The Skill Collector

The dining room on the ground floor of the usual inn.

Spending a whole lot of time in the window seat, my client came.

"Welcome...... no"

Cheiri, the billboard daughter of the inn, smiled and the movement stopped as she tried to run over to the guests. I keep smiling somehow, but my cheeks are tingling and cramping.

"This is a beautiful young lady. Where is the collector?

As he walked over to Ceiri, the young man spoke with his bright white teeth shining.

She softly raises her right arm and points at me.

"Oh, there you are!

You just found me, but you're amazed at me with your arms wide open.

And the young man approached me as I stepped on the floorboard and let him.

I'm the one with the promise, but the outfit is badly noticeable.

Just blue polished full-body armor, as if it were a gem, catches people's attention, but an over-decorated sword with a golden eagle on the back.

The beauty of the young man's face goes hand in hand and catches his eye.

Standing face to face with me, I sit down gracefully with my blonde hair up.

The motion is more and more dramatic.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting. I'll get the brave man the drink he deserves. Whoa, keep it a secret that you're a brave man. It's a secret between your daughter and me."

When the young man winks and orders, Cheiri walks away, desperately trying not to break the sales laugh.

I wasn't overtly surprised because she's also an actor, but if she was a sumile with honesty, she would have been on her face and attitude.

"I don't feel like it, but it's like a body full of nature and women."

You're putting your hair up again. I wish I could hang up if I disturbed you.

If I let it go like this, they're going to be listening to me brag about it extensively. Cut it out of here.

"By the way, brave man. What can I do for you?

When he speaks with the brave, the young man has a full grin.

Him... it's easy to get in the mood for a brave man.

"You got the information that you're smart as a collector, and there's one thing I'd like you to ask for as a brave man."

"If I can do it."

"I know you know me, but I'll explain just in case! This is Shrizer, a brave man who has sealed a demon king with the power to destroy the world, looking to be resurrected once every twenty years!

I look out with tender eyes at the brave men who cry out loud throughout the inn.

By the way, his name is a call I made myself. I just appropriately chose what sounded good in the words that were in the ancient literature. Apparently his real name is an adorable name named Pomru.

He was made to deal with the Demon King, who loves to play, set to be resurrected once every twenty years - a chosen and brave man.

By the way, the criterion by which a country chooses the brave is that it has a certain strength. More than intermediate adventurers if you are an adventurer and analogy.

Another condition is the face. As a brave man, it becomes a symbol of the country and is used in festivals and diplomacy, so good looks are important.

In front of the building, only those chosen as legendary braves can pull out the golden sword - also known as the Brave Sword - which means that they were chosen to pull out.

Well, that's also a fine workmanship on the pedestal, and I only made sure it came off when he pulled it.

He is the brave man of ornaments made by such a nation.

"I'm the chosen and brave one, but I've had a problem lately."

Put your hand on your forehead and shake your head left or right. And he sighed loudly deliberately.

Which behavior smells like play. That's also less acting.

I looked into my skills, but 'acting' skills didn't exist.

"I've defeated the demon king, and I think I'm the strongest."

"... Yes"

You're on the wrong track with your strengths.

He is never weak. By the time we got under the Demon King, even though it was a play, we had fought and defeated the demons in the cave.

Although the demons defeated are not actually killed because they are part of an increased number of demons using the demon skills of the Demon King's subordinates, 'Transformation' and 'Divisions'.... Is it wild to say that?

The demon kings also have trouble when the brave ones are weak, so they have spent months in the cave pretending to attack the brave ones, and they have followed the archery, so their strength is to the extent of stepping into advanced adventurers.

"I thought it would be a mistake for me, the strongest of all, to spend my days in that country for no reason! Not as much in this world as the Demon King, but there are a great many people whose vicious demons exist and are tormented!

"... Yes"

I guess the brave man who grips his fist and trembles as a messenger is not a bad man.... if you close your eyes to something over-conscious and conspicuous.

I look familiar to someone who's on track with this kind of strength wrong. Will the swordsmanship dojo inheritance encourage workouts?

"I'm thinking of embarking on a journey to exterminate those demons, but I was gathering my companions to accompany me."

So for the first time I saw a slight shade in his confident face.

"Oh? Didn't the brave men have company?

"Well, you know, a lot of things."

A brave man clouding his words.

What is he hiding...... Actually, I know it all.

My fellow brave men are adventurers who know what the country has hired. Faces that play a part in the play by giving them high rewards.

Because otherwise the Demon Kings can't cope with the wrong scene of the play or unexpected events that aren't in the scenario. It's only a play with their cooperation, and it can be a comedy that only the brave don't know that.

At the beginning, we gathered brave people from the surrounding countries, but other countries gradually became reluctant to allocate talented personnel, and at some point they entrusted everything to this country.

As a result... a brave man has been created who has mistaken his strength.

So, what do we do? As a country, you just have to behave like that as a symbol of your country for twenty years when the next brave man appears. If you jump outside and die, you will be wounded by the title of brave man who sealed the Demon King.

It was no coincidence that the brave man got my information, but the result of inducing the country to turn its hand and come here. The great man of the country has asked me to "do something about the brave man".

If you just snap an overstretched nose, I'll show you the difference in strength.

In fact, I do the method to a certain swordsmanship clan.

But in this case, you can't completely lose confidence. It's best to make them give up on going on a journey from themselves.

"I mean, I want you to mediate with your fellow travelers. So."

"Yeah. Can't you please?

"Okay. I know a few good people."

- For the right people for brave people to give up their journey.

He decided to rent out the practice area of the Adventurer Guild, where he would hold a selection of talent that the brave men deserved.

Get a chair and a brave man sits, and next to him I'm standing.

"We need a resilient avant-garde first! I hope you have the strength you deserve to fight shoulder to shoulder with me. Oh, I'd prefer a woman if I could."

Return a smile to the brave man who speaks of honest desire.

The facades I gather by contacting someone I know are held back across the door leading to the practice area.

"Then I'll introduce you to the first one. Because you wanted an avant-garde, you're a woman who can withstand any attack and crush all enemies with" Power ". Okay, stick it out."

When the door opened, a woman walked out of it.

"What, this guy?

I don't know what it's like to be a brave man staring suspiciously at that person.

What showed up was a thin, dirty, worn out dress in blushing hair. I am not equipped with weapons or protective equipment.

... the dress is worn out again. I gave you a new one before. Have you done this already?

"Her name is Kuyoli. As a wall guard against enemies in the avant-garde, he's a powerful man who won't allow anyone else to follow him."

A brave man is frowning and staring at me. I don't trust this face at all.

I don't know if I can do it. Because I only look like a woman with no hegemony from anywhere.

"My name is Evidence over Theory. You'll have her fight a little here. Come on out, you dirty bastard."

When I swapped one of my skills for 'Summoning Magic' and chanted the spell, a large adult degree of golem appeared all the way from the ground.

Throw the great sword over the golem, which was erected against the wall of the practice field, and you receive it in an agile motion that you cannot imagine from its appearance.

"I have a lot to go into. The collector's a merchant, isn't he? Unless the summoning of the Golem is a powerful wizard..."

"It's kind of noisy when you're a pedestrian. It's also convenient for carrying loads and stuff, so it's easy to use. That's how the battle begins."

He was an unconvinced brave man, but he looked reluctantly at her because he seemed interested in the Battle of Cuyoli.

Golem shakes up a sword with a crushed practice blade, but she doesn't try to move with Bo staring.

The roared and swung sword hits her on the shoulder. The blow, swung down by the Golem's power, though the blade was crushed, broke her shoulder easily and pushed longitudinally through her body, causing a cut-top to slip into the ground.

"Hiya!

A scream leaks from the brave man's mouth at the sight of his body splitting into two parts and spraying a large amount of blood, creating a town of blood on the ground.

"Oh, good."

Cuyoli grabbed his body with his left hand as his right half of his body, severed in half, was about to fall, aligning the cutting surface with his body.

Then as I see it, my body joins in, and other than the dress goes back to normal.

"Ha ⁉ eh, that! Ha!"

Rise and shake my shoulders violently. The face of the brave is pale.

There was also a battle in the Cave of the Demon King's Crusade, but there were few tragic occasions, so is it intolerable?

"That's Super Recovery. If you attack to that extent, you'll play it in no time."

It's really the power of 'immortality', but let's keep quiet there.

"Yes, no, in the dimension of recovery."

"Whoa, it's her attack. There you go."

When I turn my gaze on Cuyoli, a brave man turns to me.

When she turned her arms around with glue, her fists touched the belly of the golem, rolled out with a cute hanging voice called "no".

At that moment, the dirt in the belly of the Golem blows towards his back, and his upper and lower body are crushed and crushed against the wall of the practice field.

"There is also 'power' in this way, so you can leave the attack to the defensive as well as the defensive"

I spoke to a face pale brave man, but he's not responding.

I can't seem to afford to respond by just following Cuyoli with my eyes as he walks over here with Tokotoko.

"Is this it, the collector?

"Yes, good job"

"Don't forget to spend some time sightseeing and dinner in the city later."

"I'll take you to a store for you."

Saying so, Cuyoli laughed with his face down.

The first introduction is over, but the brave man is scared off her back walking away.

"What do you think? I think it's a woman who specializes in defense and attack."

"Oh, yeah! I guess I don't have to be a woman. With a benign and dependable avant-garde!

"That's what I thought you'd say. Of course, we also have a flexible avant-garde. Thank you to:"

It was the man who sparingly exposed the muscular beauty of the reverse triangle who showed himself through the door.

A side full of wild flavor in your hair reminiscent of lion's tenderness. At first sight, the brave also felt that the man was strong.

My face takes nature and seriousness.

Even a decorative brave man notices the difference between him and the champion.

"Collector, what am I supposed to do? As promised, I'll buy you a drink later."

"Yes, I'll offer you a drink to keep. I'm having dinner with Mr. Cuyoli tonight, so how about you join me?

There was a sound of wind coming from the rear, so I leaned my neck slightly. One side of both open doors passed the position I had just had my head in.

The iron door is sticking straight into the wall of the practice area. Turn your face only to the rear, and you have a cuckoo that swells your cheeks and stares at this one. Hold the other door in your hand.

"Collector, that's not true. That's why you're still single."

"Aren't you single?"

"I'm a hassle, so I'm just appropriately embellished. Come with me."

I can't argue with the champion because he sees a little bit of the beauty in it.

... softly, cast a spell out of sight of the cuyoli.

"Now, come out, you fierce, earthy man. A lot."

Ten golems appear from the ground to match my chant. This time too, with a weapon in hand from the beginning.

"I'm sorry... The deception is cluttered. Hey, man!

"About what? Here we go."

"What, those numbers alone are impotent... duh..."

A brave man who tried to get into a stop has seen the sight and is losing his word.

Just as the champion waved his arms gently, the golem crushed one after the other. It's a nasty response to an opponent's attack or to grab a weapon and throw it away.

He's overwhelmed the golem with yawning, but if you look closely, he hasn't moved a step off the spot.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, what the hell is that guy? ⁉"

Brave man screaming in his ear, approaching the point where his face seemed to run out on my cheek.

Yeah, already, it's on my own to get excited, but my spit is splashed and dirty.

I told the champion to get his hands off me... but is that still keeping me from doing the best I can?

"A benign avant-garde of hope, though?

"Hey, I was wondering if I was a little over-bound. I'm not the one who stands out."

At the end of the day, I'll let you do something you didn't ask.

You don't seem to want to admit that you're weak, "That's out of standard. It's not that I'm weak... it's not," he groans, "but a little bit seems to have seen reality, more than anything.

"Well, uh, enough with the avant-garde, so get the rear guard. Ah, I'd like a recovery job! Clean minded clergy or something!

"Then I'm calling you to account."

It was a priest with steel reason who emerged from the door. And the chase appeared.

Afterwards, the brave man found out that he was inferior to them, both in strength and in his charm as a man, and returned to his homeland awesomely.

The brave man who lost confidence said he would look back at himself again. Because of my high self-esteem, I won't be spreading things around here.

I also feel that this would have been the same if I had broken my confidence, but if the result is good, is everything okay?

If there is a problem...... How can you treat a cuyoli who doesn't even try to hide his grump behind my back?