Free Life ~Record of the Struggle of a Different World General Merchant~

"What does the teacher think about the Black Knight?

The next day after finishing his work at the Mampu Pavilion, Guitar University was attending Royal School as a temporary lecturer once a week. So, greetings are there, too, and this is the word thrown at me.

"Oh, my God, to the stick. Are we talking about the Black Knight again?

"Because, Doctor. The Black Knight showed up again last night. I'm already worried about you."

Sophomore year s female students raise their yellow voices. Apparently, the topic of the Black Knight is sensational, even for those of them who live in the upper classes. Where does the word lady go, the curly haired ladies raped like little birds, and continue to shudder.

Seeing how it went, Noble Daisy - the man in the Black Knight snuck out a sigh and blurred with a small voice. "Again," he said. "Also, did the Black Knight come out".

More than two months after you became a Black Knight and played Dead Fight with Chaos Dragon. Granferia could still hold on to the topic of the Black Knight and hear his name there in the city.

Who is the Black Knight? Is it a man, or a woman? The level, after all, 250? So you're the new brave man? For that matter, I don't hear about the commissioning coming down.

How can black knights not reveal who they are? If you only have the power to defeat the Chaos Dragon, then you can be king of one nation. But he tells nothing and demands nothing. After defeating the enemy to be defeated, it disappears into darkness.

Is it God's use? Is it an incarnation of good and evil? For this reason, the activities are irregular and do not do anything to remedy all the vulnerable. The incidence of crime in Granferia has not changed much before or after the appearance of the Black Knight, and it is a routine tea meal such as the wildlings waging violence.

What's the purpose? If you think you've defeated Chaos Dragon, what is the purpose of a man who lets a drunkard of poor nature try moxibustion? Do you want to act as an ally of justice? So, you mean narcissist? To do so, it also appears to be avoiding people.

There is very little we know about the Black Knight. I don't even know where he comes from and goes. But those mysteries, at the same time, had greatly enhanced his charm.

Eastwind was originally an indispensable country on the subject of the strong. Brave men also visit once a year, and the visit of the elders of High Elves is not a rare story. 'Iron Kaufman' is still staying in the country, and the Knights leader, Adventurer Guild leader, who was hurt in self-esteem in earlier chaotic dragon warfare, has recently become more and more polished to strength.

Of the mighty beyond level 200, why is only the Black Knight spoken of in prosperity? That would still be due to his mysticity.

If you just defeat the Chaos Dragon, you might even be able to do it for brave men and Elf elders. The ideal image of a knight would be that of a Kaufman, a knight captain, or a strong man, and none would be better than a killer killer. Still, the only reason the Black Knight is told apart from them is by no means' fresh stuff '.

Because I don't know. Because I don't know everything about the Black Knight. Because the Black Knight hides many mysteries from him.

Its mystery inspires curiosity about the existence of the Black Knight. Because I don't know, people make arguments verbally. Conflict opinions with others and try to loom over the identity of the mysterious knight.

Still, you can't possibly get the answer, and the story just goes empty. It is precisely this that mystery calls for mystery, as if the more we speak, the farther away the truth.

But people talk a lot, as if they were floated by heat. Cross gestures, oh no, or this way, it inflates your fantasy indefinitely.

Because such considerations and arguments are more fun for them than anything else. It's like a rat spinning a pulley, circling opinions and thoughts, which in itself is irresistibly interesting. That's why people prefer mystery and gossip, and they are inexorably attracted to mystery.

The goal is not to get answers. It is in the process that humans find pleasure, fun.

"Last night, they caught a spy from another country, right? And, is the story true, then, that the Black Knight is a secret of the royal direct reports? What do you think of Mr. Camilla?

"Wow, I don't think so. If you have the kind of talent to defeat Chaos Dragon alone, you can think of as many other uses as you want."

"Right? So, what about the head of the back society?

"Well, then, this country has been taken over by now. I think..."

Even the shy Camilla joins the circle of stories to have an argument with her classmates. Seeing that, Guitar pointed his fed up face behind the classroom, saying that the Black Knight fever was also superb here.

There were François, the only daughter of the great nobility, and Dorothea, an international student from neighbouring Bartoloa. They spread the great book and read it quietly, without ever joining the Black Knight rigging.

Here you finally find a decent human being, a noble man approaching them with a grin. But when they saw the title written on the back cover of the book in their hands, that smile froze.

"The Black Knight Story"

Just released two days ago, it's a hero Tan on the subject of the Black Knight. Beginning with a preface that sums up his birth, the bloody adventure continues, and ends with a confrontation with Chaos Dragon.

In that story, the Black Knight was considered a prince of the diaspora who fell into the Underworld Demon Path. The Black Knight was told throughout the story that he was a sad avenger who turned his country from resentment to demons destroyed by chaotic dragons and kept fighting.

There are other things, romance and the grid that arises from the appearance of aliens, "I will not die. Until we return him to the original chaos" decision dialogue and many other heroic tan-like footprints.

François and Dorothea are obsessed with reading such books. Looking around, there were several people in the classroom spreading the same book.

Finally, you've even begun to feel uncomfortable, noble. In the first place, even the reason Chaos Dragon came to Easwind is for him if we correct the ex. Even so, if you are seen as a Black Knight = Hero, you can't help but feel it.

"Are you a black knight again? That's crap."

"Ah, Dr. Leon. Good morning."

For such a noble man, there was no more thankful being than a Black Knight denier.

Leon de Vilban, who now serves as Group S for two years. Magnificent teachers who specialize in magic science hate uncertainty, baseless speech more than anything else. To him like that, the black knight, with all the rumors ahead, seemed to be the ultimate in disgust, expressing a negative opinion on something.

"A pitch-black knight running through the darkness at night, is it? You're like a fairy tale brave man. It's a subject that children and ordinary people are going to love."

The students, who heard Leon's hard voice, rushed back to their seats. They knew that S. 's position hated relaxed air more than anything else.

"You guys have to learn about running the state. You have to have an overlooking perspective. You should know it's a disgrace, like watching the individual, not the whole thing"

Leon says it's not individual but all that drives the city and country's operations, policing, distribution and economy. Instead of expelling a good individual, he told students floating in black knight fever that it is the right way as a nation to aim to improve their quality as a whole.

Children are the only ones who dream of brave men. Those who live in the ruling class must see reality everywhere. Guitar, who had heard the words beside him, hammered him many times, yeah.

(That's right. This is the right opinion. Black Knight what a monstrous guy, it's weirder to be a hero forever)

In fact, the number of times he worked in a black helmet is less than the number of fingers on both hands. Even so, I could say that this enthusiasm was unusual.

(... after all, I wonder if that's what caused it)

I just had one thing in mind for you. He knew that after two months he would be fuelling a black knight boom that would not cool down.

Still, until now, I've let it go with no great harm, but I guess I've decided I can't even throw it away, even if it just started to pop into a book called The Black Knight Story. Your Majesty cemented a certain determination and grabbed a fist.

"Hi-ki-kun, you! That outfit, no way, Black Knight!?

Two shadows were now confronting each other in the lower district of Granferia, where the night book descended.

One is a middle-aged man with a black body. The man who had grown the inert beard had removed the bag he had not held and had his back stuck on the alley wall.

One is a knight in armor. The armored helmet, which coloured the edges with silver work, was pitch-black as if it had inhaled the darkness at night, still dark even in the light of the moon.

"Ho, are you really a black knight!?

A person dressed in black armor answers nothing to the words of a middle-aged man. I'm just looking at the jewels spilling out of the sack where my eyes peel from the slit of my helmet -

"No, no! This, this is mine! Don't get me wrong, Black Knight!

A thief or other type of man holds a sack in his chest and calls out that he has no objection. But his eyes wobbled fine, his whole body trembling as if he had caused a stiffness.

- You're a liar.

Shortly afterwards, a long sword with a sheath pierced every middle-aged man.

"Huh!

Spit out the air in his lungs at once, and the man, peeling his white eyes, falls to his forehead. Then, the knife hidden behind his back became dewy, in the form of proof of a man's lies even without trying.

The man, called the Black Knight, sighed one, slamming the knife's body against the wall and snapping it. Next, he took a bag that wasn't packed with gems from the man's hand and held it aside looking important.

And finally - I tried to crush a middle-aged man's wrist with boots reinforced with metal plates.

"Yes, there's the stop"

But at that moment when his legs were swung down, the black knight was kicked in the back.

A long man in heavy armor floats the universe for about three meters and finally lands off his back. Its mighty force was snapping black armor and bouncing off some fasteners.

Still, the protective gear must have replaced the damage. The man in armor immediately stood up and looked forward. Then, in the position where he stood until earlier, one man stood -

"Hey, black knight, good evening. Nice to meet you. He's a 'real' black knight."

Black helmet, black costume. Unlike a full-body armored man, it is not embellished anywhere, such as in silver. It was completely black to the chest and shoulders, to the cage hand, and there seemed to be only so many holes in the dim alley.

All I'm saying is, I'm an authentic black knight, and it's black. Stand so black that when you do poorly, you're likely to blend into the darkness at night. While dressed like that, the tone of the Black Knight was somewhere floating.

"Why do you bother being a black knight and doing things like being on the side of justice? If you ask me, did you catch a secret agent from another country last night? Even before that, you think you've cracked down on drug trafficking? I know it's a trick, but you don't have to disguise yourself as a black knight."

The real Black Knight, Guitar, hits the Nise Black Knight with doubt and dissatisfaction.

"I'm not telling you not to help people, but don't wear people's skins. Rumors are swelling and heavy, so I need you to stop this."

With his hind legs, Precious Pokes a thief who remains stunned. But no matter how many words you throw, the Nise Black Knight says nothing.

On the contrary, didn't you start pulling the long sword out of the sheath of your hips and putting it on the big upper section? To this, your greatness, too, was increasingly unable to grasp the intention, and he hurriedly stuck his hands forward.

"Hey, wait! Why all of a sudden you're killing me... Yikes!

Noble Daiichi kicks back again the Nise Black Knight, who has been slaughtered without question. But I guess I shouldn't have added or subtracted poorly. The Black Knight, who was offsetting the shock with his defensive skills, has quickly staged a push after about three steps back.

"So! What do you want!

Your Majesty is in a hurry, not because he put the blade in front of him. Because I felt bad about not being able to communicate with my will.

"[Magne Sabre]. [Flame Blade]"

"Chip, you're a magic swordsman!

Activation of skills that are declared pale. Swords that accelerate with the force of magnetism and swords that blow up flames. Both are skills that can be acquired in a magic swordsman position and show a distinct effect from pure sword skills.

"[Wing Sword]. [Magne Sabre]"

"Hey, calm down! Don't play big moves in the alley!

A splash of flames turns into a blade of steel, and by the magnetic force that has arisen again, flies to the great. Powerless with his dodging skills [mirage] all of them, Guido materialized behind the Black Knight and kicked him down as he was.

"You really don't know what that means. What, are you resenting me too?

Precious man stepping on the back of a black knight who fell into depression and caged his strength as he did. With a little oppression, the Black Knight raises his bitter voice as the armor of his chest is sinking.

"Look, what's the purpose? Let me tell you something, I'm gonna stun you like this and ship you straight to jail."

Your university will gradually, gradually, strengthen its ability to step on. Still, the Black Knight doesn't open his mouth, he just stretches his arms forward so he can stand back. To this, just as noble as you are, "What a dude," you try to pour [Spark Bolt] into it, trying to make him pass out already -

"[Bomb]"

"What!?

All of a sudden, the Black Knight's armor bounced and flew, and the momentum caused your greatness to retreat greatly.

[Bomb] 's explosion was apparently a hand in escape, not a false explosion. Now, the Black Knight is already up and in shape. On the contrary, he healed his wounds with healing skills and set up a long sword as if nothing had happened.

"You're a good smallworker. So when you become a magic swordsman, you seem to be good at putting on state anomalies. Oh, my God. Seriously, it could suck."

[Paralysis] or [Sleep] to seal your movements and ascertain who you are. I can't escape saying that it has become more so than I have named myself a Black Knight and shown the power it deserves.

It's a future where Kanst-level forces find out and escape at night. He tried to use all the power he could have.

But...

Bottom.

"Huh!?

Before we could find out who the Black Knight was, we found out who the Nise Black Knight was.

(Leon, Doctor?

It must have been damaged by your big kick or the impact of [Bomb]. A full-faced helmet, hiding the face of the Nise Black Knight, broke into two pieces and fell to the bottom and to the ground.

And the dewy face belonged to Leon de Vilban, a magic science teacher. The slightly wrinkled face began to sweat, doh, wondering if it had hardened for a while.

"You saw it. You've seen my face. You've revived the boy's mind in the battle against Chaos Dragon, and you've seen my face running through the night as the righteous black knight."

Pompous and sweaty, Leon begins to talk to Bella about things she hasn't even heard. But the focus of that eye has not been set, and the habit, the body, has not been made microscopic. Guitar felt stubborn at Leon's condition as if only his mouth was moving.

"To the brave Iris, the Red Light Knight Brad, and the great hero Montestri, the rare thief Grumlin. Every hero, Tan, was wonderful. My heart bounced and my dreams spread. I still love the stories of the heroes."

Gabba! and Leon, who opens his hands wide and looks up to heaven. Ahead of that gaze, I guess he projects countless heroes.

"But the experience beat everything. Chaotic dragon throwing up braces. Countless people to lay low on the ground. And a single, black knight challenging the dragon. My heart, which was dying with age, was paralyzed. I was following a fairy tale, and it seemed like I'd come back to life at a young age."

Now, Leon lets you shrink as if you hold something important. Its eyes seem to be floating somewhere with a child's heart - Precious University, Don Pull.

"The paralysis, after two months, has still not disappeared. Whatever I did, I was always thinking about new heroes somewhere in my mind. I thought it would fit if I spit it out as a story, but my longing for a hero never went away"

"I wrote" The Black Knight Story, "is that you?!?

"That's right. By the way, the pen name is" V. R.I.O. "

"You don't want to hide your real name!?

One by one, Guitar University was convinced that, at this point, "it's too late for Dr. Leon".

"But in the appearance of a black knight, only when he was succeeding or losing evil, his chest filled with refreshment. Even though it's fake, my whole body trembled with the joy of being a hero. But human desire is inexhaustible. Gradually, that wasn't enough, and only when, did I even have a desire to be a true black knight!

Leon's long sword begins to bring blue light. He was about to unleash a special blow.

"If they see me in the face, I can't pull back any more. I will defeat you and let you fulfill my dreams, my aspirations. Oooh!!

"Yes, yes, [Sleep Needle]"

"Ha Ugh."

Leon is driven by pure wishes and slashed into a real black knight. But judging that there was no need for forgiveness, Noble Daughter was just as strong, striking a sleeping needle between Leon's eyebrows without the madness of the dimensions, and he just went home.

"Oh, yeah. Hey, is it Saturday tomorrow? Well, don't be able to sleep till noon...... but you were only a week away. Were you that busy?

While falling asleep in bed, Nobita was thinking back about this past week.

Beginning with delivery, help with house cleaning and the Mampu pavilion. Although there was a stifling at the end, school work went well, and there was less work in total.

"... oh, that's been a good week. I wish I could spend another week like this."

So he murmured, and Guido closed his eyes and traveled to the world of his dreams.

- But he forgot. A year ago, I wondered what I was saying.

I don't like work. I want to spend the whole day asleep. I want to go to a world without labor.

Noble Daisy, who kept saying that, says it was a "good week" the week she worked through.

There's also a reason why, as a result of all the incidents involved, I just feel thankful for being called a 'week of peace'.

It was just a light jab-like job, with less hard work, for some reason.

But most importantly, it's making a difference in his consciousness--

"… labor is a good thing"

Some maid, I could tell it was a tune... management.