Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

Leaving only to take the collector alone, Raele stabbed her cheek behind the counter and looked at the middle-aged hunter who stood in front of the collector with a niggling grin.

Sorion Uriarte, a middle-aged hunter who bowed his head to the collector with such a depressing but unexpected look on his face, is the uncles of the Syrards.

"- I just came here at Estia's request and got caught up in that lady knight"

The collector said in a grumpy manner.

Not that I don't like the fact that Raleigh took me without asking me anything or that Vanis did or is looking at this one with his face. No, I don't like that either, but most importantly, I was concerned about what Vanis told me was' light 'like a fish bone stabbed in the throat.

I'm not sick of anything being told that my sword (one or the other) is light. Because the collectors are ordinary people, and living without yielding to the snow whites is the heaviest thing, they use their power heavily or lightly to humans who have different positions, ideas, and possible powers. Even if they say so, it is like understanding the readiness of birds flying in the air to moles, fish swimming in the sea.

So what are you pissed off about?

The collector didn't know it, he was frustrated, and he seemed grumpy.

Solion glanced at the words of the treasurer and leaked a roaring voice.

Before, and from time to time, Solion had called Estia a traitor. I didn't know what face to look like when they told me it was all because of Estia.

Layle looks at Solion's face from behind the counter and laughs even funnier.

"Let me thank that lady knight too. But that woman..."

"I don't know anything about you. I'm pretty sure I was in the area, and Estia's favor had an impact on me."

It is Esther's request to cooperate with Vannis's blackmail makeover and her request to hunter in Baruch that the collectors listen to Syrard's request, which was once hostile, and then only a little sympathy for her kidnapped daughter. The fact that Syrard bowed his head only has the effect of bringing the feelings of the collector closer to the state he was in before Syrard attacked him.

Even though they thanked me for something I didn't even want to do like this, I didn't know what to look like as a collector.

"... ok. Say thank you to Estia."

Sorion seemed to have some idea, but at the end of the day he bowed his head when he looked like a bum very similar to Syrard and left the tavern early.

It's annoying. What the hell is going on?

Raele laughs as she keeps her cheek cane on, with her eyes turned to her collector like that.

"You ask the person about Estia. But it's been a while since I've seen that face of Solion."

Raleigh's tearing grin touched something I'm going to miss.

The collector gave up on hearing the situation from the lay who seemed unwilling to speak, and ramblingly threw nuts, a pinch of booze, into his mouth.

"Mr. Bannis inconvenienced you"

Akikawa, who was at the same table as Vanis, came to the counter with the keeper when the keeper was polly-polypolizing the nuts in frustration, without even drinking in the liquor store.

At the time, Vanis seemed to compare himself to drinking with a hunter-like gotsui man at the table where Akikawa was.

"Stop if you think so."

"Sorry, I can't"

Akikawa to answer instantly.

I'm surprised at the speed with which you answered.

"... Could it have been forever?

"Eh, well, maybe once or twice a day"

"... pretty much every day. You're sad."

Akikawa, who did not stop Bannis from pressing.

No, you might be right to say it couldn't be stopped.

I don't know if it's as Akikawa or no because it's life-threatening only this time, but it's not even a day to rest your mind at this rate almost every day.

That's what I thought. When the collector looked at Akikawa, he felt his head thinner than he had seen without a heart or before the summons.

"... you look tough too"

Akikawa laughs powerlessly with some distant eyes.

The collector sympathized with Akikawa, who was swept by less than thirty women beyond fifty, and swallowed well, and poured the cheap liquor into a cup of wood, which he was luxurious to the lay, but did not swallow, before cooling it, and placing it in front of Akikawa.

Akikawa, too. Oh, I received that with all due respect, and I put my mouth to it.

"... it appears that this kidnapping was not committed by the Kyung-soo, but by an independent disguised as the Kyung-soo."

If the Uriates refuse to negotiate, they can kill their daughter and incite animosity towards the Kyoutis, and if they make demands, the Independents can save their daughter in front of the Uriates and raise the name of the Independents. If you pay the ransom, it will feed your future activities.

But around not thinking about when it fails, I guess it's not a big organization.

"Right. It's completely counterproductive."

Well, it doesn't matter to me.

"... ha"

Akikawa took a glimpse of Vanis and leaked his sigh.

"You're in trouble too."

"What, no, that's not true. Yeah, just a little rough."

The collector looked somewhat pitiful Akikawa and poured the liquor again to do it.

On the fifteenth day of the White Moon, the Caveman sent Snow White and Azrona back to Dragon Mountain first, and he was at Estea's.

Maybe he wanted to eliminate the indigestible frustration.

The collector held Estea to bump into frustration before reporting on Baruch.

"You're a hell of a mess today."

Estia said with a blanket on her bed and a slightly blameworthy voice.

The collector sits down on the bed and answers with his back to Estea.

"Oh, I'm sorry. There's a lot going on. And as promised, I went to North Baruch. Bartis and Donorbo, I forgot my name, but another place."

"Yeah, thanks"

The collector inquired into the tone of his voice, even though he said he knew.

"You knew."

"Hehe, just because I'm a whore doesn't mean I'm tied up in debt. I have quite a handout."

"Right."

"Oh, you're not listening? I think they said something around Bartis."

"If you want to talk, I'll lend you my ears."

Estea laughed with some pleasure when she heard the Founder's reply.

"You're sweet. It's not unusual. It's like everywhere."

Estia spoke like nothing.

Sleeping stories of whores and guests. Exactly like that.

Estia was chased by bandits at an early age, losing her parents and giving herself up to a relative of Bartis.

The house that came before me was never a wealthy house either, rather a cutlet, but now I think the inhabitants of Bartis, including their relatives, were very intimate to me.

But that was painful for Estia. I apologize to the relatives who took me away even though life was never easy.

Maybe he was in a hurry to stop bothering me sooner.

I liked the Malnovan man who visited Bartis at one point, tried to sand him with his hind legs without saying anything and jumped out of Bartis and married Malnova.

By that time, the firmness of Marnova and Bartis was deeply rooted, and there was nothing but betrayal, such as the Bartis' dowry to Marnova.

But the man died in about a year, and Estia, who had no place to return, could not return, was to live as a whore in Marnova.

Still, I wanted to thank Bartis for raising me, and Estia said this is what she hopes for whenever Hunter comes as a guest.

"So in the future, I want you to hunter in Baruch if you can. Of course, as long as you hunter me, I'll deal with you for half the price."

"I don't have any particular plans until the next ship to Longhua Country (Lonfa) leaves. Until then, I'll do it if I feel like it."

That's what the collector said and knocked his head back, pillowing Estia's knee.

"Yes, we're going to Longhua Country (Lonfa). That's a long way off. Can I ask you what you're going to do?"

"Mm-hmm. I'd love to see the desert of Sauran. Longhua is a relay point."

I never thought I'd want to see the desert.

"I don't have a home to go back to. I'll go wherever I want."

Estea wakes herself up, puts the collector's head firmly on her knees, and stares into the collector's eyes with cat-like blue eyes.

"Oh, does that mean I can go home?

"I don't know. You can go home if you want. You don't have to go home if you don't want to. If it seems troublesome to leave, you can go back. It's simple."

"... you're not nice"

I smiled as Estia said the opposite of what she had just said.

'Cause it doesn't rot after you decide for yourself.'

That's how the collector meditated his eyes.

Estia let her gaze wander into the void for a while as she stroked the hair of her fallen asleep collector.

When I went back to Dragon Mountain buying what I needed a collector who first drove my unprovoked frustration into the back of my mind, Azrona was waiting for me to innocently rejoice in the return of Snow White and the collector, who seemed as bumpy and grumpy as always in the Hidden Nest.

One day that day is spent on family services to Snow White and Azlona, and the collector starts preparing the painting the next day.

First it is white, but if the shells are crushed and melted, it is not usable for painting.

It's supposed to be glue. I need to know what it is, but the collector was getting tons of gelatinous stuff that was around the eyeballs of big-mouth jumping fish (Jal 'ala). Ilargi said that it is not uncommon to eat, but in the past, the court painter used to buy it. Apparently, he used it as glue, and the collector wore clams.

The collector peels each and every fresh white round shellfish removed from the food backpack.

Azrona looked up at me, wondering if I was concerned about the white round shellfish peeling. Behind me, Snow White was peeking at me.

Ilargi tells me that white round shellfish can be eaten raw or baked.

The collector senses the atmosphere when he takes one strip from the white round shellfish of fist magnitude and, uh, releases it to Azlona with his mouth open.

- Bassa.

Azrona jumps with the wings and catches the peel, or crashes with a knob that can't fly. However, it did not seem painful. He swelled his cheeks and hung white round shellfish on his cheeks looking mogmog and delicious.

The collector sees the snow white when he takes another strip away.

The snow white, still slightly grumpy, sits face to face against the collector who returns smelling like a woman, but the collector tries to throw his peel silently.

And Snow White, with a slightly surprised face, still sipped the strip in the air.

Snow White, who was caught in the food when he laughed at the meaty guy and the keeper coming, roared with his throat in remorse, but urged him to give it to me quickly while holding his mouth when he lined up next to Azlona with a sleigh of reopened.

"... sounds good to bake"

When the collector squeals so, he creates a stone net and foundation with stone sperm, where he embodies the fire sperm.

The shell was not cooked in a bowl because it was used, and the peel was cooked over a direct heat.

The peel dances with the joo-joo, moving from transparent to white.

Snow White and Azlona staring at it.

The species should be different, but it is strange because they have similar expressions (cao).

And just before the baking, when the collector dripped a drop of soy on his peel, the smell of shellfish, soy, and tide spread throughout the room. Then,

Snow and white sniffled.

Are you imitating that? Azrona makes me say he'll wipe his nose too.

When Snow White slapped the ground with Tacintasin and tail and demanded rice, Azlona also imitated it and rattled the pitampitan and tail.

They are still two very similar ones.

Snow White within living with a collector, and Azlona was also fully adapted to something called a person's cooking. Furthermore, the Warcraft is considerably tougher than the Earth's animals and so forth, and can be eaten flat even by those eaten and broken bellies by the Collector, who has previously become a toilet dweller due to his gastrointestinal toughness differences.

Anyway, it was easy for the collectors not to have to worry about food.

The collector operated similarly. He divided the shellfish into a dirt plate before the two and placed it.

Can I eat Azlona? Ask the collector with the upkeep that

Basically, when dishes are served, they should not be eaten until the keeper signals. This was perfect communication of will with the collector, and patience until the end of the

Snow White also hangs out with Azlona because he knows it with his own hands, but he drips from his mouth and is not very convincing.

"You can eat it."

In the words of the treasurer the two devoured by a suddenly roasted peel.

Snow White was eating hot shellfish as he fumbled, and Azlona, still a poor eater, cheeked hot shellfish all at once, spitting it out relieved and stuffy, and now she had the smiling sight of eating it roughly like a snub.

The collector continued to peel shellfish in the meantime, not only throwing it on a stone net but also into a boiling stone pan with water, trying to make something like liquor steaming, and frying it into a garlic stir-fry. It didn't look like he was getting ready for the painting at all.

After stripping the shellfish, the collector adjusted the shells of the white round shellfish so as not to burn them, while drying them carefully in hot air, crushing them, mixing the water and stretching them flat into a clay form, forcing them to dry again, finally completes the caramel pigment. It seems to be something to weather, but I just didn't have time for that.

And even more troublesome from here, the white had to be glued to the wool pigment from which the paint was based, this time mixing collagen around the large mouth eyes and adjusting it to my taste, and I had to try and error it by hand.

"You smell kind of good"

At dinner, Ziva came looking like a woman.

I was just weaving one piece of this cold but black thin cloth, and it was all clear.

Its thin and thin body was not as fleshy, but the imbalance between Ziva's image as a warrior and her thin and seemingly weak body had become an odd attraction that was hard to describe.

"... why is my house in a hall"

A collector sees Ziva with his jitsu eyes.

"The hall is capable of duplicate activation, activate your own hall when you go to a friend's house. Well, there's nothing harmful about it. Does that bother you?

"... if it's harmless. You want some? I mean, can you eat some?

The collector was eating white round shellfish suckers, steamed liquor, fried garlic and fried rice fried for dinner late.

The two already seemed satisfied and had a large bite of meat roasted for dinner, and now had Azlona twisted on the sleeping snowy tail to play with.

"If you have activated the hall, you can eat it. I can't eat smoke in this state rather than go outside the hall or stop activating the hall.

Well, I thought it would be nice to go out and eat smoke, so I came. Don't hesitate to make your own. "

As such, Ziva sat down with a thin cloth without looking like she cared about the eyes of the collector, and began to eat dishes on the platform as if to show off various things.

Actually, rather than show it off, I'm just indifferent.

Next to Ziva cheeks the dish for her heartfelt enjoyment, the collector who finished eating first finally drops the finished white onto a larger piece of paper already painted to some extent in ink.

The paper, which is also as large as the upper body of this collector, was found in Marnova, larger than the leaf paper, which is only as large or as notebook as the collector had ever used, and was available in a variety of sizes. Thanks to the invention of some brave men, a mass production system was in place and the price was affordable.

Existing rough paper would be expelled because of its better quality and cheaper than the existing paper that was found in this world, but it was not just cheaper than leaf paper made from demon trees, and the ordinary use of leaf paper, paperwork and large paper, was likely to be new paper.

I thought the collector didn't feel like he had benefited the brave man for the first time outside of his underwear.

Ziva had not eaten people's cooking in a long time and was in a good mood.

I've never eaten anything like salt soup before, but the smell of tide fell through my nose, so much so that it fits Ziva's tongue, or nose, that I wanted to feed the rest of my people.

Ziva glanced softly at the collector's painting as he stood up without sound, trying to ask how he would make this soup.

The painting, painted in the dark and white of the Founder's ink, was something I had never even seen today, when various painters were beginning to emerge on the Mid Continent, where only figure and religious paintings were available. It doesn't even resemble a Southeastern painting that was bought by a favorite white race in a foreign residence in Longhua.

But still not.

The background is blurred but there is no such thing as not knowing what is depicted, nor is it bad harmony with a woman who is elaborately depicted to the details embedded in it.

And the collector was using white against that background, perhaps to increase the light of the entire painting.

Yes, it's mysterious, and rare.

But that was it.

Ziva felt an emptiness in the painting of the treasurer. Do you think there is something missing that is common to a good painter?

But Ziva never told the collector about it.

I don't even need to tell you.

"Do we need to stick to black?

That's all Ziva said.

And I put some gemstone-like stuff next to the keeper where I took it from.

"It's meal money. Make it again if you feel like it. What, not a big stone. Somewhere back in the day, I heard that paintings sometimes used gems."

The collector was like a lapis lazuli when he looked at the jewels that Ziva had placed uncrafted, or orange or red jewels with very different colors similar to them.

The collector was immersed in the painting.

Sometimes Ziva came for a dish, Ziva saw Azrona teasing because she couldn't get a keeper to stand up for her, Ziva tried to associate Bournewyburn's Gaziaji with Azrona, and for some reason Azrona nostalgic to Gaziaji, where she was able to communicate with her will, and voluntarily tried to train her flight while consulting with Gaziaji, and Snow, angry at leaving Azrona alone, hit a keeper with every depression of her own.

And while he was doing that, the collector soaked up his promotion exam.

One evening after completing the painting eighty percent way, I casually asked Ziva the date, and the collector said in the answer that it was the thirty-third day of the white moon, but I think back to the next moment, okay.

There was no reason to rush for promotion.

The day after that, the collector who finished painting the big picture stretches one.

And I saw Azrona looking up at the collector with her moistened eyes, all she wanted was snow and white to fall asleep with a slightly grumpy face.

"… go hunting (abalone)"

Snow White won't be deluded by that. He even says it all the time. He turns to the side but begins to soften somewhat, and Azrona honestly shouts her giggly joy and urges the collector to hold him.

"When you're ready."

The collector wears his armor, and when he wears his weapon, he pinches Azlona's tail together, shaking him in plain sight in front of his face.

Azrona was just so happy that it seemed fun.

When the collector threw Azrona into the hood of his back, he headed outside waiting for Snow White to be now or now.

The collectors who went down Dragon Mountain and started hunting (abalone) in North Baruch.

He acted as a relaxed hunter without anyone interrupting him, while at the request of the village at the end of the hunt.

Try swimming Azlona in a mysterious lake in the deep woods, try dropping snow whites peering at the lake with the zodiac pointing at the prankster, and angry snow whites dragging the zodiac to sink, and the zodiac freezing in the out-of-the-box cold water, where the zodiac also managed to resolve snow whites and Azlona's grievances. The zodiac returned to Bartis once the report had been received, before heading to Marnova.

Fiftieth of the White Moon.

When the sun went down, the snow glistened.

It is snow a little earlier than usual.

Most villages finish the harvest this time of year and the harvest festival takes place with thanks for the fruit. It was common to do so in this period after all the harvests had been completed.

Marnova is also the best around here, not least in Eurifranz, where there is a festival on a finger fold scale.

The collector was somewhat in Marnova with a floating atmosphere before such a festival.

Today the treasurer, who rarely deposited the Snow Whites in the Warcraft Stables, plans to stay overnight in Marnova.

But it was not to take part in the festival of Marnova, but to deliver the message of Layle to Estea.

As an example, the collector who bought Estea and held her was talking to Estea, who lay wrapped in a blanket.

"- I left a message from Raleigh saying if you don't want to come to the harvest festival"

Estea looked eh when the collector cut it out like that.

The collector briefly told us what was going on at that time.

"- There's a harvest festival nearby, and I'd like to call Estea there, too. You can take this as a favor."

Raele said so and put down ten shitty ten rutz notes.

It was well understood by the collector who was making the request in North Baruch that it would be a considerable sum in Bartice today, albeit a hundred ruts.

He nodded as though Ekaitz was natural when he looked over at the tavern as the collector confirmed, and didn't say anything that would reject it if there was anything in his mind that Sorion, the middle-aged hunter who cursed Estia as a traitor, also thought.

"We can't even cover whether Estea's coming or not, can we?

"I don't mind."

The collector received the note and received the request.

We are going to Marnova anyway.

"- You're coming too. That's part of the request."

The collector looked subtle and left the tavern behind.

Estea, who I heard about, didn't seem to know what to do and didn't respond.

The rest depends on Estia. The collector meditated his eyes and pulled up the blanket.

The next morning, rather than the next, was when the sun was closer to Jomtien.

The collector cursorily wakes up and dresses, but realizes that there is no Estea.

I put the money down as usual even though I thought haha, and there was Estea when I opened the entrance and exit door trying to get home.

Not the inflammatory outfit you always see in the room, but dressed like a city daughter who seemed to be everywhere in the blouse called a skirt, which was oddly fresh in the eyes of the collector.

"Oh, good morning. I didn't wake her up because she seemed to be asleep quite well."

"... good morning. I keep the money."

Oh, yeah.

Then when the collector turned his back on Estea, he heard a rushing footsteps behind him called Patapata.

And as the collector went outside the building, Estea caught up with him for a small run.

"Didn't you get enough?

"Shopping. Can I come with you?

When the collector nodded because he had no business in particular, Estia walked out about beside the collector.

It was a daily shopping without other love.

Meat, vegetables, bread, etc. would probably be somewhat wealthier than the average person, but Estia wasn't shopping that expensive.

"You're gonna eat this."

"'Cause it's just manual labor"

"... Indeed"

"So it's a harvest festival, but I'm coming."

Estea said that casually and in a really casual way.

Probably followed for that.

"Right. Then we'll see each other in three days."

"Are you coming too?

"They're calling me by the ray. Oh, no, you can't even go with your bare hands. Now pick a souvenir. I have no idea what I want."

The collector gave ten shitty ten rutz notes to Estea.

Then after a while, when Estea finished shopping, the two broke up.

The collector visited the association after he broke up with Estea and asked him about the ship to Longhua and the next exam date he did not even know if he would follow.

So far, the ship is likely to be able to leave for Longhua Country around a day on the Aemon as planned.

The next test date was the sixty-fifth day of the white moon.

The collector bought the newspaper, which had just been released, at a retailer in the association, and when he formed a table in the corner of the association, he ordered it appropriately from the clerk before spreading the newspaper.

"Due to the work of the brave, simultaneous and multiple large-scale warcraft disasters in Ankhwar begin to head in the direction of sedation"

Starting from the side that

"The notice of the Thief Skeleton was delivered to the National Chamber of Commerce in Marnova ~"

"Pirates are captured in Donorbo."

"Healing Without Borders, organized by the Brave, works in Ankhwar ~"

"The new captain of El Rodriana's hunting team" White Spear "is finally decided"

"A brave man singing songs from different worlds announces plans to tour major cities ~"

"North Baruch fanatical independents kidnap innocent citizens ~"

"A sign that cross-world fashion is fashionable from the album. Focusing on senators, former nobles and the wealthy ~ '

From some of the articles, the collector inadvertently decided to find out who Ziva was.

Thief skeleton.

I guess that's what Ziva's public looks like.

And I was remembering the jewels I was given while eating the pasta modoki I ordered that if I were a thief, I might also know the ingredients of the painting.

Harvest Festival Day.

As the little snow flickers, Estea in the Warcraft arrives in Bartis after noon and heads to the Leyre tavern.

The city had already begun a harvest festival, and Estia had missed a city and festival that was not so different from when she was still poor.

And so there was a burden for flying out a place that could also be called the second home.

Still, Estea pulls the door of Raele's tavern in a casual breeze.

I just came because I want to go. You just have to go home if you need anything.

It is what I have done.

Because even if you are scolded, it is natural.

I stepped into the tavern with such simplicity in mind.

Estia was feeling her gaze gathering in her skin.

The eyes of those who know Estea.

And eyes that look at whores.

I know how whores can be seen.

Because I know that. Estea rarely got used to arming and hugging customers in public.

But there's nothing behind me as a whore.

Estia strained her chest, as usual, and proceeded.

Raele didn't say anything and hugged Estia.

Estea buried in a well-width ray.

"You've come home so often."

Estea seems to be saying something about a mochi, but she's buried in a ray and unspoken.

Relatives who took Estea had also died, and Layle took care of her from the time she was taken over by relatives, so to speak, like her mother. There's no way I'm not happy to be told I've been back at such a ray a lot.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"No.... Um"

"Hey, back."

It was Ekaitz's nostalgic voice.

Estea looked at Ekaitz, holding him by the ray, and then looked over at the approximate tavern.

I used to be a little younger. Solion welcomed me with a bottle of liquor that looked like a bunch of bad faces, and both Uncle Ur and Andale, who used to live in the neighborhood, laughed.

"- I'm sorry I popped up without saying anything."

Estea wept when she said so while being held by Raleigh.

The harvest festival was a turning point for Estia.

Estia had a warm grin from the bottom of her heart for the first time in a long time surrounded by echeits, solions and city acquaintances.

Everyone knew Estia was a Marnova whore but now Bartis was poor, everyone shared the bitterness of life and had nothing to blame for standing out.

Perhaps this neighborhood was also an incompatible part of the harsh Sandra religion of Marnova against prostitutes.

The tavern was wrapped in a warm grin.

When the collector confirmed it in the corner of the tavern, he snuck behind the store.

Estea seems to be doing well being welcomed, but the collector was forced to be vigilant.

The harvest festival also had invitations to accompany Goddess of the Moon, Vanis, Akikawa, and Joseph and Fanf.

Fanf also hunted in North Baruch as part of his service under Joseph's supervision.

It is only natural to invite them to contribute as hunters in North Baruch, where there are few hunters as lay.

Fire began to burn in the square around the evening.

Wooden together. It is lit, and the people of the city surround it, drink, sing and dance thoughtfully.

That was no exception with the entourage of the Moon Goddess, and the women seemed to interact more with the people of the city with pleasure.

It snowed slightly and it was cold, but the city didn't seem to care.

The collector was staring at the flames on a faraway roll.

I couldn't do anything like dance in this kind of place, and I would have enjoyed watching it one way or another.

"- I wish you could call me, too."

Estea spoke to the collector from behind.

"There's no such thing as a customer sticking his neck in a whore's private place."

"Yes."

Estea said nothing more and stared at the flames, keeping a moderate distance from the collector.

Just then, across the burning fire, the collector learns to snap into his sight.

Joseph, and is a fan.

Just for a moment, his gaze crossed across the flame, but the fans immediately lay down their eyes, and Joseph cared for such a fan and cut his gaze.

Has the relationship with the entourage of the goddess of the moon, Joseph and Fanf since we came to Bartis been such as silencing each other?

The collector tried to leave the scene behind if there was nothing.

- Wow, wow, wow!

From somewhere, there was a loud scream.

The harvest festival was surrounded by unusual hustle and bustle.

An unidentified thief was pouring into the city of Bartis.

As the collectors will find out later, the recent kidnapping by the collectors, carried out by the radical independents under the guise of Kyung-soo, had prevented them from getting rid of their position in North Baruch and had begun to divide themselves as an organization.

Some of them resented the Uriate family for stopping the kidnapping, and Bartis was the one who betrayed the former villagers who had eaten and almost become thieves. What was it that drove him by mouth, causing something like an unplanned rampage?

But it would be unlucky for the thieves, and fortunate for those of Bartis, to have now on this occasion the entourage of the goddess of the moon, Joseph, Fanf, Bannis, Akikawa, and the treasurers.

Fireballs, thunderbolts, and ice piles fly through feathery snowy nights.

Even men and women dressed in dirty clothes were attacking the city with blood running eyes with swords, spears, and bars and agricultural tools that could not be weapons.

But Vanis wields a shield and a long sword against the thieves who persist in the square, and Dawi literally wipes out the machete endlessly, and Joseph wields a magic knife that resembles a knife with the effect of healing inhibition, barrier attenuation, instantly dominates the enemy.

It didn't have to kill them, they were all mowing their consciousness with one blow.

The entourage of the goddess of the rest of the moon pushed the people of the city more and more into nearby houses, focusing on protecting their surroundings, while covering and shooting at those who fought on the front lines.

The collector also waved a Kukri knife right behind the three men who jumped into the thief so that no enemy could leak into the rear guard, inhibiting his actions with dirt piles and ice walls.

And with a whistle, he called snow and white, asking them to have priority control over the thieves trying to impose on the impertinent imitation so as not to be Donorbo's two dances.

The enemies were numerous, but ordinary people themselves, such as individual powers, did not even take control.

It took time, but it wasn't that hard to crack down on.

Joseph dropped his hips in the square and a fan rushed over there.

"... I'm old enough"

There were no more moving thieves.

I found a collector while Vannis looked around, and he gave me a grin that just said he did well, and even Dawi just glanced lightly at me even at this time, even with his eyes with the collector, and he didn't skip hostility.

The square wasn't dead, but even Arisa wanted to say it was dead.

When the collectors began to restrain the thieves rolling in the square, freezing their hands and feet, and so on, the people of the city who had been evacuated returned to the square and began to thank the people who had fought with their mouths.

He who bows his head deeply, he who embraces, he who shakes his hand in everything and gives thanks.

The collectors holding the thieves were also thanked once more by Raleigh, Echites, etc., and Estea approached them to shy away at the end.

"Thank you -"

That's what Estia said, and she looked like.

Suddenly the thieves arrived, all at this time, forgetting the certainty of both the keepers and the entourage of the Moon Goddess, united to defend the city.

No one thought that Fanf would pull out the demonic knife that Joseph was putting down and letting go of his hand in one act and pierce the keeper for each Estea.

At that moment, the two were only entered into the fire wave.