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

The city of Gran Feria, separated by four walls, creates so much relaxation that the district's grade rises.

Busy from day to day with many people and luggage, the boulevards are densely packed to push each other, even buildings, in the lower districts, which are said to be irresistible to cross.

When this becomes an intermediate district, space is created as soon as possible, and travellers rubbed by human waves can take a breather in the set nature park.

The Advanced District would go without saying. Wide streets. Good prospects. Low population density. Advanced districts that can afford it like the nostalgia of the inhabitants, I see, convince them that it's a rich place to live.

But it's what's up there, and none of the districts are as hostile to Wang Gui District, where the royal nobility lives. The same goes for the aristocratic separate houses, but if we consider the royal castle as one house, it becomes ridiculous to compare it to the others. It is inferior to other districts in terms of area, but considering it per person, there is no more luxurious land use. It was made into the same city and felt like a different world when viewed from the inferior neighborhood living in a small apartment room.

Thus, the further up, the further up, the city called Gran Feria grows larger and wider.

The width of the road increases, the gap between the building and the building becomes a space, and the hissing crowd decreases in number and also eliminates the idea of hitting the shoulder with someone.

Even now that the virus has been sprayed and turned into a city of infected people, that remains the same. Passing through the Advanced District was unproductive for the Noble University, which has passed through the infected and overflowing lower districts.

Continue along the spacious boulevard, pay off some of the infected and make your way to your destination immediately. Considering that point alone, the difficulty seems to have dropped a lot.

But this is the capital of Easwind. Alongside status, honor and financial strength, the level of citizens inevitably also shows differences in this country, where physical and mental toughness is seen as a single status.

Is it the result of training in the demographic labyrinth, or is it because, if you are not strong, you will not be seen as a senior district dweller? For any reason, the adults in this district have exceeded at least level 100. When you become a guard or a knight, will 150 exceed the average? The warriors, who show the growth of daily progress by means of an unwavering workout, were equipped with solid strength as protectors of the King's capital.

The Advanced District is inhabited by people with just enough power to match the higher ranks. If half of them had been fanned - even if they were unparalleled strong men, it would not have been easy to cut through.

"How about it!? How about that!?

Man in swallowtail costume who looks out at the stick to Rapier and repeats the spike. The man, characterised by a cared for Kaisel mustache, was probably a well-known gentleman because of his personality.

I didn't know that when such a person was infected with a virus, he would turn a man's butthole into a pervert who stubbornly sticks around on a stick - a noble university dancing through the universe holding his butt with both hands, deploring the virus threat so much that he didn't know how many times it would be.

"Me, I feel confident in escorts when I look like this!

"Yeah, come on!

"What the fuck!?

A noble man twists his body, avoids the impending gentleman's thrust from behind, and pays homage to the backward spinning kick with the momentum he maintains. That's right. The senior district residents don't get into this either, and they roll over the cobblestone without being able to take it passively.

Whether he has become incapacitated. Without making sure of it, your university ran off the road. Sooner or later, checking the condition of the reviving infected person can only be a waste of time. The idea that, then, it would just be necessary to make it temporarily incapacitated was something that came to mind on the road.

"Damn. What do you care?"

The Grand Ferrian people who call themselves' tough 'with their greatness. Their flesh was off-limiters due to the effects of the virus, exerting so much power that it was not comparable to before infection.

Break the wall and show up. It jumps from above the private house. Even the surviving knights hold it down with force, eating a kissing storm with no mention of presence or absence.

It's like a group of immortals who have demonstrated the idiotic power of a fire scene coming at us from all directions. Not even a single first-tier knight had been forced to struggle, even the noble majesty boasting superhuman physical abilities.

"Straight down the boulevard or something, Mazogay."

Upcoming senior district residents. Gentlemen and ladies with frigid eyes. I wish there was somewhere to hide from them, but the only path allowed to you by your majesty was the boulevard leading to the Royal Library.

If you try to jump into an alley or hide yourself in the mansion's garden, you will be pushed back with invisible force. The infected can't get past where you can.

As a result, he was on the only main road allowed to pass. Widespread, just promising, the infected sprung up as much as they wanted.

In this large superior district, Guitar University felt narrower than the lower district.

"Oh, we're finally here!

The Tsutsu road, where hardship awaits, can also fall out one day if you keep running.

As if to prove it, your university was safe, reaching its destination.

The great entrance, which also looks like an ancient temple in the distance. Stone columns support the roof, and behind them wooden doors boast beauty.

This building is the Royal Library of Easwind. It was a destination indicated in your vision of the Great and a treasure trove of knowledge, also known as the "Box of Wisdom".

"Ahhhhh, yusha yet."

"Hmm? Oh, celier"

"Ugh."

He bounced off the approaching face-to-face apprentice scribe with one Decopin shot, and Guitar turned to the back of the library.

I guess getting in through the back entrance means going through the staff aisle and down to the basement floor. It's a precious thing that was clear to repeated frontal breakthroughs, but on the route shown on the MAP, it just holds the temples down if it's not a stumbling block.

A ghost riot involving the scribes. Necromancer lost underground laboratory monster. The man-made worm of the war. I'm afraid all of this happened before the zombie virus spread.

Called 'The Witch of the Library' with fear and awe, he remembered one elf who was routinely shrinking the hearts of the new American scribes, and Guitar hesitated and pulled in several times his nearly stepped out leg.

"But what happens when a woman like a zombie becomes a zombie..."

Precious University opens the back door with a crying face and steps into the Royal Library.

The passage, illuminated by warm light stones, is warm, even in stone construction, which comforts some greatness. But I couldn't help but say that my walking slows down when I think about where I'm going.

"Even Brad, the red-light knight named for his bravery, escapes barefoot," the scribe, who has seen the finished elu, tells of a brunette elf who lives in an underground laboratory.

"Even if my level is 250, I'm confident I'll be shocked to death if I see that guy on the night lane," another scribe also said.

They share the same feelings.

That is, a pure fear. The vision for a rare genius, as well as the moments held in an elf with a full range of aesthetics, had smeared all my fears of the 'Witch of the Library'.

So your tremendous strides did not go as late, and the staff aisle had become uninterrupted in popularity.

Even the infected, no, are they loyal to their instincts because they are infected, and all the scribes seem to be fleeing outside the library like seriers. Having so decided, Noble University continues along the passage without anyone, slightly pulling out the strength of his body.

But when I hit and changed from the ground floor and went down to the basement floor, where the cold white light lighted thinly - your body was cold, hard, and nervous as ice.

At the end of the hallway lined with rooms containing banned books, Nobuo saw a shadow shaking in the vault. If you turn that corner, you're ahead of you in a no-access lab. There are not so many things left in the realm dominated by The Witch of the Library.

"Eru, or...?

Precious trembling at his echoed voice.

"E, you're an elu!?

To a loud voice that raised his mind to delude shrinking into fear, but the shadow just swayed.

When this happens, it's human beings that are finally getting scary. A creature called man is more afraid of its omens than something happens. Noble Dae was no exception, and he remembered a fear that could not be bottomed by the shadows reflected on the stone walls.

Noble Dai stands up for two or three minutes without a proper one. But it's also human to get used to over time, and after five minutes, he was regaining some calm.

"Hmm? Something's wrong with that shadow"

If the disturbed mind calms down, it is also natural and mindful. Nobita noticed that the shadow shaking at the end of the hallway had not moved a single step since earlier.

(If you're an infected person, you must be looking for a surviving person or finding the same sex. I knew it was weird that it didn't work at all)

The conductor or someone, the trolley they left behind when they infected the virus, would just be illuminated by the light stone to reflect a great shadow. Having found the most apparent reason, Noble University took the route indicated in the MAP lightly.

And when I glanced at the bend of the problem,

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!!

"Hi, good, good, good, no!?

He made an odd noise and slipped his hips off to the elf waving down his wand with his bloody running eyes.

"Hey, I just thought the zombies were here."

"I thought I was attacked by a zombie too..."

With a silver wand for the undead, Precious Dai was beaten up scattered and pompous. The undead who worked the assault on him laughs at the tease without evil, though.

"That's all the feathers were cut. Anyway, everyone but me is turning into a zombie... if you've come this far too, you've seen the misery of the city, haven't you? A man attacks a man, a woman attacks a woman. How long has Granferia been a treacherous capital?"

In a box-type room half-burned with books, stone slabs, scrolls, etc., Eru stretched his back while sitting in a chair.

Dark hair that has lost its smoothness on the cheeks where it snuck in. A thin body like a beggar, with dark neighborhoods floating in its eyes. If my eyes were more and more cloudy with this, I could first determine that I was definitely a zombie - fortunately, the eyes of a woman with a necromance-like appearance were glowing black and intelligent.

"No, but you're in trouble. If it stays that way, I can't help but go out and buy it. It's about time we ran out of reserves of preserved food."

Elu to state the obvious and critical situation.

"No, you're in trouble. I'm sorry. I don't know if it's the serum or the vaccine you're in. Yeah, but we need to get the zombies back together quickly, or the Purification Battalion's gonna push us from all over the country. No, before that, I might fly to another city..."

The entire eastern continent is stained with the colours of men and women. Just imagining the sight, your face turned slightly blue.

But Eru, who was frightened of zombies until earlier, says this with plenty of room.

"Oh, don't worry. I made something convenient."

"Something convenient?

Ask Parrot Return

"Name it 'Goodbye, Mr. Outbreak'. A magic item that sprays drugs extensively and simultaneously illuminates purifying magic. There's probably not enough epidemics with just high levels of infection and morbidity."

"Oh!"

Called a genius, the elf gave him a confident answer.

"Bad naming sense, but that does seem handy! Isn't it a good idea for this situation? No, I just thought it was a wasted elf eating rice, but you can be useful sometimes, too!

"Ha, ha. Though the tongue of words stabs me in the chest, the words of praise are delightful. Come on, more compliments."

From the spread of infection until now, he had found no light and was a noble magnitude going through the misty darkness, but for the first time since he came here, he had gained hope.

Now we can finally end this ridiculous event. Just think of the people of the city returning to sanity, your great cheeks loosened naturally.

"I just have a problem. We have to broaden the scope of the purifying magic using an absurd communication device."

"I'll do that. Anything else?

"I just need a little time to finish 'Goodbye Outbreak You'. In the meantime, if the zombies get lost, I want them eliminated. And I want what I can to be transported to the communications facility immediately."

"All right, all right!

A few hours had passed as early as possible since the departure of Windbell, a hill with a refreshing breeze.

Soon the sun will set, the city will fall into darkness, and the infected will grow in number. It will spread outside the city, strike other cities, and increase the number of monsters like Killing.

Before that happens, before it is too late, things go towards convergence. No, you let yourself go. With hope in his hands, Noble Grand Prix nodded one big thing, with relief and determination in his chest.

"Well, I don't have the drugs at heart."

"Madame Zombie adores you, Elf."

Raise it, then drop it. Give hope, then let despair prevail.

Your Highness knew that was the way to do a dark haired elf. She is a raw troublemaker, and your university should have been reminded so far.

How many times have you run to wipe Eru's ass? How many times have you been sipped boiled water by a lunatic eyeglass elf? Forgetting a number of bitter memories, and even temporarily relying on her to tell her that she was an idiot, Guido sighed his best today and tried to get out of Eru's room.

"Wait! Wait a minute! Don't leave me! In my weak elves, I can't prevent a barbaric zombie invasion!

"Ugh, you know! Even the secretary's got a deep kiss for you!

Shake off the elu to be picked up, and Guitar puts his hand on the door knob.

"All you have to do is have drugs! Dragons and unicorns living blood that works against all diseases, or the stone of the wise to revive even the dead! If you could even defeat Chaos Dragon, you would even have an Epic item!?

"What do you think I am! Hmm, so I have... oh, I had it"

Precious to take out glass cylinders from the nostalgia. Among them was the blood of a dragon flowing through the body of a lutoo - the finest of them all, the blood of a chaotic dragon.

"Hooray, I knew I had it"

I wonder if you've seen it, and I often glance at my upper body with my face. Eru. Tighten her head like a panacea, and then you head to the lab.

Located across the slope from the lab buried in the book, the room features various glass bottles, large and small, and mysterious liquids housed on shelves. A wooden desk with creepy stains has a 'something' in the flask that bubbles, bubbles and foams.

This is the lab of The Witch of the Library. Dark-haired elves who don't even hate dyeing their hands in contraindications are the rooms where suspicious experiments are being carried out day and night.

If a biohazard is to happen in Easwind, the demon cave was even told that it can't be anywhere else but here. So what the hell irony would it be that a magic item would be made that would save an unprecedented biohazard?

"Okay, I got it! This is" Goodbye, Mr. Outbreak "!

Transfer the living blood of the chaotic dragon into a round flask of watermelon great and dilute it with blessed holy water. And instead of a lid, if you install a metal demon conductor machine, you're done with the Redemption item.

"That's fast."

"All I had to do was put in what would be a drug. Now, take this. The nearby communications facility is the clock tower at the Granferia School. Your leg won't take five minutes."

"Oh, right. I'll take it from here."

The Watermelon Magic item was stored in the item section, and Nobita turned her back on Eru.

He walks without turning around. 'Head to the Royal Gran Feria School!' Walk without hesitation, as per your goal.

Feeling dependable on that unmistakable walk, Eru left the room with him to drop him off.

- So I saw it.

From the end of the aisle, a herd of infected people who just showed up. Vertical shirt and beige skirt. Eru saw the female clerks in the Royal Library uniform!

"Shit!? They, like blocking the aisle......! Come on, I'll take care of this place! Takahiro, you can move on!

"Ok."

"................................. is that it?

Sasakasa and a very light foothold made your university disappear at the end of the aisle.

Jumping over the female clerks and stepping on the heads of the slightly mixed male clerks, the brunette youth ran up to the ground.

All that was left was Eru. Like a newborn deer, it was just a brunette elf that let her thin legs wiggle fine.

"Ko, this is the book I read before, and I said, 'You idiot! Can I leave you!' What..."

One of the romance novels I read in my spare time. The story of a brave man and a female elf, depicting a burning love, is that it was still only a story.

The real woman elf was surrounded by infected people with cloudy eyes in color and had been hardened without even being able to resist.

"Well, you guys, calm down. Mmm-hmm!?

Elu blocked her mouth by an older woman.

On the basement floor of the Royal Library, there was not even a scream.

During the summer vacation, the only school opening date for which attendance is mandatory.

One day in mid-August, when all staff except the irregular and all school students could be gathered, a martial arts tournament was held named after the martial arts of the third generation of school directors.

An inter-school martial arts competition is held using the Great Hall on the first floor of the School Labyrinth. Interpersonal matches that also affect class division are sent footage to each classroom that serves as an understatement, so that wins and losses are apparent in everyone's eyes.

In order to move to a certain S-class, we must show clear power here.

In order not to fall from the glorious S-class, I must remind you of the difference in strength here.

Essentially, S-class students vs. minority elites in classes A and below. The battle between those who chase and those who are pursued even heats the hearts of those who watch.

No student hates school days when heat battles are waged every six months. Everyone dives through the gates of the Royal School in anticipation of a battle as if it were a reduced version of the Stols.

Animal fighting instincts stirred by the midsummer sun burn up the eggs of gentlemen and ladies. To fight, to be stronger, they wave their swords in the study hall.

Even such pupils - no, because they are such pupils, the present situation was not, in the end, acceptable.

"Come here, come here."

"Come on, come on, come on, come on."

At the entrance of the school's proud demographic labyrinth, it was the teachers and students who were sticking against the invisible walls.

"Let's do the trick."

"Hey, no more!

It was Camilla Cavallone, a female student in the High Department Biennial S-Class, who turned away from her classmates infected with the virus just because she couldn't watch.

The Dorothea of the Second S gently rubs her back, gripping the tip of the trademark triangle hat, bending in and round.

"It's okay. I'm sure François and the others will call for help..."

It will still be due to anxiety and fear that her words, which prefer clear words and deeds, are likely to disappear now. Not so long ago, the situation was pressing.

The facade of the Second S, which stands relaxed in the school labyrinth. A challenger who doesn't show up. Teachers to go check. Truth to be found. Infected person to be attacked. to their teeth, one, and another and the students who fall.

I can only assume that what happened over glaring happened in just a moment. Not so long ago, the world that II-S students knew was instantly transformed.

Likewise, my position changed. Until just half a day ago, students who had reigned as second-year prowess were now only able to tremble within the enchantment barrier of the school labyrinth.

I don't really think this is routine and continuous. But we have to admit more than what is happening as a reality.

- But, admittedly, do we help?

François, who recognized reality as soon as possible and aimed for an association of senior districts where the only contact would be made, was cut off from the news. Those who followed her surround the school labyrinth as infected. Velvet, who remained on the spot and tried to tame the students in a state of panic, was dyeing their faces blue.

No one has been helped. There is no one left this city.

I crawled out of my legs like a yadrigi, in the fear of tightening my whole body - and finally, a shepherd appeared.

"Look, look! The magic barrier is about to be broken! Then we'll be wiped out! Oh, no, I'm sorry! I'm gonna help! I need your help!

With a magical breeze, he scattered infected people sticking at the entrance to the school labyrinth, and the chestnut-haired boys rushed out.

He keeps running as he wields his wand-shaken hands in a doom and runs his magical powers wild. But before proceeding for a while, he kicked and threw himself out at the end of the school building.

It wasn't the infected who would miss it.

"Ahh!?

Zum, and the dull sound echoed around, and another, infected, was born.

His name is Abel. The foolish lamb of chestnut hair strayed in search of a new victim while the traces of tears were still dry.

(Is this also the work of the devil)

Dorothea, the silver-haired princess, thinks of one man.

Dark-haired, dark-eyed, demonically colored man. Oblique attitude and always spared words and actions. The look on his face that seems to be stretching his fornication and the power to break into the fortress castle and shake off the tracking of the Iron Kaufman.

If he's involved in this matter - fine, I mean, I got my fangs out.

He threw away his mask as a part-time lecturer and set out to overthrow a big country called Easwind. Root from within and crumble the great tree. How could a plot similar to a parasitic tree in the North be that masculine?

Dorothea, with a past made to bitter juice by noble majesty, had close thoughts to certainty.

(But why, now?

Kings, ministers and some leading nobles are currently on outings.

Large merchants and well-known knights who also influence the national treasury are also in other cities in the country.

This situation, in which zombies increase zombies, was probably created with the aim of devastating the country's centres. Yet let the central figures at heart escape, how can it not be a one-handed fall?

In the heart of Dorothea, where certainty and doubt swirl. A new stone was thrown, as if to create ripples there.

"Hundushi!!

"Ahhh!?

Valerie, a young knight transformed into an infected man, has found his classmates and stormed them with a spear in one hand.

"Bullshit, no, no, no, no!

"Whoa, whoa!?

With Abel added there, the school labyrinth began to rock heavily.

As it is, it will collapse soon. Surviving students turn their anxious faces to the Lord of the School Labyrinth.

"Don't worry! Using the power of Dungeon Core, my magic barrier is invincible!... five hundred years ago. '

"I can't do this anymore. Ahhhhhh!

First school directors who smile with sweat and students who can nod on their hands and knees.

Running behind the labyrinth, the infected will come. If you go outside, you'll be surrounded on the spot. In desperate circumstances, the students were about to lose even the strength to stand up.

But the hand of salvation was reached out to them.

"Toranuku... sooo..."

When I wondered if the outside of the school labyrinth had been wrapped in white smoke, the infected people, who were rampant and insane like a febrile beast, suddenly broke their knees and fell straight to the ground.

White smoke was scattered in the wind, but the infected remained fallen unchanged. If you look closely, they slept calmly, resting easily.

"What the hell...?

Dorothea, who escaped difficulty thanks to a magic barrier that didn't even allow the virus to pass, stood up on the wall and tried to check the situation.

"Is that...!?

She saw a long skinny brunette in the window of a clock tower standing in the middle of the school building - I felt like it.

"Gallulululululululu!"

"I helped your classmates, so don't be so rough...... hey François"

"Deathwah!"

Clock tower, said to be a symbol of the Royal Gran Feria School.

Waiting for your greatness to get here was an unusual godchild.

"Doctor, Death Wah!

François stretches his tentacles to his prey, sticking like a yamori on the inner wall of the clock tower.

The proud vertical roll, which is indispensable for daily care, is mutated by the virus. Blonde hair like a spring moved like a snake and repeatedly stretched for preciousness.

"Dangerous eh!? Was it the murder weapon after all?

Vertical rolls like drills still drilled holes in the floor like drills.

After entering the clock tower, Guitar University continued to avoid Francois' attack while climbing the spiral staircase leading to the rooftop.

If you get your hands on it badly, the longitudinal roll will unravel and you will be entangled like a net, which was reminded earlier with your own hands. He decided it would be quicker to activate 'Goodbye Outbreak You' at the rooftop communications facility than to deal with Francois' opponents.

But every time you go up, up, Francois' vertical roll increases speed and precision. The best student's name was not Dade, and her qualities were enhanced by the virus by a few steps. Because of her ability to learn, Noble Daisy finally couldn't ignore her.

"Yeah, okay! I'll deal with him once, and I'll pee!

"Go ahead..."

"Don't go back to the vegetables, vegan! Damn, don't close your eyes while dyeing your cheeks!

Against François, who crawled around the wall, Noble University also jumped out the spiral staircase, kicked the inner wall and sometimes jumped out the window to show a three-dimensional orbit.

Should that move be followed by what we call just Francois, or the horror of the virus? The lady's appraisal and the girl, bewitched, utilized the vertical roll like a pile, like a rope, and, depending on the occasion, showed more movement than precious.

Over and over again, the knife of greatness and the tip of Francois' vertical roll. Their battle to scatter sparks and illuminate the interior of the dim clock tower - was settled in an unexpected way.

"Yikes!?

"Behold! François!?

A storm of golden tentacles broke in with black tentacles.

One tentacle stretching from under the clock tower wraps around Francois, transformed into an infected person, and instantly returns down.

"What the...!?

For the first time here, Guitar University noticed 'Sole'.

Soon, the black that was full of the bottom of the clock tower. Swallow François and wave abyss as if nothing had happened. Increase the calluses and the darkness that looms upon you.

He finally realized - shortly afterwards, he started walking all he could toward the roof.

"Takahiro... it's terrible, I can't believe I'm leaving you..."

"Ghaaaa! Russ, Boss is out. Ahhh!?

Guitar saw it. Give me an elf that laughs at the center of black. Elves of glasses that continue to grow everywhere, everywhere, rich black hair.

Eru, who made his necromanced appearance more and more like a dead man, was approaching his grandeur as if he could be pushed up into his hair.

'It's awful... my maiden's heart is shattered...'

"Don't say maiden or anything like that! Anyway, as soon as I touch it, I guess it's game over!?

Currently, your infection rate is 67%.

The rate of infection that could withstand an infected person's attack, a few times later, was just too substandard. It is clear to everyone that if they are caught by a monster trying to cover the clock tower, the raw as a person will end there.

"Magic Item Startup! And get out!!

Precious man who activated the clock tower communication device at a windy speed and at the same time switched on 'Goodbye Outbreak You'. He jumps out of the clock tower feeling the light and particulates spreading on his back as they swell.

"Ko, how about this!

Guido, who landed on the roof of the school building and turned forward many times to kill momentum, did his gaze around.

The roses and lilies that were blooming in the school yard withered, and the couple who were snuggling in the courtyard stopped moving. The dark hair that was wrapped around the clock tower also shriveled, and the old dragon, which was visible in the distance, crashed into the sea to the west.

The effect of the magic item that pays for the curse and disease is like a surface. First of all, he confirmed the fact, and Guitar exhaled loudly. And he acknowledged the 'updated' goal and raised a screaming voice.

"No, no, no, I'll take you down!?

Final goal: 'Defeat E!'.

To the stated goal, Guitar heard the noise of weakness breaking.

"Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh."

Ruru, making the noise of dragging his hair, a turned-down brunette monster crawled up to the roof.

Guitar tried to escape early on to the brunette tentacles on the rooftops of a wide school building that would fill roughly half.

But I can't get away with it. During the event, only a determined route can be moved. Needless to say, the Boss Battle, Guitar University was now unable to get out of the L-shaped rooftop.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! If I don't do this, I'm throwing myself away. Ah!

Thus begins the final battle of the great.

I slashed my tentacles with a knife. He threw a flash grenade at the exposed elu area. He also spared no effort to use incendiary grenades that hesitated to be used in the lower districts, and also smashed a strong acid bullet named Apple Potion, which he left without drinking.

The stomach blew E into wood dust by releasing the final weapon thrown at me by a thin peach sister who was not well seen in the backlight, a barista fitted with gunpowder balls at the tip.

And the battle is over...

The abominable case of planting great trauma in people's hearts and later called 'bouquets of roses and lilies' closed by the activity of one young man.

Only a few remaining viruses will eventually be driven away by the Association's purification unit as well. The stagnant Gran Feria routine will also return to normal in a few days.

But the price I paid was huge.

The youth who contributed most to solving the case - anything shop, Nobita Sayama -.

"... your husband is broken"

It worked too much and turned into bright white ash.

~ GAME OVER ~