Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

The female chief of each squad of the Moon Goddess's entourage (Maruna Nyum) has great discretion.

With all twelve squads scattered across the vast Ellipse, but unable to contact and consult each other once and for all, many matters were left to the discretion of their respective chief female officers under certain discipline.

Even so, that authority was not such as to allow hunter associations and hunters to do as they please at the discretion of individual teams, many of which were pooled on that point of saving women.

But due to its great discretion, each squad had its own color, and the structure of the squad was different. Some squads are a few elite, others even have many entourages, women, and lower organizations. Some teams are rare, like those whose course of action also specializes in hunting, while others weigh in on female relief, like Agatha's second squad.

But no matter how different shapes and policies were, what was common to all troops was a strong belief in hunting services to poor areas and in the salvation of women.

Since the entourage of the Moon Goddess would never bend its conviction, it had a duality, even called 'kidnapper', from those deprived of wives and daughters, even though they were treated exactly as' goddesses' in the less hunted neighborhoods.

When Deputy Chief Agatha followed the Anquar Islands, it was some peacock-based bird race girl with a stunning expression (kao) who brought Dawi to look after her.

It was unintentional for Dawi to leave the land amid the emergence of the 'King' throughout Ankhwar and further signs of the outburst of the Warcraft (Stampede), but it was decided by the chief woman.

The next appointment was to head to the northern Baruch region of Eurifranz, where one of the squads was in charge, as several squads, including the squadron of the head woman chief, were to be replaced into the Ankhwar Islands.

Squad II was often in charge of the racial force area of the Mid continent, adding origin, language and influence because Chief Agatha was a white race from Eurifranz, and the North Baruch region, which was about to head there, was also under complex circumstances.

There were many women in the racial power zone who met the victims of illegal slavery and the tyranny of the old nobility, and the second squad was faced with racial ugliness so much as they did not like it.

There was still a faint youthfulness in the contemplated expression (kao).

The ponytail, leather armor and the peacock wings of the arms were united in red, and at a glance it was known that she would be the daughter of a famous house of fame.

"This is Nokle Dawi, Assistant Chief of Staff."

"... kundrap nokr rwang funf, is"

The two had a sense of intimacy in a common gushti called Nokr.

Dear Paternal Divine Spirit, Identifying your ancestors easily removes the sense of first-person alertness for the beast race and the bird race.

When Dawi asked about the situation, Fanf leaned down and stared at a point, talking about his pompous body as if it were spilling off its little lips.

When the fans temporarily returned home from where they were studying abroad, all the parents and clans were solemnly cleared and the presence of the Rwandan family was gone, and the people around them just looked pitifully far-flung at the fans and did not try to get close.

The story I heard on a quiet walk through the city was enough to abhor a hunter named Klund, who bore three one-handed swords and a large claw of 10,000 colored rock crab (Moussi Himp).

His predecessor, Igshidehaan, was distant because he directed the murder of the eldest son, the son of Navar, and his vengeance was recognized by King Garuda by direct action of Navar's daughter-in-law, the Bat Beast Race (Tammai), who was killed by despicable means using poison against a hunter named Klund, who had broken in there as a helper knife.

And furthermore, Klund returned our Lord's son, who applied for a duel at the stake of one gate of honor and his wife.

The successor Naver had accepted to sell his wife as a slave to Klund after being stuck in the booze, and while his wife, Suck, was threatened with killing her husband, he was forced to cooperate on the condition of a helper knife because he wanted to do child hatred.

Klund nominally freed his wife from slavery under the guise of good intentions, but that was to abuse the system of being separated from her husband by becoming a slave, which was in fact tied up with extrajudicial debt, and as a result Klund got someone else's wife well.

Fanf regretted that it was a hunter named Klund who snagged around the Lewan family with no involvement for the slutty greed of wanting a man's wife.

Dawi swallows the story for a moment.

But the experience of picking up women on the Mid Continent kept it in mind and made them investigate objective facts.

When I contacted the association, the facts were still different.

My wife Suck, who was routinely subjected to violence by her husband, sold herself as a slave to find out the truth about my dead son, and in the meantime came to know that her father-in-law, Igshidehaan, had used slavery to instigate child slaughter, and broke into the reign parade to rebel against Igshidehaan.

By the testimony of his son, Naver, the vengeance was established and Klund assisted Suck in his quest for Igshidehaan.

So whatever the circumstances, Nabar, who deserved it, half forcefully set up a duel against Klan by calling it to take back a gate of honor and his wife, but in return, he was not convinced that the remnants of the Rwandan family, headed by Kundrup Nokr Rwang Sinchai, were on the verge of attacking Klan or Suk at a later date, and he solemnly cleansed the Rwandan family, which King Garuda was monitoring by a dueling covenant with Klan.

That seems to be the case.

Dawi explained the facts so that the fans could be freed from resentment.

I continued to be gutsy and persuaded by the fans who denied it many times.

Fanf's deep love for his parents seemed to refuse to understand the facts, and the love, which could be described as its blindness, was foolish and bullying to Dawi, who had lost his blood family.

Still, by the time we arrived in Marnova, the fans seemed convinced too.

In Marnova, peaceful days ensued when the fans were found in Joseph of "Sword Saint of the Song Knife (Sword Master)," an old known pattern of Chief Agatha, but one day suddenly, the fans disappeared all over the city.

When the chief female officer and Joseph rushed, they challenged a hunter with a deep green ring called Klund in the association to a duel and said it was a step ahead of them to be returned.

A fan who couldn't abandon his anger and resentment towards Klan, who couldn't help but be the culprit, in order to continue to have love for his parents.

If Klund didn't stick his neck in, which had no ties or ties (itching) to the Rwandan family, I guess he can't stop thinking that the Rwandan family would have never gone on.

There was nothing like that in Dawi.

I was helped by a moon goddess entourage from the hands of an old aristocrat of race when I was a little younger than a funf. Apparently, his parents had taken Dawi hostage and died while he was being obeyed as a good slave. I didn't even know my parents were dead until they helped me.

Gushti's name Nokl was his only connection to his parents.

Dawi didn't think of a fan with the same name as someone else, and the way he kept having love for his parents was lovely.

A hunter named Klund has pressed his pledge.

It's too merciless a place to work, such as trying to kill a girl who rocks between truth and parental love, no matter how much duel she is in the first place. It is all the more outrageous because, without accepting the arbitration between Lord Joseph and Chief Magistrate Agatha, he tried to kill them.

Just to say that a hunter named Klund has been harmed by the fan or his associates (...) even if it is the contents of this pledge, he will be able to kill the fan at any time.

It is cunning and inferior, which does not seem to be the owner of a deep green ring.

The deep green ring was taken up by Chief Agatha, but she wanted to suspect that she had lived too long and gone crazy because it was the head woman who gave it to her.

What did you think, like that, it also gave a man, a deep green ring that meant that an entourage of the Moon Goddess would prove her identity?

Fanf was scolded tight by the chief lady in this case, and when Joseph told him he wouldn't be handy until he had sorted out his feelings, he finally spilled tears and exploded his mood.

But the companions of the goddess of the moon and Joseph took it.

I never abandoned the crying, cursing, and rambling fans.

After a while the relaxed, rather depressed fans will be taken to the temple for a minute in the corner of Marnova, where they will live a regular life.

Fanfs who were persuaded by Agatha and Dawi, and who had contemplative expressions (kao) in their harsh and warm surroundings, also more and more loosened that look.

Fanf can get back on his feet and start over.

That's what all the second squad led by Agatha thought.

It was therefore intolerable to try to kill the fans, and the keepers poking irrational pledges could not be forgiven.

Dawi, in particular, had a strong sense of homogeneity about making Gushti the same, and in addition to that, he had unconsciously overlaid himself with the boundaries of the fans, thus becoming hostile to the collectors.

It coincidentally bowled in Donorvo and increased with every knowledge of the hunter's cowardice, arrogance and lack of co-ordination called Klund.

The fact that he was originally given a deep green ring also greatly affected him.

"This is..."

What Ekaitz showed the collector was a face-guarded leather helmet made from the leather of a black horse (Fanescallo) as requested by the collector. Though the color was deep dark grey, not black, it was also in harmony with the leather armor currently equipped by the collector.

The zodiac didn't put his helmet on because of his poor vision, steamy, depressing, but the first time he dropped a person's neck, which also dropped ten people, he also had the illusion that one day this would happen to him.

The Builder's style of combat is either a first-sight ambush or a counterattack (counter) after withstanding the opponent's attack.

To ignore some scratches but to succeed in an ambush, to withstand and then to fight back, I came to believe that the head gear should be enriched so as not to be attacked from the neck up and fatally injured.

The detachable face guard had been lightly spotted by Akikawa, because of the thought that his face should still be hidden as well, even though the effect of the protection could not be helped.

The autonomous magic of "Phantom" cannot reproduce movement.

Even though it is possible to create a still image that is quite similar to the scene, person, or object, the illusion does not move, and it does not change at all. As long as it adds color and so on, it deceives people's eyes, but an unchanged look is unnatural and catches people's attention the other way around.

The collector thought that it would be less uncomfortable as a hunter to turn it into a face guarded helmet.

"There's some fine tuning, put it on."

As Ekaitz tells me, the collector wears a leather helmet.

No discomfort.

The collector also wears a face guard, thinking he will get used to it while it is somewhat stiff but within the time he is using it.

"... no problem"

That's what the collector says in his cuddly voice, but Ekaitz starts to say bumps while teasing his helmet with this.

"No, this is fine..."

But Ekaitz doesn't seem to hear the words of the collector or anything, and there's no sign he's going to let me go until the adjustment comes to a paragraph.

I didn't want to stay long. I'm a collector, but that seemed like the only way to give up.

Just when the collector couldn't move, the entrance door opened and a familiar female knight and former teacher glanced at him.

A keeper who can't help but hide himself or flee to avoid disaster.

Vanis and Akikawa seemed to realize from slight discomfort that the person in front of them, wearing a leather helmet, was the collector they had recently met.

Once inside the store as it is, he speaks to the collector to keep out of the way of Ekaitz, who is immersed in the work.

"Isn't this an odd encounter?"

A treasurer alerting Vanis to say strange things.

"What, it's a real coincidence that I met you here, but if you try to act as a hunter in North Baruch, it's easier to move with information and referrals from Lord Raele, and if there are even more of you here in Baruch, Lord Ekaitz, a leather armorer with a finger fold, you're more likely to meet him like this."

You're wearing fine metal armor, the kind of keeper with eyes that won't be able to help you.

"... pitifully cry that Akikawa is too heavy to move with the light armor he's been paid. Well, Akikawa is a magician, so you can robe him, but what a bad move. That's why I'm here to order light, durable leather armor."

Vanis looking at Giroli and Akikawa behind him.

Akikawa laughed lovingly as he was sorry haha.

Thousands of customers seem to be calamities that descend whether the collectors want it or not.

- Bang.

The entrance door was opened rampantly and several men stepped into Ekaitz's workshop.

"- Have you thought about it for a second?

A young man who seems to be the central figure speaks to Ekaitz who is working, but Ekaitz does not respond.

Even showing frustration with the unresponsive Echites raised his anger when he saw Echites adjusting his black horse's leather helmet.

"Why is there someone wearing that leather helmet!

Ekaitz finally turned his face to the youth in depression.

"- Ugh, this is my job right now. Look at that. Don't you see, this leather was brought in by this guy, and it would be natural to fit this guy!

He was a young man who showed a slight fright in the bronze voice of Echites, but switched his gaze to a keeper to eat.

"Under this circumstance, which is being harassed by South Baruch and Marnova, yes, it is, to say the least, an emergency. As a duty of nobility, I must take the initiative for the people to crusade warcraft, hate flying dragons, and bandits. If I had a black horse (Funnescullo) leather helmet or leather armor, I could wield more power for my people!

Therefore, that leather helmet and the rest of the leather should give way to me Ugh!

He raised his voice that the surroundings of the youth were also spoken of as such.

The young man is the son of an old nobleman in Baruch, but he was and always was a country nobleman. I can't be a senator or a soldier like any other old nobleman, I can't be made up of autonomous magic or commerce. As an independent locally, I only have a loud voice, but it was actually a whimper, that kind of thing.

The young man heard from nowhere that the skin of the black horse had been brought into the Echites' workshop, and pressed this way for the past five days, he couldn't wait to be depressed as Echites because he was going to exhale pneumonia.

The collector said only one word as he removed his face guard.

"- Say no"

And he also faceguards and gets made Echites but stays.

Ekaitz even looks depressed at the movement of such a collector, but now he began to immerse himself in the adjustment again, hoping that the youth would disappear.

"You..."

"- More tyranny than that. I can't overlook it either."

At that moment when the young man opened his mouth with a bright red face and a spit, Vanis blocked the young man's words.

The young man stares at the vanis in anger.

Vanis behaves resolutely with the youth.

"Don't even name me. I'm sorry. Vanis Garland of the Kingdom of Albaum. I am also an old nobleman, and I admire the heart of your nobility, who still thinks for the people after losing his identity. But even more would be misleading."

To the greeting of Vanis, without some gaps, the youth is pressured.

And when I calm down and look at Vanis' work and the gear he wears in advance, and take into account the name of the album, he realizes late that he is a different dimension than a rural nobleman like himself, even though he is a woman.

The young man panicked and turned back to Vanis.

"This way, I don't even have a name. My name is Sirard Uriarte. I showed you something unusual. - Now that I remember the emergency, I beg your pardon."

The young man left the workshop in a tight motion, and the surrounding men rushed after him.

We got in the way, but Ekaitz went satisfied.

"Whoa, that's good. Take off your armor, or I'll fix it in two days."

The collector had also asked for the repair of the leather armor of the conspicuously damaged curly lizard (Barobasiri). There was a part of me that I cared for quite a bit but couldn't help being an amateur because I was stabbed or burned.

"Well, in the meantime, wear this one."

Next to the collector who would take off his helmet and armor, Ekaitz placed his replacement leather armor.

When the collector changed into the prepared leather armor, he headed for the vanity.

"I took care of it. Thanks."

"No, it's not like being thanked, never mind"

The collector only said so, turning to Echites.

"Well, thank you. See you in two days."

"Oops."

At that back where the collectors were headed to the door, Vanis and Akikawa were starting negotiations with Ekaitz.

Cold rain fell outside with Sitocito, and it was as bleak as it had been after the sun had fallen, even though the sun had not yet set.

The collector was headed to the gate to go talk to Snow White, thinking about taking even the Inn for the first time in a long time waiting for armor.

But at the end of the road, the men were waiting.

When the collector loosened his legs and looked behind him, there were also two behind him.

One of the men before the collector, a young man who had earlier told me to give way to leather in Ekaitz's workshop, gets stuck.

"- You can't even get in the way here.

Why don't you give me the black horse leather?

The memory of his escape, entangled in defects and chimps when he was in Japan in the back of his brain, blurs, but the collector calms down and switches his thoughts to combat, or kill each other.

When they fled, they had no choice between killing each other, beating each other without killing, because Snow and White were not by their side, and there was no room for manipulation with just one collector.

There is spiritual magic in this world. Nor could it be denied that he would be caught off guard and his neck and torso would cry apart, and within the consciousness of his opponent he was the subject of fear and vigilance of the collector.

"- Say no"

But I don't have to worry about being overdefensive here.

The only thing to fear is being plunged into it by their lies.

Therefore, at this time, even if the opponent pulls out his weapon, the collector cannot use any weapon or spiritual magic in the city.

With bare hands, we just have to control it.

That's why I didn't seem to be able to do anything extra.

The young man showed frustration at the inexplicable response of the collector.

"Well, if you look a little painful, you'll see. Do it."

The men surrounding the voice of the youth rejoiced and approached the collector.

But the collector gave the Dark Fairy magic and activated "Blind Room", the only intermediate Dark Fairy magic available.

Unforeseeable darkness covers up both the youth and the men around them, before and after the collector.

"Damn, what the hell is this?"

The youth and their surroundings raise their voices of confusion.

He didn't come up with any useless magic, such as dark elf magic, and the youth were delayed in dealing with it.

Outside there is a slight light, albeit dim, in cloudy skies, and the darkness that has covered the men is disbursed jizzily from its edges.

But after a while, when the young man who finally remembered the existence of Dark Elf magic paid for the darkness in front of him with Light Elf, the figure of the Zao was nowhere to be found.

You can't always fight like you kill.

The collector was in trouble and running away.

Two days later.

The collector was in Ekaitz's workshop.

While waiting for the armor, the collector had a peaceful day while sneaking in to get a proper crusade request from the ray to exude snow and white stress, sweat and brush on his forehead, and train Azrona's flight to stay out of the old aristocratic youth tangle again.

Naturally I couldn't have stayed at the inn, but that's the usual thing.

- What do you say?

"... no problem, thanks"

As the collector thanked him honestly, he stared at the leather armor, which had become what should also be called deep dark grey.

The leather helmet was capable of attaching to or removing leather armor like a hooded robe at the back of his neck, and it never meant that there would be no place for Azlona on the move as ordered by the collector.

The treasurer tries to make things magical.

Then, the armored part becomes as if it had been worn.

But that's all. He never disappeared like a black horse, nor did he have any other effect.

"... it's not a hassle, but it doesn't seem like a user-friendly combination"

"Hassle?"

"Hmm? Yeah, Warcraft material can have a rare and surprising effect depending on the combination. It's called hassle that doesn't work at all. That's mostly hassle. Well, some of the really effective combinations are mostly carried by craftsmen and countries, including the way they are processed, but they haven't been discovered yet."

The combination of the yarn of the great thorny ground spider (Athrabasik) and the 10,000-colored rock crab (Mousi Himp) was not necessarily a hassle, but it had the subtle effect of opening and closing nails.

Bannis and Akikawa visited the workshop just then when the collectors stopped supplying magic.

"Well, is that the leather of the Warcraft, also known as the Devil's Horse? The power of Akikawa is likely to hunt even if he disappears..."

Akikawa looks like she's in a hurry and shakes her neck to the side.

"I can't. Give me a break. You're gonna die."

I will do as much as I want if I'm grounded. That seems to be a good momentum.

"... pitiful"

"- Mr. Akikawa or something, I'm going to adjust."

Ekaitz took the relieved Akikawa to the back of the workshop.

The collector just tried to leave the workshop, but Vannis tried to speak up on its back.

- Bang.

Their actions were blocked by the sound of a rampantly open door.

In front of the open door stood the young man of the old country aristocracy the other day, Syrard, with his bloody face, and the collector looked disgusted.

But Syrard went straight to Vannis without getting tangled up like the other day.

"- Shame on you, I have a lot to ask of you"

To the momentum of Syrard's kneeling, Bannis inquires without panic.

"Let's talk first"

"Thank you very much."

"Calm down and talk."

"Also, I'm sorry. Actually, my sister was kidnapped."

Vanis' face gets rough.

Syrard gave details of the situation in Vanis' response to keep going.

A letter was delivered last night.

There it was written that he had kidnapped the daughter of the Uriate family, where it was written to move as a Kyoutian, or to have a ransom of one million ruts available within three days.

Three days later, if you are to be respectful, the Lord himself says that if you refuse to be respectful, put the money in your luggage and place it at the entrance to the forest at the foot of Dragon Mountain. If you fail to prepare or inform the gendarmerie, your daughter will be left to die.

The giver seems to be a group of Kyoujun extremists called "The Spear of the Feilong".

The Eurifranz crest is the Fei Long Knight, and they call themselves the spear of that knight.

Naturally hostile to the independent, North Baruch, the autonomous government of Baruch has taken a respectful stance, and North Baruch does not have such a radical move towards independence either.

In a small group organized against just a few radical independents, he said he had never made a move like kidnapping the daughter of an old rural nobleman who was largely powerless, albeit independentist.

"Did you prepare the money?

"… difficult, but I will manage to gather"

"Did you inform the gendarmerie?

"They don't move for North Baruch. Besides, there may be ears and eyes, and I can't tell the gendarmerie."

"So, what do you want from me? Unfortunately, we don't have that kind of money, do we?

"No. I'd like to ask you to rescue my sister in secret. I don't even think they'll give my sister back, assuming I just paid for it. Besides, when I think my sister is old enough to get into their dirty hands..."

Looking at Syrard, who looked stunned, Vanis took a breath away.

- Let's go.

Syrard looks like he was saved by Vanis' reply.

Akikawa, coming back from the back of the workshop with something to do with the noise, made an unexplained face.

The collector tried to sneak out of the workshop, worshipping Akikawa with sadness.

"- Wait."

The collector ignores it and tries to get through the door,

- Don't.

A long sword pierced the door in front of me. The collector looks at the vanis as if he were staring.

Vanis looked like he was straining his chest that he had done nothing wrong.

I need your help, too.

"- No. It's in my hands."

The collector responded promptly to Vanis' request and refused.

And why does Syrard look at a guy like this when he hears Vanis's request?

"People's lives are at stake. Forget the personal grievances."

"You don't know. This guy attacked me after I left the workshop in the meantime. I don't have such an in-laws."

When Bannis looked at Syrard like he was surprised, Syrard looked at him like a bum and looked away.

"... let me bow my head"

"I don't want it. I can't trust him."

"Come on. This man's sin and his daughter's life will be a different matter."

"If I'd been killed by him two days ago, you wouldn't have done that."

The collector put his hand on the door knob, avoiding the long sword that stabbed him in the door.

but my body doesn't move any more than that.

That should be it, too. A bannis stuffed between flights was grabbing the treasurer.

The collector felt the strength from that hand to the horror that Vanis had grabbed. It doesn't seem like Dada is the one who handles long swords freely with one hand.

Vanis whispers as he snuggles.

"... with the help of your hunting beast, I just want you to find out where the thief is and rescue your daughter while I'm attracting the thief"

"With all due diligence. I hope it's natural to work together."

As if to a collector unwilling to cooperate, Vanis lowers his voice whining that he has no choice.

"... you seem to be hiding something. Akikawa didn't say anything, but the atmosphere has changed only slightly since I met you."

"I don't know. Thanks to you for deluding me into seeing you on the boat back home from the whorehouse."

The collector sold Akikawa lightly. I wasn't promising anything either.

As a collector, it was better to be noticed.

"Well, did I? I should report it to your wife. But apart from that.

Still, it doesn't matter to me. I wasn't even willing to look into it. It didn't seem dangerous.

But if they're people who don't even know people's feelings, they don't talk about it. I have to do a lot of research. It's my job to keep the firepowder from falling on Akikawa. "

The collector tries not to change his expression, but if he comes like this, either way, it's bad.

Even if I refuse, they will investigate.

Admittedly, he is convinced that he is hiding something.

Vanis continues.

"I don't want to say this either.

So, if I'm gonna cooperate this time, I'm not gonna pry into you at all, and I'm not gonna tell anyone. I promise. That's right. Lend me one. That's fine. I'll pay you a little thanks. "

"... untrustworthy"

"He thinks I'm attached to a man who can't say why I'm Akikawa. Because they moved left. I don't want to hear from my boss, I don't want a woman with a strong head.

Besides, now he's picked up by his wife, and it's not like he's got a national string attached. Which means you're not obliged to report it to the state. "

Trying to ask why he would go so far for a stranger country aristocrat, the collector rethinks what he doesn't even have to ask.

Simply, it would be a sense of justice, a sense of righteousness.

But the collector couldn't give the answer.

I didn't like the way I decided that I would be able to rely on snow and white, my obsession with Syrard, and above all, my emotional Vanis.

Suddenly, Syrard knelt in front of the treasurer.

"- I did something sorry the other day. Will you please save my sister?"

A man of high pride lowered his head lightly.

Even though I don't know what kind of person the collector really helps.

I wonder how much you care about your sister.

As a collector, I almost got attacked, but I escaped.

And the killer bowed his head.

At this point the obsession with Syrard was somewhat dissolved.

I don't like how Vanis does it, but I don't know what it feels like. And if you really keep your promises, so does your hindsight worries.

Snow White will do it if you ask. Because it's only a matter of the inside of the collector that he doesn't want to ask Snow White for everything.

The collector seemed dissatisfied, he said.

"- Okay. Let's work together."

The face of Vanis makes me feel safer and the young man looks relieved.

The collector whispers in Vanis' ear.

"- But if I don't keep my word, I'll kill what I saved today. I don't need a reward, it's a loan."

I didn't want this to be good, and I don't even know if I could do that, but I had to show Vanis the right risk to do it, too, than the other guy negotiated with intimidation.

Because there's no guarantee that Vanis will keep his word.

But when he heard what the zodiac said, Bannis just turned his confident face, and the zodiac struck his tongue.

With a good grasp of the situation, Akikawa had bowed his head so peculiarly that he seemed to be able to take his head off.

But around not urging Vanis to reconsider, Akikawa also wants to save him.

After the explanation, however, Vanis was asked to explain the whorehouse street exposed by the collector, with a dazzling blue face of cold sweat.

The collector finally lowered his sip just a little to see how Akikawa looked.

If I decided to do it, things were quick.

That night Snow White spotted a group of 'Spears of the Flying Dragon' like Ajitos from the smell of the letter thrown in, and Vanis, Akikawa and the collectors rushed to the spot.

It was a small abandoned village near the woods.

It is one of the villages where livelihoods were not made and scattered by the Feilong disaster and banditry damage.

The small abandoned village was strewn with dirt walls, and only a little better houses, which would have been the village chief's house, were magically made into coarse fortresses by the soil elite, seemingly asite, from which there was a glimmer of light leaking.

As Vanis raised his voice at the entrance and was attracting thieves by destroying a simple gate with a blow per shield's body, the collectors, who were encroaching on the abandoned village with dark elf magic, stormed the village chief's house.

I could have used autonomous magic, but I couldn't expose my hand to Vanis, and I left it to the collectors, other than securing my daughter, not to mention that Snow White was training.

Bannis, who jumped into the village chief's house, saw it at the end of a battle between a bloody, Kukri knife manipulating possessor and a leader.

The leader feels like a little beautiful bandit, more like an assassin by wearing a face guard and hiding his face and an overall black collector.

While the collector received the leader's sword to his body, he slammed Kukri's sword on the leader at the mercy of his strength, and at the same time skewered his back with earthquake magic.

"- Are you all right?

Well, it seems that the keeper that it is uniform did not go unharmed.

All that remained in the village chief's house was one leader and three employees. As far as the arm of the leader earlier is concerned, he is not so much of an opponent with a hand injury.

While there are impressive techniques such as brilliant intrusion using dark elf magic and the simultaneous exercise of spiritual magic when waving the sword, the sword was so powerful that it could be expressed in a coarse word in each direction, and Vanis had the feeling that he was what a chaotic man he was.

- Kink.

On the night of the abandoned village, the sound of a sword bump sounds.

The thief was barely alive. The leader and two people who went outside just survived, and everything else was killed.

The body is frozen by the collector, the leader and the other two are tied up, plus he is stunned by the coma poison that the collector had.

The kidnapped Sirar's sister was only lucky to have been beaten, and now she was sleeping wrapped in snow and white hair. When she found out she had been helped by a collector, she lost consciousness as if she had lost her mind.

I was watching Akikawa put up a Kukri knife with a look of pity on his face.

Yes, the possessor was covered in vanities.

After that, I said in the tone that Vannis, who saw too many cluttered ways to fight the keeper, was still the name.

"Not that way of fighting...... ok, I'll teach you"

The collector was just finishing freezing dead bandits.

A collector whose arms are taken by a vanis and dragged away.

- Hey, silly, wait.

The power until horrible was not even freaked out where the collector put some effort into it.

How many swords and shields would have been aligned?

Vanis speaks like a teacher as he slaps the use of his shield and his body against the body of the keeper.

"... your sword is light"

That said, Vanis' story began with his personal grievances and not trying to help Sirar's sister, and he talked to teach her about the mindset of something powerful, the meaning to bear, etc.

They also know the tenacity of the collectors and Agathas,

"Lord Joseph, Lord Agatha, and the branch manager of Malnova were indeed tyrannical, but if you take a stand, you can see that there is faith and what you are carrying. Therefore its power is strong and heavy"

I'm starting to talk about it.

Probably not wrong.

But the collector was annoyed.

"I know what"

"- Put your swords together and you'll see."

That's all the collectors were, even more frustrated, and gave up.

The collector thinks we can barely tell each other by poking our fists at each other.

I don't know if it might be possible for humans of similar positions with some common sense, but it wouldn't be anything else.

The collector stopped questioning Vanis and at least stole as much technology as he could. That's all he did to motivate Vanis to train him.

The collector back in Bartis was at the Leyre tavern for some reason.

Those post-collectors left the abandoned village early in the morning to deliver the thief and Sirar's sister to Bartis, and were again deeply bowed their heads by Sirar and Sirar's sister, their family.

When he was finally released from it, this time nothing was heard by the lay of his niggling face, and he was taken to the liquor store.

"Thank you from me, too. Thank you so much."

It was a middle-aged hunter who had previously been involved in denigrating Estea at the Leyre liquor store who bowed his head to a collector who looked grumpy at the counter.