break up with me? Wasn't it to protect me?

"It's just gold zuru, even if you keep quiet, there's gold in it, and you can buy booze. And breaking up with you was a hassle because of the process."

Yobi standing up without words.

Still, some yobi still had the remnants of their former happiness, and they could not hate off the nabber. It was probably the burden of not being able to do anything when the nabber fell. Maybe he didn't want to destroy memories of when he was happy.

Yobi cursed himself weak.

For my child's sake, I was impudent not to be ruthless.

……

"If you don't need me, go home already. I'm already someone else with you. Oh, or somethin ', a slave who hit a good buyer buys this bastard some booze?

Naver looking at yobi without hesitation.

Yobi stayed put and went out of the house with a bump.

The leftover keeper himself had no use for the nabber.

Navar just acquiesced in Yobi and Daro being killed, not hostile to the collector. If yobi wouldn't put his hands down, it had nothing to do with the collector. If Yobi was going to put his hands down here, he would have stopped, but Yobi wasn't that stupid. If we make such incidents all over the city, we won't be able to avenge the Rwandan family.

Nubber spoke to the collector trying to leave the house silently.

"... you'll regret it soon too. Why did you buy a woman like that?"

The collector stops and looks back.

Naver didn't even look at the keeper, he was just sober.

"You regretted it."

"... Ha."

"Don't be with me"

"I wonder. You're just like me. I felt sympathetic, saving a woman in the face of a good man, a fine hypocrite. Relied on, appreciated, that's just comforting."

"What's wrong with that? But yobi is the only one who decides whether it's hypocrisy or not. Other than that, it means nothing. It's not worth hearing, it's a murmur."

"Come on, you brave bastard."

"Unfortunately, I lived a long way from bravery. I just run away so I don't lose it if I have to. Unlike you, I don't have a hobby of living like a dead man."

"... there's no place to run."

Naver stared at the surface of the liquor in the wooden vessel.

"Don't worry about the shame, the outside world, the way you do it, you just have to run away with death. I feel sorry for you, but I don't mean to put my chest up. But, well, sometimes you can't get away with it.... then, if it's death, we'll all be together. Until you're dead or dead."

That's all the collectors said, leaving the room behind.

There was no yobi down the ladder, but he was under the house.

He knelt in front of the grave, clenched his fist, and was shaking faintly.

Approach the yobi and stroke its head slowly.

He was stroked several times and the yobi turned to his moistened eyes.

To snow and white.

Snow white tail was stroking the yobi on.

The collector watching it sat on a crude ladder, waiting for the yobi to settle down.

It was when Yobi was walking round and round to regain his composure and head to the association as well. The people floating in the thoughts of the brave have become involved again.

The collectors are surrounded by a dozen outermost Northerners.

There's one, a blonde blue-eyed woman who used to name Connie, who talks to the collector.

"-Hello. Are you willing to let me go?

"... so why tangle with me. To the King's government..."

"This morning, the king broke down."

To the woman's words, the treasurer frowns.

"... how do you know that"

"That's only natural because my (my) father is a merchant who is also involved in the management of the casino. And after a while, the whole city will know."

"So, what's up with that?"

"The prince has been reigned. Tomorrow there will be a parade of revelations along with a funeral service."

"So, what's up? Let me get this straight."

"The prince received the Kaoru pottery of Miss Tatsuji, just as I did. That was already asked enthusiastically, and you said Miss Tatsuji had a good swallow. A prince like that will stand as the new king. They will abolish slavery, protect women's rights, and finally, they will be abolished of their own government to encourage democratization."

You lost, but Connie was so proud.

But as a keeper, I didn't care.

"Right, good for you. So, how does that connect to me freeing Yobi?

Connie was a pocan for a moment in the words of the collector,

"So..."

"- Well, I don't care. Unless Yobi asks me to let you go, I'm not gonna let you go."

Connie was pampering her mouth, but she could yobi her target.

"You don't want to be freed, so you do."

"... ok. You will be freed."

"So, for you? - Huh?

"So this is a good opportunity for you to let me go"

Connie, who finally only put in what Yobi said, turns her proud face to the collector.

"How about that. Even this..."

"- Okay. Promise."

Connie will clap out somewhere to a keeper who accepts with no expression at all, but don't miss this opportunity.

"Then let's go to the Slavery Office."

Connie took Yobi's hand and gently headed to the Slavery Department.

"- What, that extrajudicial amount of debt. Ha!

As he arrived at the Slavery Bureau and was discussing the emancipation process and how to pay off his debt, Connie came across his mouth again with a tall voice.

"The price when I bought it was 100,000 pamits, roughly 100,000 pamits with gear, 50,000 pamits with taxes and effort, a total of 250,000 pamits"

"It's a huge amount of money when it comes to a quarter of a million pamits in this country. You're going to tie her up in debt while you say you're going to let her go."

The collector laughs with his nose.

"Then I ask you one thing, how does your father get involved in the casino? The state and some merchants are giving money, and they're receiving it as a percentage of the money they made out of it?

Connie is confused by the sudden conversation.

"How do you know that?"

"Think a little and you'll see. I'm making too much of a fool of myself. So, your father gives up that money without any money? If the state asks you to step aside, will you give up the money you put out right now?

"I won't do that. I'm not gonna throw my money away without even collecting the money I put out."

"Then your father is the evil man who binds this country with money."

"My father's is a legitimate business. There is no sardine to blame on you."

"I guess so. The amount is different, and I'm with your father. I owe you money for my gear and my work, too. I didn't say impotent. I'm saying it's interest-free and long-term repayment is fine. Does your father do this?

Connie has to shut up a lot with that.

In fact, it was pretty conscientious. You can call it sweet from a merchant. As long as I'm in this country once I get an interest on a quarter of a million pamits, I probably won't be able to give it back for the rest of my life. That means it's a golden egg that keeps generating money from interest alone. Ordinary lending of gold thinks so.

The collector shut up the loud Connie and looked at the yobi.

"On the terms I just said, I need you to pay me back via the association."

Repayment is delayed because there is no self-bankruptcy system, or if debt is stepped down, the state will be penalized, as well as by organizations such as the Hunter Association. If a person who borrowed money stepped down on debt in the first place, or even fled at night, it was taken for granted no matter what it was done to the person who lent it.

"... thank you"

Yobi lay down his eyes and did not see the possessor.

And the black collar was removed, and the yobi was free.

"Come on, now you're free. You can go home."

"... the house is a bit. Will you introduce me to the right accommodation somewhere? I'm from the Bat Beast Race (Tammai), so I can't even stay in the Inn by myself."

"... eh, of course. Let's go."

Connies take the yobi and turn to face proud to beat the collector.

The collector doesn't even take it at the edge of his sight, such as Connie, and looks at the yobi.

The collector is not headstrong, but he is not dull in emotional terms.

Yobi is willing to take revenge.

The only thing in Yobi right now is Daro's condolences, vengeance.

I may have been somewhat dull with the nabber opponent, but I will not forgive anyone for directing the murder of a child.

For this reason, the liberation process was carried out to prove that there was no wrongdoing, etc., across the Outer North, so as not to bother the owner, the collector, with the aftermath of revenge. Because if a slave breaks the law, its owner will be punished.

If you're that ready, the possessor has to let you go.

The collector was not willing to stop revenge.

"- Don't forget. When it's all over, you'll be my faithful slave."

……

Yobi didn't say anything and kept his eyes down.

Connie and the others pointed their contempt gaze at the collector.

There's no sexual punishment, and you think it's unconcerned.

If you only see him as a man of a race who is making people's wives greedy, exposed to money, stealing, blackmailing, it sounds like the word of the treasurer is that he has liberated you from slavery and that you have no freedom.

Yobi was taken by Connie and the others, out of the slave service, and the collector stared behind him.

Nubber woke up feeling urinating. The sun was falling outside and it was raining loudly.

Fluffy footsteps lead you to the bamboo behind the house.

When I came back for you, there was a bird race in the chair.

He was my father.

He was praising nature and his face.

I don't scare the money, but I didn't want to see you anywhere else.

Nubber held up the liquor pot at the foot of the table with one arm and tried to get out.

"- Wait."

To the heavy voice of Igshidehaan. Navar stops on his feet with a childhood conditional reflex. That made me angry.

"Exactly like the fall of the king would be in my ear"

……

"I'm tired for how long. If the new king stands, there can be a rebirth. No, I do. Our strength will surely help the king. And drive the Northerners out of the kingdom of Rattana, out of the whole Ankhwar. Even though I lost one wing, you have something to do."

The Navar only seemed to have his father imprisoned for paranoia.

I did fall off. I drowned in booze and indulged in bacci.

But the Northerners and the Rattanas looked good.

This is no longer the time when we just need power.

If you look at the casino, you'll see. An armed sailor and spiritual magician on a dedicated ship with many masts on board Anquar, a northern merchant who spends money as much as hot water. Pong spends his forehead in a single battle that the Rattanas won't be able to earn in a lifetime.

So much so that if you buy a root slave with that money, you'll be under the illusion that you won't fight and keep Ankhwar in your hands.

It's only unrealistic to kick the Northerners out.

The prince speaks English. You can't possibly be wrong to apply someone caught up in paranoia like your father.

"... nothing to worry about if your scandal (scandal). I haven't heard from him yet, but he's already finished."

To the words, Naver laughs.

"Come on, ahahahahahahahahahahahaha"

"... what's wrong"

"Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah

"What?"

I hope it's funny. I can keep laughing.

"Knock it off. Apparently, an interesting hunter bought it. About a little before noon, or a Northerner. Sook with a hunter-like guy who's not tall...... no, they called him Yobi or something. That yobi came here."

Igshidehaan's eyebrow roots deepened and became more rugged.

"I think I've never seen your face like that before. It's about you, I know you sent in a big liberation slave, but how many?

"... ten. There's no surveillance back."

"Come on, give one young back to ten liberating slaves. I thought you were a Northerner who seemed to have to smell blue, so I thought you were just feeding him. Isn't he comparable to my father?

"Shut up! A little more, a little more. What did they do?"

"... a visit to Daro's grave. You just met me, because you're already someone else."

"... I don't have time for this anymore. We're behind them. All right, you get ready too, we're having a parade tomorrow. You get in line, too."

When Igshidehaan rose out of his chair abusively, he left the house early.

Oh, man. Nubber undoes the fallen chair and sits there.

I stopped trying to hold the liquor from the liquor pot I had and stared at myself on the surface of the liquor.

"... if it's death, all of us, right? I didn't know there were Northerners out there saying that."

The nabber held a liquor pot and went outside.

It was still raining outside.

Navar goes down the stairs as he is struck by the rain, circles down the house, and stands in front of Daro's grave.

The tomb was cleaned beautifully, and water and baked sweets were served in earthly vessels.

Yobi, and that hunter must have offered it.

"... I thought we could have a drink together someday. No, that wasn't a good line your stupid father dumped you on. I did something I'm sorry I was just weak."

Drop a little liquor from the liquor pot onto a pile of wood.

"... after I go to the afterlife someday. I don't even know where the Father God Spirit is, and he'll be wandering. I'll get you, so let me apologize. I don't want to be forgiven. Let me hang out with you forever until we find your paternal god spirit."

It was said that the dead, who were not sent to the Paternal Divine Spirit under Gushti, would remain wandering forever.

Naver placed the liquor pot in front of the grave and kept standing there.

Like last night's rain and other lies, the sky was clear.

With the golden spire shining in the morning sun, the funeral ceremony that had been going on since last night ended and the reign parade of the new king began.

The Great Wolf Car is surrounded by dozens of martial arts officers and three generals, and the King Mother and Princess (Fufuboki), the father of the Sea Wolf (Turlemapa), tours the King's capital.

The big wolf car was exposed at the top, a step taller, and the new king was clearly visible.

An intelligent look (kao) worthy of being rumored to be Ying-Mai and a seemingly uncharted modus operandi, tied up Zhu Jin's beautiful, long hair, and woven a robe of bird race with gold thread embroidery and edging on pure white fabric, from which there was a glance at Zhu Jin's wings, which should also be a sign of Garuda.

Along the road there was an uninterrupted line of bird and beast races who were Lattanas, raising their voices and welcoming the new king. Some of those races, but they were few.

As long as I didn't get out of the road, I could only see the king today without kneeling, and I was allowed to wave and raise my voice. Even though a place has been set in line, only today the slave class could also see the king.

For the people the king was an absolute object of worship, but the dead predecessor was a fool king who would do good to the Northerners. That is why the expectations of the people for the new king were great.

And all this day shall the honorable priesthood raise up a clan, and decorate the way of the king near the house, and wait before the house, and wait for the king. During the parade, the new king was in the habit of speaking out to the official. I was desperate to hold a position without a government position in an attempt to get my face remembered on that occasion.

The Wang du was not an exaggeration when it came to frenzy exactly from top to bottom.

In such a frenzy, the parade proceeded, when the sun went beyond Jomtien, the great wolf car of the new king was just in the corner lined up by a gate of the Igshidehahns and the Lewan family.

As is customary, it was when the new king tried to get out of the Great Wolf Car in order to speak to Igshidehaan.

A woman wearing a borough cloth slipped between the new king and Igshidehaan.

"No disrespect."

"- With all due respect, I beg your forgiveness for your hatred"

A woman wearing a borough cloth turned the cloth on her head, raised her mouth as she blocked the martial officer from stopping her, and knelt down to the new king.

The woman was the yobi.