Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

9 - Warcraft 7

The burning of dry bushes in the shadow of the rock begins small with the fire sperm.

It was a cold night. The smaller one was wrapped around the blanket, but the bigger one seemed to loosen the smoke well from about ten centimeters of branches I added to my mouth in a light attire with only the chest deck on.

It was the camp of the hunters who came to hunt for the Parent Warcraft.

"Mr. Maxime doesn't seem cold."

'Cause there's still daytime fever.'

"Only now, I envy you."

The big man, called Maxime, softens his arm muscles.

"Oh, that's fine. Do you want me to show you what a young maiden looks like?"

The little shortcut brunette gets laid.

"Not as brave as Sama's The Gift of the Spirit."

"Duh, duh?

"Oh, God bless you over there."

"Are you talking about protection? I mean, brave Sama, really, Camben."

I haven't been summoned for six months, and I was sick and tired of being called a brave brave man even though I didn't have a demon king. No, I might be more right that I was fed up with the appearance of other summoners who were limited early on and were concerned about being deceived.

The brunette looks resentful to the muscle mustache Dharma laughing at the Guerraggera.

"You know what? Anyway, hunters want to know where their prey is."

The brunette girl's power is mapping and marking.

A map within a certain range centered around itself appears in the brain, where it marks in real time a presence with more than a certain power, red, with more than a certain hostility or harmfulness towards the girl.

This constant range, a constant force, is the crook, and sometimes the meadow rays are marked as uncertain about the basic values of the range and force. Moreover, even with its hostility and harmfulness, the reaction was wide-ranging, and it was also uncertain how much hostility it was reacting with, from slight ill feelings to killing.

Girl nagging. Spills pounding.

"... I'm sorry, it's just a clutch."

No strength, no magic, nothing we can call combat capability, and it's been put on Maxime's back to get here.

"I don't know. Hunters share roles, help is fundamental. I was able to hunt for Irnik because I was able to get here intact. I can still sleep safely, and I'm not anxious to go home."

Maxime says in a straight face.

"I pulled it because I needed a clam. Don't worry, one or two of you, dwarf."

It had become a girl's complex more than I thought it would have been useless and cold-handed in the summoned country.

Maxeem was guessing it.

The black-haired girl, called Akari, laughed in the light of the smell and bushed to the fire elf to delude her.

"... but that warcraft, why did you attack me?"

After a small elongation, the acari moves his mouth to exorcise drowsiness.

"It's called the White Fantasy of the Allerduria Mountains, and only a dozen of them have been hunted over the past hundred years because they don't show up so rumoured to have attacked people. Once a year, I also wonder if that's the case given that only one group is allowed to try, but if you're as belligerent as you are today, it's not weird to be hunted more, you know?"

Maxime threw the shortened smoke tree into the fire sperm.

"I don't know."

And I take the smoke tree out of my hips again.

The fire elf flies flutterly and lights the smoke tree.

"I'm sorry."

It's a practice, Akali said.

This is my own imagination, but Maxeem talked in advance.

"Maybe you hated sitting and waiting for death. Although not belligerent as a species, there are individual differences"

"Sick, is it?

"No, aren't you old? I've never seen it or heard it. Say it because of its size. And my legs fell out in the middle of the fight, and that was a gap for us."

I wonder if Akali is old.

"Don't look at me, I'm still young, even to my city sisters."

"Oh, that's fine"

"... it's not like a kingdom-leading class hunter will try anytime."

It is a scratch.

Only this time was the Royal Government pushed against the Association as a test stone for the brave.

"Look, go to sleep now. Tomorrow's early."

It is scheduled first thing in the morning.

"But there's a watch..."

"I don't sleep for the time being, I mean, I don't have human skin."

"Sexual harassment, you jerk."

Akari lay down wrapped in a punska and blanket.