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

The Royal Gran Feria School is about learning well and working out well.

who are involved in national politics. He who returns to his territory to succeed his father. A knight. who go down the road of commerce.

In the future, each will be what it is, but just packing knowledge into your head is roughly useless in a world called Earth.

Knowledge alone lacks the means to take advantage of it. It is only by raising the level and using your skills that there are some paths you can see.

The unique educational policy of the sword and magic world was, in short, to expend both literary and martial arts, and children were still encouraged to study and train today.

"Ahhh!

"Hey!

In the labyrinth in the basement of the Royal Gran Feria School, the students also had mock matches that afternoon.

A two-year S group of students scatters a spark in a circular arena similar to the Colosseum on the first basement floor, in the Kingdom of Sursulia.

"Take it! [Arrow Rain]!

"Ooh! [Iron Shield]!!

Swords dance, arrows run, fireballs fly, blood scatters.

In an artificial labyrinth where magic prevents fatal injuries, you don't have to worry about injuries or accidents. Everyone here is doing their best.

"I'll bump! [Flame Lance]!

"Such a big move!

Velvet, the youngest daughter of the Ranju family, skilfully scratched the spear of fire rolled out by Valerie, a boy who aspired to be a knight.

I wondered if the red short hair ran through like a flame, and the tinted ponytail danced with a flicker. A gorgeous offense, as if you had signed up, was proof left that each other's strengths were antagonizing, and the two men of high pride were more tedious than anyone else about a fight that was hard to determine.

"Oh, I'm sorry! [Freezing Plant]!

"Shit, he stinks! [Dispel]!

The witch's egg, the frozen magic unleashed by Camilla, was dispelled by Abel, the son of the great merchant, in a counterspell.

The girl wearing a triangular hat and robe and black edged glasses is magically the top talent owner in school.

As the same wizard, bitterly thinking of it, the chestnut-haired boy waved a wand like a conductor stick.

"Dear Dorothea, be ready!

"Our corrugated attack, overtaken?

"Fine. Call me."

And as an international student from the great Bartoloa, Dorothea, in his capacity as the fourth princess of his country, was showing strength just not to be ashamed of his title.

A silver-haired princess who, mechanically, does not show a minute's gap or alarm, knocking down three female students, as if to embody the alias Iron Country.

The power of the second-in-command of group S, an elite class, was not Dade, and Dorothea was making a prestigious appearance, not tainting the name of Bartoloa.

"Valerie, let's do it with me next. I can't do a wizard without magically busting a brain warrior."

"Ooh, ooh, well said. You're the wizard who lost the bolt to Camilla. My spear will send you to the infirmary next."

"Dear Dorothea! Now please join us."

"I'll do my best, I'll do my best."

"Take it. Let's stand."

2 · S students who change their opponents, change their situation, and continue the game.

Let's be strong, in them trying to train their bodies and minds - only today, for some reason, I don't see the Chairman.

François-de-Ferdinan. Everyone acknowledges that she is a talented woman and a radiant Reiki girl.

The charisma, which always caught the eye and was central in any place...... was in the audience in the large room, with a dark, sunken face.

"Phew..."

Sitting in a staircase seat like a Colosseum, François leaks a depressing exhale.

Her modulation has been going on since the day she had a fight with Oduron a week ago, and her two-year S group students were already used to it.

But for the noble lord who hasn't seen François in a week, her anomaly is a concern. The noble man in jersey approaches the 'depressing François' I haven't seen in a long time.

"Hey, I'm sorry to hear it so many times, but are you sure you're okay? If you have a cold, you should go home and sleep."

"No, Doctor. I don't have a problem with my health. However, due to personal circumstances, I have come a little, mentally… and this is how I am giving you a tour."

"Well... well, talk to me about anything if it's hard. If I can't, I'll introduce you to the healing sisters I know."

"Yes, thank you. Thank you very much then."

"Oh."

To Francois, who couldn't help but laugh, Noble University, who decided that talking in here would only annoy him, went down the audience and headed toward the students.

From his attitude and words, François had a subtle sense of kindness and compassion. Precious consideration, directed at an individual named François, not the Ferdinand family.

With warm moments to it, the lady in love was reaffirming her feelings.

(Oh, I still only have a teacher. Only a teacher can truly forgive his heart or have affection...)

Just one word, two words, and an exchange with your greatness clears up the feeling of being depressed.

If Oduron's words are bad wizard spells, your great words are the secret magic that breaks the curse.

Makes me get back on my feet, and yet, stronger. François gradually regains her vitality to a special effect that is unparalleled for a falling maiden.

"That's it! I can't believe my attack didn't even scratch!

"Pfft. Don't be able to avoid scouts."

"Boulder, I'm a teacher......!

Guido, who is back in the circle of students, is now playing a game against Velvet.

Two people move around the big room under the special rule that they are thoroughly evasive and victorious of velvet if they can strike even once.

When it comes to melee combat, even in Group S for two years, you continue to jeopardize a velvet attack comparable to that of François.

Seeing what its streamlined body does, the fire lights up François's heart.

"Even the four of us can't take it!?

"Whew!? We're splitting up!

"Kee, be careful! Let, if you attack the teacher's dummy, it will explode!

"Do you mean to train your mind and eyes......!

"" "" 'Ha-ha-ha. What's up, what's up, I'm here ~' ''

Valerie, Abel, and Camilla join the battle between you and Velvet.

Your greatness splits to match that number, and each begins to move freely.

Sometimes you showed the power of the bottom in front of François.

Smile Clown Battle blow. Life on a deserted island. Physical appearance in a mundane moment. And these incredible skills.

Few insulted him, but François did not lose any respect for him, neither did the fine dust.

He hasn't shown it yet. There's something. I have something that will come true in the national interest. If so, it would be for Easwind to marry him, not the Black Knight -.

François stood up completely, with a reasoning mixed with half aspirations in his chest.

This is how I was able to reaffirm your greatness. François was convinced that he was no longer lost.

that night in the Gran Feria Intermediate District.

François stood in a downtown alley with an armed escort.

"Statistics say there's a very good chance that the Black Knight will show up downtown this evening. You think if we make a scene, the Black Knight will fly in, solve the mess in no time, and leave? Using it, tonight, we make contact with the Black Knight"

François turns his attention to the escorts as he reads the data on the fine paper.

The Ferdinand family's most elite people in the country. The Magic Swordsmen, Magic Fencers, who use both swords and magic, dressed in adventurer-inspired attire, but had their sharp eyes blinking in the alley.

Even if the opponents are transcendentals - brave men, a minute or two are supermen who can hold out. François wasn't even questioning their abilities when he said he could make time to talk even if his opponent was a black knight.

But the opponent is a hero who defeated Chaos Dragon alone. The black knight jumped on a mountain of chaotic dragons, something many people have seen.

Just like François, few of those who tried to make contact with the Black Knight were fully challenged, yet escaped.

Never, ever, could be cautioned.

"Disperse first, and let the crowd see. After that, however, we identify a place where the noise doesn't get louder and attract black knights there. Is that good?

"" "- Ha!" "

Okay, go.

"" "Yes!

At the behest of François, adventure-style magic swordsmen scatter all over the downtown area.

Get out on the street, disappear into the alley, enter the store, and speak to the townspeople - the members of the immediate unit who show their movements are undisputed professionals.

They soon blended into the downtown part of the night, even with natural expressions and movements that didn't make them feel like they were acting.

"Now, wait for the results."

François stands alone, in the dark of the city, waiting for the swordsmen to report.

It won't take five minutes until they make a deliberate noise. The swordsmen direct from the Ferdinand family were excellent.

François waits here for a report, moves to a defined location, and waits for the moment when the Black Knight appears.

The moment to determine her future was already approaching right there.

"Father. Doctor. Watch. I'm sure I..."

Let the Black Knight even say "NO".

It will be an expression of affection for you and for your father.

I'll make the Black Knight say "NO" for sure.

François, without anxiety, was just waiting for the Swordsmen to report -.

"Muggle!?

"Hehe hehe..."

But she went too far.

I didn't really know where I was.

The alleys of the city at night are the dwellings of drunkards, wicked men. If you are a decent resident, you will never enter, it is a passage leading to darkness.

If a girl stands alone in such a place, the darkness immediately reaches out and tries to break the poor flower.

You must not be alone. Keep your eyes open. Darkness swallows everything and does not return under the light -.

"You can't, young lady. Put on a beautiful treat and stay here. You'll be exposed to bad people."

"Hey, what...? body, but…"

"This? Powerful one of Mahi poison. Hihihi, it's forbidden..."

The girl was dragged into darkness as François relaxed and the swordsmen glanced away for a moment.

At that time, the cloth placed on his mouth contained poison, and François could neither resist nor fell on his back.

The cloudy evil man, turning the soot of her coat, speaks in a tongueless voice.

"Whoa, whoa, that's good. Lucky for you, I ha. Oh, it's good to do it everyday, yeah."

"Hih......!?

With his hands full of dirt and dirt, françois screamed unexpectedly, grabbing his hand abusively.

But the beard-sided villain drags her, without a problem, behind the alley, to the back.

"It is, is it...!

François' voice is too fine, and the darkness at night is too dark.

The light you can see from the exit of the alley keeps moving away, and instead the smell even begins to creep into the neighborhood.

"Who,......!!

The squeezing voice, however, never sounded in the alley.

François, the daughter of a great nobleman, is about to be taken away by a man with an adventurer collapse who doesn't know who she is.

There was no such thing as a man to stop it, and the voice that sought it was too small, too harsh.

"No, you can't. Oh, call people. Bye. I'll be there soon, so shut up."

Where shall I take him?

François thought it was a hell of a place - unimaginable.

François thought it was such a place where everything he had built, everything of it, would be ruined.

- I don't like it. I don't like it, I don't like it, I don't like it!

But the voice does not rise, and the body does not gain strength. François, hit by Mahi poison, is taken to the bottom of darkness without even being able to resist.

"Sir...!

Has the last voice I lifted, fulfilled, reached beneath the thinker?

I want it to arrive. I want you to listen to me. And I want you to rush here and rescue yourself.

But behind the girl's wishes, she finally disappeared into the darkness...

"Hey, hey, hey! Out of the way! Out of the way! This is me! I can't believe we split it up!

(... Huh?

At the end of the alley, a knight stood.

Black. Black by the time your whole body is unusual. Helmets, armor, caged hands that cover your face and skin - black even to the sword in their hands.

The black knight, as if darkness had embodied him, stands silently in the alley, without any sign of relief.

Ghosts, or Reapers. Even though I do, the knight of the dark night, who is visible but doesn't even make me feel the breath of life, is the black knight of the dragon slayer that everyone knows...

"Whoa! I can't hear you! Out of the way. Yes!!

An alley lit by an unreliable moonlight, poured out of thin skies.

In that unpopular place, the bad guy releases François' hand, pulls out his hips sword, and is slashed by the Black Knight.

No one blames him for his barbarity. Just one, look at the Black Knight...

"Out of the way! Duh."

The battle was decided in an instant.

The adventurer collapse, who was waving his sword around, as he shredded the walls of the building, fell and fell before the dialogue was even exhausted.

A sword he let go flew to the place where the Black Knight stood, but there was no one there, and the sword rolled in vain making a noise.

"What...!?

Even François, who watched from the side, could not understand what had happened.

I thought the evil man had broken in, and the black knight disappeared, and that was it.

A black knight - no, the instant offense, who doesn't even know what he did, was over without even making a sound.

And the Black Knight had disappeared into the darkness, just as he had when he appeared.

- No.

"Oh, hey, ha..."

I had a hand holding François up from behind.

Someone graciously held her up and tried to bring her back to the glowing boulevard.

It's the Black Knight. He was a knight lost in the darkness at night, hiding his true intentions in a black helmet.

"What, so..."

François, from the feeling he conveyed, felt the consideration of the Black Knight.

I was feeling something warm from a Phantom that seemed like a ghost.

And that went hand in hand with the vivid sight earlier - making her breasts, one thing at a time, squeal.

"Why......!?

Francois was in despair.

I couldn't believe what I felt right now.

The voice of doubt is not directed at the Black Knight. I asked myself.

Why, why, why -!?

To François, who looked like he was about to cry out, but the Black Knight never turned his face.