Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

Connie Curzon, hearing the proclamation of King Garuda speaking from far above, had a complex look on his face.

Step-by-step transition to democracy.

Abolition of class names.

Step-by-step abolition of slavery.

Compulsory education, implementation of higher education.

Though I took the time to do it, I was able to rate it as an English break. Most northern countries have also been implementing, and are about to implement, Miss Tajima since before she was summoned as a brave man.

However, Ms. Tajima also said that people are born equal and that discrimination should not originally have, for example, a privileged class exploiting the people.

As can be seen from the magical revolution and the fact that after the World War, many of the northern countries were either shaping royalties and nobles or abolishing them and transferring them to democracy, there should be no mistake in Miss Tajima's words, but King Garuda said that he would reign as king, albeit limited, in the future and after transferring them to democracy, and would also wield force as king.

Furthermore, there was no mention of sexism or prostitution.

Why not do it if you should have had an equally great education.

I didn't know that, and Connie was smiling unknowingly.

Although Connie does not know or intends to know, King Garuda had sensed the ideological aggression of the album from Miss Tajima's education, from merchants who were only blowing in the benefits to the Predecessor to build the casino and who were about to devour into various fields by bribery.

As it is, culture, ideas, economy, everything can be scattered around the album, and at the end of the day, it can be a matter of breaking the country.

In order not to do so, and not to be good to the nations of the North, I made a decision.

Less ideological erosion. Now we can use the king's authority, or we can pay for the firepowder that comes down. It also facilitates accommodation within Ankhwar. King Garuda thought so.

Whether the decision is best or not, in the end, only the history of future generations will tell.

Connie just doesn't know that.

To hear the sincerity, after the proclamation, Connie turned to the royal castle.

But Connie eats the front door.

I think I have no choice but to make an appointment for the meeting immediately after the declaration.

But King Garuda, who met on the date of the appointment, was only pleased to reunite, and would not lend an ear to Connie's words.

"I'm a Lattana. I'm an Albaum."

That's all the king said, and Connie followed the royal castle in a dismayed manner at the king's transformation.

As King Garuda's proclamation continued, the collector was in charge of the exhausting yobi, secretly out of the king's capital with the snow white, camping on the usual sandy beach.

The sun had already set abundantly, and only a small fire sperm embodied by the collector floated on the moonlighted sandy beach.

The collector had snowflakes on his back there, painting a continuation of the painting.

My nerves remained sharp because I wasn't used to killing them, and I wasn't going to sleep.

I don't even want to get used to it, but I wasn't willing to fall into excessive self-loathing.

To live, I killed him.

That's all.

And the collector drew up a picture.

Ironically, the sensation of sharpening was completed as an image exactly what I tried to paint, and my fingers reflected that in the picture. The influence of life essence may also have been in the form of unconscious magic activation.

As the collector faintly stretches out, the snow white that was meditating on his eyes glances at the painting.

He seemed to be watching jiggly for a while, but stroking one of the treasurer's cheeks with his tail, he meditated again.

The collector grinned bitterly and deposited his weight on Snow White's body.

I wanted to ask what Snow White thought of the Zodiac's painting, and I was scared.

Watch the yobi.

I was noticing that a yobi sitting at a subtle distance looking at the keeper without turning his face.

A sailor killed Navar, his ex-husband, who still had feelings for him.

I could take my revenge.

Thank you.

If they had said that with a full smile, the collector would have been more suspicious.

People's minds can't be that easy to break off.

Of course, I had already been thanked by Yobi.

Of course, it's not a full smile or a satisfied look.

Still, I wasn't feeling like I blamed you.

I didn't seem to know what to do with my emotions myself.

If you're done for, yes, goodbye.

That didn't happen either.

I had it. I pushed my emotions to death, I didn't say anything, I was by the possessor.

I'm trying to keep my promise.

The collector nodded and meditated his eyes as he felt the soft white hair of snow and white.

From the thought of it, I bought a slave.

I also want those who will never betray me.

Even now it was funny that I wanted something that was impossible in Japan.

They stole shelter, were about to be killed by brave men, and their thoughts were quite distorted.

But I wasn't even willing to deny myself that.

I also want those who will never betray me.

I still don't change that thought.

If you just think calmly, that's not, like, going overnight.

I couldn't even notice that. I had to laugh at myself.

"… Are you sure?"

In a hesitant yobi voice, the collector opens his eye lid.

A collector who looks at yobi with the eye of what can I do for you.

Yobi hesitated a little, but never opened his mouth.

"... could you show me the painting?

"Oh, my God, you know what?"

The collector cuts the painting from the miscellaneous book and passes it to Yobi.

Yobi looks at the painting, spilling the potpourri.

"... Is the little bat, Der 'O?

"Oh, I'm sorry. Was it uncomfortable?"

As he feels ridiculous when it comes to monkeys to people, the possessor realizes that he may find it offensive if he describes the Bat-Beast race as a bat, and bows his head.

"No, I don't care because I don't feel the intention to make a fool of myself. Rather..."

That's all I said, Yobi stared at the painting of the treasurer.

A painting painted solely in the dark light of ink.

It depicted a finely painted woman and a pale and blurred landscape.

The black clouds were leaving in the distance, and the moon was finally starting to show itself from the tail of the clouds.

An unbridled boat was floating in the midnight sea of Ankwar.

A woman in a white piece rubbed off the edge of the boat sat down and looked up at the night sky.

He was flaunted, chopped, pathetic, and beautifully sidelined.

One little bat headed for the moon, fluttering.

The woman stared at the little bat the whole time.

Yobi had forgotten the time and was staring at the painting of the treasurer.

Would Daro have been picked up by the goddess?

Ankhwar's religious views are a mixture of indigenous beliefs, moon goddesses, and Sandra held by the Northerners, like The Father's Divine Spirit, The Question of the Dead, Kwansark Tamoom, and The Lost Without a Stop, mixed by the country. Although the Kingdom of Lattana has had little influence in Sandra because it was never ruled in the north, it has had its borders sealed off from the northern countries that had ruled the surrounding countries in the past, with increased warcraft damage as the number of hunters decreased, and a period when there was temporarily an 'Attaché of the Moon Goddess (Maruna Nhum)'.

Although there was no profound improvement in the social life of the Kingdom of Lattana, it was also said that the divorce from the woman who used slavery was the result of the 'Mate of the Moon Goddess (Maruna Nhum)' pushing into the Kingdom, leaving the faith of the Moon Goddess in the Kingdom of Lattana.

As a result of the mixing of indigenous beliefs and the beliefs of the Moon Goddess, the child who traveled the world without knowing Gushti became said to be protected by the Moon Goddess (Maruna).

Some of the 'man' and 'squire' classes did not hardly incorporate the faith of the Moon Goddess, but some of the 'people' and 'slave' classes and 'squire' classes believed in the mercy of the Moon Goddess.

Yobi also believed in the mercy of the Goddess of the Moon under the influence of her parents and hoped that she would pick up Daro.

When Fujiyobi looked up and looked at the horizon, the sky was starting to whiten.

The treasurer was buried in white hair of snow and white, asleep.

Compared to the Northerners and the Beast race, the way a slightly child-faced collector slept with his face in his face also looked like a child to be dreamed of.

Someone who helped me with my vendetta.

And who killed Navar.

What Navar was talking about when he was fighting, he didn't hear why.

My ears were supposed to be good, but the wind or something seemed to be jamming me.

Why, was Naver laughing?

I can only guess, but I exposed my father's sins and treated Yobi like a victim.

And the fact that Navar was killed by a collector turned all hostility to the collector.

On second thought, Naver's death completely cut him off from the Rwandan family as well. It's an absolute custom to get back together with the Naver.

In other words, Naver even thought he was dead so that Yobi could easily live in the future.

Then I didn't laugh or know.

Yobi thought he was an unsolicited man.

Abandoned Daro and sold me off.

Yet I sacrificed myself and paved my way.

Why won't you let me hate you to the end?

No, I know.

Whether Naver sheltered me or acted like a villain and wore it all, there is no future like Naver thinks.

Society, custom, discrimination doesn't allow it. It leaves a lump.

I guess that didn't work out for Navar.

In my life, I guess I wanted to eliminate everything possible that would be an obstacle.

That's why I did what I could.

Even if it involves someone.

Yobi also saw the treasurer.

Snow White was smiling at her face and stroking her sleeping keeper with her tail.

Someone who helped me with my vendetta.

And who killed Navar.

I was so thankful that I couldn't return it.

As promised, no. You don't have to make promises, you don't betray me.

Even if you disobey your parents' teachings, you will not betray them.

But......

Yobi stared at the Zao's face, which was somewhat soothing because of the stroke.

"What, are you asleep?"

Yobi hustles up at the husky woman's voice.

A giant woman with brown skin with the morning sun on her back was watching the zodiac with her hands on her hips and a frightened face.

"Which is it?"

Yobi tries to get fit, but realizes that Snow White remains asleep with the zodiac.

"Hmm? Oh, Elida Bergin, it's Hunter. Haven't you heard from Klander?

The woman named Elida takes the hunter tag out of her chest and shows it.

We rode together on a boat to Sauran, wrecked by the prank of the Spirit, and torn apart the twat, Yobi, had heard from the collectors.

"Excuse me. I'm Kung...... no, it's called Yobi"

"I don't know what it is, but it's okay. Are you still drawing here?"

So Elida sees the painting of the treasurer at Yobi's disposal with a frightened eye, and then goes to Snow White.

Snow white opened his eyes as Irida bent over his nostrils, slamming the collector with his tail Pessipessi.

"... oh, good morning"

The collector woke up and spoke to Irida, who suddenly appeared at his usual rate.

"Morning."

"... Oh, Irida. That was fast."

"This morning. He said that the hateful bird race that was in Rattana's association was sleeping outside, so I thought he didn't come, but when he was really sleeping. Totally. Well, I need to talk to you a little bit."

So Elida sat down on the sandy beach.

The collector woke himself up, washed his face with water sperm magic, and moistened his throat.

- I'm sorry.

Irida suddenly bowed her head.

"Well, let me talk to you for now. There was a lot going on here."

Elida raised her head and started talking.

To sum up, we shouldn't be in Sauran for a while.

I managed to escape from my brave female teacher, but she says there are signs of a warcraft outburst (stampede) throughout Ankhwar.

It was thought to have happened as a result of an unprecedented overlap of events: the unusual rate of pioneering and the continuous complete trespassing of the ruins, all of which could not be anticipated by anyone in the world.

That's why a high-ranking Irida was asked to investigate and crusade what should also be called a quasi-compulsory request, and as an Irida, he received it because he wanted to make fewer victims of Warcraft Runaway (Stampede).

"The only quasi-compulsory requests imposed are of high rank, you might want to go somewhere. They put in quite a few brave men somehow. Rumor has it that Hayato is coming too."

Hayato comes out.

In that one word, the collector's mood became the worst thing in the morning.

"If that's what Elida decided, that's fine. So, where are you going?"

"I'll be right back in Kumezia"

The collector mumbled with a thoughtful face, if that's okay.

"So, what the hell did you do in this country? I just gave you your name and it changed the staff vibe."

"... well, not a big deal"

The collector told Elida about the aftermath of his arrival in the Kingdom of Rattana.

About Yobi, about the bird race, about the Rwandan family, about revenge, about Navar.

Elida sighed loudly when she heard the story of the collector without pinching her mouth to the end.

"What's the big deal? How can you buy a slave in only three or four days, sell a fight to an old house, break into a reign parade, help with a vendetta, fight a duel, and be hated from all over the king's capital?"

"... is what it's all about"

"What's it gonna be?"

Irida got spooked and couldn't find any more words to say.

"So, I'm talking about yobi..."

The collector talks further with Irida.

In it, give Gorvald the dull silver large nails and small nails he made on both ends of the long stick a pole wapon.

"If you want to change it, go to the Gorvald blacksmith, if you don't want to use it, just collect the yarn."

"Oh, that's funny."

Elida stands up and shakes a two-clawed axe hammer.

As a hammer, as an axe with nails open, and as a morningstar with nails at both ends simultaneously.

It was the first weapon to use, but Irida soon began to wiggle like her hands and feet.

"Thank you very much."

Talk again for a while, and now the collector stands up.

"Well, good to see you"

"... okay?

"I told you earlier"

That's how the collector turned his foot to the jungle when he got himself in good hands.

Yobi sees it and stands up, but the keeper controls it.

"I'm just going to go to the association for a second and see if the money is being transferred. Yeah, so get Elida to do some training. It's not what it looks like. It's stuck in my legs."

That's all the sailors said and walked down the beach.

Seeing a snow white that didn't try to move, Yobi gave up following the treasurer.

"I heard the story from Klander. That was tough."

Talk to Yobi as Irida stands up.

"... in the end, though I couldn't do anything"

"There's no such thing as selling yourself, suing you directly, and then blatantly avenging you. Do you regret it?"

"That's not all"

That's exactly what Yobi said.

I was just frustrated by my helpless self.

Talking a lot to Elida, when Yobi looked around him, he was sometime without Snow White.

It was as if there were no signs or sounds.

Yobi gets hacked and sees Irida.

"... Klund's headed for Sauran."

Yobi tried to chase him.

"Well, don't wait."

Elida stopped Yobi.

Yobi stopped surprisingly lightly on his own, listening to Irida.

The collector asked Elida for yobi.

"... you've been very careful."

"I don't care if you're around a guy with a hesitation, it's only a hassle. And who would never betray me, that's bullshit. There's no way you're here. Only a crazy man would ask for something like that for grace."

I say with a bitter smile that I was lost in blood, collector.

Inside, he even mocked himself that he was just a coward who cared about a percent of his distrust.

The collector was aware.

That Yobi feels something for the possessor who killed Navar.

It's not hate or distrust.

It was like being lost, the collector felt.

If there's really nothing to betray, you'll come after me one day with strength.

If not, he'll live on his own as a hunter.

It's discipline, so you'll pay off your debts, and as a collector, you could have either.

I want it to be the former, but I don't expect it.

You can't even do it.

Because the collector himself does not believe in something called the one who will never betray him.

But if you don't believe me, you can't deny yourself that you want someone who will never betray you.

Yobi muttered potpourrily as he finished listening to Elida's explanation.

"... some women are serious about bullshit."

Finally, the collector was concerned that it would be a lot harder to think that he was with him for killing his husband, even though he was a former one.

It's unsolicited.

You don't care about that.

That was supposed to happen.

But I had a self I couldn't chase right away.

He was like that, but there were some good things about him.

It used to shine.

You saved me.

He looked happy to hold Daro.

At the end it was like old times.

I never killed him.

I was slightly, only marginally, thinking that way more than I could only guess the sincerity of the nabber.

The slightest thought, with the words of the collector, made him stop his leg.

Perhaps the collector hated this slight hesitation of his own.

Ridiculous.

When, like I said, the more ridiculously clean I am from the side.

But the collector clearly offered the absurdity as a condition.

All you have to do is see if you can protect it.

Because that's the promise.

As long as there's a stray, it's only a nuisance.

Because he is surprisingly delicate and timid, while being harsh with no mercy to his enemies.

I guess I can't keep a lost person by my side.

For yourself, for the other person.

I was frustrated by my lost self.

I was angry that I couldn't repay my gratitude without hesitation.

Yobi could only stare at the painting of the treasurer, who had turned it back, as he had given it to me on the way.

The blue muscle stood slightly on Elida's face when the collector unilaterally asked him to yobi.

That would be the case, too.

Only three or four days, I buy a slave in a discreet void, join the hatred, receive a duel, kill, be hated all over the king's capital, and never think to keep a woman.

He was the one who didn't know what to do when he took his eyes off him.

However, it was frustrating not to like it if asked.

I also had the burden of rebelling my promise to go with Sauran, which I told myself.

And I was also concerned about the bat beast man that the collector had planted to some extent.

Even though Yobi has some scars, she is the opposite of herself.

At first glance, she doesn't seem to have anything to do with the dispute, but I can tell from the collector how she is a fairly core woman.

The dressing that the collector had chosen was also a collector's choice where he could see some of his white breasts from the sides and would look at his breasts at dawn.

But even though it was an equipment that really made sense, including that.

I want to work out, that's what I thought.

"... that's a selfish man. I draw my own conclusions on solitude."

Yobi looks up at Elida's words.

"So it's up to you. Chasing him and beating him up one shot, or playing hunter here and living.

Until you finish your job at Anquar, Atashi will train you.

Atashi goes to Sauran after Ankhwar's work. By then, you'll have to decide if you want to go after him. "

Sauran was my mother's birthplace.

I wanted to go because of various circumstances, but it was difficult to travel due to political issues, and there were problems with language and customs.

Because of this, political problems were solved, travel was possible, and I couldn't wait to be stopped during the Warcraft Run (Stampede) when I said I had also found an interpreter.

Irida laughed invincibly.

"He's missing somewhere anyway. I wouldn't be able to go straight to Sauran. You're supposed to be fluttering over there, fluttering over here. It's not that hard to catch up."

Yobi nodded to Irida, staring at the stray inside him.

The collector was in the association of the King's Capital with Snow White.

Ask a member of the association who is a little distracted about the balance of the account.

Snow White seemed to have some kind of interaction with the mill he was in the cafe. Maybe he's even saying goodbye.

Two hundred and fifty thousand pamits had already been transferred from the Lewan family.

It was all exchanged for Rod, 30,000 Pammits were taken as fees, and 20,000 Pammits were transferred to Yobi's account.

The balance is roughly 45,000 rods.

And then I was planning on buying some Guaikao rice that I ate at the cafe with 10,000 pamits in hand on the way.

Officials of the bird race in the example were hatefully staring at the collectors, but there was nothing involved.

At least they're not willing to go against the king's decision.

The collector heads to the snow and white.

"Ah, good morning."

Mill greeted the collector as he was buried in the snow white.

Snow White was getting a mogmog and bird legs as usual to eat.

"I took care of everything. Thanks."

"Oh, I'm sorry I couldn't do anything."

Knowing the rumors and revenge of the collectors, they believe in the collectors, no, Snow White.

"By the way, what's the granular thing about Guaikao?

"It's called Caro. May I give it to you, if you please?"

I don't know if I can buy it in Wang Du. The collector thought it would be better to buy it here, even if it was somewhat expensive.

"Really? Five thousand pamits for that caro."

"Oh, five thousand pamits? It works, but it's going to be amazing."

"Mm-hmm. Well, then give me some condiments or some tea leaves. Right, give me three months' worth of rice and something else if you stay. Fair price would be fine."

When Mill woke himself up from the white hair of the snow and white, he ran to the kitchen with a tatter when he received the 5,000 pamits offered by the collector.

The butcher laughs bitterly at the snow white expression that meat is, hey meat is.

"You can always get meat. And the meat is still in the backpack."

Was I? and Snow White twisted his neck, getting up and making one stretch.

A while later Mill brought caros and other condiments along with a cat ear skinhead cook.

"He wants a caro. The others are condiments and stuff, but can you hold them?

There were other things like salt, soy sauce, tea, etc. where the caro was probably about fifty kilos.

"Do you have enough money?

"Too many."

"Lai Lai"

The collector takes on a hemp bag wrapped in salt, soy, etc., and Snow White holds up all the rice hemp bags with his tail.

"Thank you for everything."

"No, sorry I couldn't do anything."

The cat ear skinhead sounded sorry for cat ears.

"I just did what I wanted."

That's how the collector pointed his foot at the entrance and exit of the association.

Hunters and merchants who have been in the association since morning turn their gaze to the collectors to touch even the swollen ones.

The collector left the association without worrying about such a thing.

Snow White finally embraced Mill and left the association after the collector.

Mill jumped out of the association's entrance and exit, waving until he couldn't see the snow white.

There were tears in that eye, but they are wiped by the mill before it flows off.

I can't see the snow white anymore.

Mill went back to his job, renewing his feelings of trying to keep up the good work, hoping to see him again.

When the Zodiac and Snow White were out of the King's Capital's land-side gate and headed for the nearby harbor.

The trunk that the collector lost when he was shipwrecked was flowing into a certain country.

The trunk was vandalized by those who picked it up, most of the contents were sold, and the trunk was sold again.

The blurry work clothes retained by the collectors were also sold in a bundle of three sentences.

The blurry work clothes were, however, resold by those who had their eyes on the strange material.