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

I can also eat. I can drink too. We all make a scene. I also hold a woman.

There's nothing else downtown like that. This is all the more true, especially in large cities, the Gran Feria.

In the short time before the sun sets, the night arrives, and the sun changes, give up the compartment and make more noise. Everyone, both their uncle on the way home from work and the young man with his companion, drinks copper coins in one hand, equally illuminated by a magic lamp.

Intermediate drinkers are not as elegant as advanced pubs. But it's not as noisy as the stall streets in the lower districts. Just the right hustle and bustle and just the right peace of mind. I wanted to immerse myself in its comfort, and people were gathered from the top, from the bottom, naturally, from the same intermediate district.

"I am, hey. I was originally from a research field, like Mr. Eru."

"Hmm, right?"

"That's it. I haven't been invited to a teaching position to go backwards. My salary was good."

"Being a teacher was hard on you."

"Aye."

There are so many drinkers in the Intermediate District, like pubs and bistros fused together.

So is this shop, where you and Eric are sitting sloppily at work. Near the heart of downtown, this shop was the one where the two met and the one they used a little bit.

"But it is. Recently, I have been rewarded with my teaching work. But I knew there was an untrained research career."

"Like Dr. Leon, or Elu, why don't you do some research while you do it, Doctor?

"Huh."

Eric, a young teacher who scouted your university as a temporary lecturer, raised an oddly tall voice.

Soft blonde hair with crust. Cobalt blue eyes. Eyeglasses with thick edges. Eric, who also looks like a teenage boy when they go hand in hand with his young face, is as vulnerable to booze as he looks.

Eric, who was perfectly able to do it with a couple of beers, turned bright red like a boiled octopus and laughed Nico like a child.

"That's it! No, Mr. Takahiro is... Eh! While researching, Doctor... I wonder what I can do."

"How many times have we talked about this..."

Guitar threw the olives into his mouth as he pioneered Eric, who told the same story every time he was drunk.

When this happens, there is a long way to go. In some cases, we'll be sending him to Eric's house.

Then, for that matter, I went home late, and Routou was in a bad mood... and the Noble Daughter, who thought so much, noticed the thoughts I was in, and laughed bitterly.

(Daddy with kids)

What kind of marriage? What kind of partner do you find?

I hate that I can't take my own time. I don't like less private time. I don't like living with someone.

I hate annoying things...

The noble university, who thought so, is also the lord of every country and castle, if he realizes so.

I have a maid like a good wife and a dragon like a selfish daughter. There's someone in my house who's not me and lives up to them.

And more than I thought, I have myself not bothered with that.

Guitar smiled with a nihil face as I wore a beer and grew old too.

"Taka Hiro, did something good happen?

"Is that it?"

One woman glanced a little at the table where you and Eric were.

Purple long dark hair. To the red eyes, a seductive cry. A woman with a feminine body in a dancer-like costume. Her body had demonic horns, feathers, and tails.

"Mr. Yvetta, what is it? What's your job?

"Hmm, I was at the company today, but your opponent didn't come. What's the matter? If you think so, I just heard from you that you were working overtime at [Cole]."

"Uh, that's what happened"

A woman who puts her arms together, places her index finger on her cheek, and lets her neck tilt like she's in trouble.

Her name is Yvetta-Carloni. Being a succubus and a whore, she was seductive in every move.

"Hey, Takahiro? Why don't you come to the store? Lots of them. We're gonna serve them, right?

"No, that's kind of..."

"It's okay, I'll be nice... right?

"That's not the problem..."

Yvetta, who is also your neighbor, is a well-made woman during the day.

She is a gentle sister, dressed in calm clothes with little skin exposure, and can also pull in horns and feathers of horny devils.

She takes good care of the neighborhood's children, is good at housework, and if she marries, she is said to be a good wife and wise mother for sure - but its essence is the succubus, the butterflies of the night inviting men.

To Yvetta, who brightens her red eyes to demons and subtly presses her busty breasts, Guitar twitches as soon as possible, retreating between each chair and the wall.

"Good dreams, behold...?

"When I wake up, I don't want to see hell -!

Finally, you screamed, noble.

Behind his brain were the girls who admired him… especially the face of a loo-too who seemed to have a strong appetite for exclusivity.

Even without it, Yvetta's invitation was too irritating for a noble college with no female experience. Noble Daiichi, who is likely to be given a thick mouthful, happens to shield Eric and tries to escape his difficulties.

"Oooh......!? Ta, Takahiro, look. People's breasts are so soft and bloated......!?

"Yan."

Eric, who was about to get drunk, had inadvertently reached out to the giant peak that appeared in front of him and had begun to make shivers and observations.

Whether he wants to reveal the secrets hidden in the two swells, Eric, who opens his eyes with excitement, supports Yvetta's chest from the bottom or creases from the front.

Are you glad that unfamiliar gesture is back, Yvetta switches the target to Eric and tries to hold him to his chest.

"I'm sorry, Eric... I'll never forget you"

It was there that he made the payment, and Guitar, who went outside the store, thought of what Eric was going to lose, and wept.

Even though he remembered a little sarcasm that this would prevent him from talking about virginity, he said he was sorry that he did, and Guitar left the store early enough.

"Oh, brother. Alone?

"Ah, Mr. Takahiro. Why don't you stop by?

"Hustle hustle! Hustle Hustle!!

Guitar Dai was called out by whores and guests while he was out of the drinker's boulevard.

As you can see from Yvetta's fluttering appearance, this place is close to Colored Town and is essential for such an arrangement.

As with alcohol, it is an indispensable element of the city at night. Where you refused, there were about a mountain of whores in Granferia.

(You're sexually open, the Europe of this world)

Even wives and belligerents buy whores as normal and go home in the morning as normal. Speak with a casual knoll and reach the act in the same condition.

Oddly enough, a noble man of high chastity feels impressed and surprised whenever he is aware of sexual cultural differences.

He remembers a strong cultural shock when he has the profession of a whore.

(... but oh that doesn't change)

When he becomes aware that this is his hometown, he turns his eyes to the darkness of the city at night.

Gleaming eyes in the back of the alley. Armed men watching the streets. Young people walking away from the eyes. Nasty staring at a man, a compelling woman...

All of them smelled like crime, but people felt the same air as the world where your greatness came from.

The city at night can't be brilliant. It's not all fun. If you step off into the dark, you are in danger of falling to the bottom of Naruto.

Because the police force and the autonomous organizations are blinding their eyes, so there will be no problems, but nevertheless, in the 100,000 cities of Gran Feria, there are dead people, as they do every night.

If you float and come close to danger, darkness will whenever you fang. Your college, which has also lived a long time in this world, was well aware of that.

(A little early, but I guess I'll be home already today)

I didn't hate drinking alone, but I wasn't even in the mood for you right now.

It was a good time to think about it when Yvetta showed up and had a drink with Eric.

Before it was too late at night - before the darkness of the night darkened, Guitar decided to arrive home.

"I am the dragon killer! You're a black knight!

"Oh, my God, the Lion Mask of Heaven is here!

The downtown Central Square, which leads to many streets, was also bustling with street art and theatre tonight.

Interacting with ball-riding, juggling, and magical arts, actors in black armor and actors with lion faces danced and danced on the stage of a simple assembly ceremony.

The fashion-sensitive street corner actors immediately incorporate the fashionable ones and process them funny. Tonight's performance was what a confrontation between the Black Knight and the Lion Mask was, and the audience was very excited, albeit with absurd content.

"Ha! I'll even cut off the mountain [Lion King slaughter]!!

"It doesn't work! It's not working. It's not working!" Black Dragon Armor "and my steel flesh won't even let the Dragon Fang through!

"I specialize in dodging..."

Black Knight lets only effects take a flashy skill, unleashed by a lion mask, straight ahead.

To the Black Knight as a hero statue proud of his stubbornness and sagginess - the man in the Black Knight, grinning bitterly, had secretly put a scratch on him.

"But the Black Knight is also very popular."

Guitar shrugged as he passed through Central Square.

Black knight popularity sparked by the onslaught of Chaos Dragon. It was burning ever bigger, using various episodes as ingredients, such as winning in the arena.

Even in the Grand Theatre, which Grand Feria boasts, the performance that has been the "Black Knight's Tale" for the past six months has shown its popularity in full attendance.

In this situation, if you accidentally reveal who you are, what the hell will happen to you...

To a frightening development even just thinking about it, Guitar shrugged his shoulders at the cheer he heard from behind him and stopped at the edge of the road to be as discreet as possible.

(It's hard to keep the heat cold because I'm dressed as a black knight in the city and I'm helping people. Be careful...... let's not give out any more Black Knight armor)

If you hide your face, it won't be a problem if you give it all you can.

Noticing that, Guitar always disguised himself as a black knight when exercising his power in public.

The way home on nights like this one. I will solve the crime in my eyes in a light manner.

I'll sweep away the Grand Feria bad guys! The ambition was not precious, for example, but abandoning people even though they have power is a bad aftertaste.

As a result, Guitar was sticking his neck in just what he saw in his eyes - which greatly fueled the popularity of the Black Knight among the people.

A brave man who uses his powers only for his country and the world, not for individuals. With the same power as his presence, the Black Knight moves us to 'For ourselves'. To the familiar hero who suddenly appeared, people remembered the familiarity no other hero had.

But then it's the people in the Black Knight who get in trouble, noble. When things get bigger, it's hard to extinguish fire. The more you act as a Black Knight, the more the Black Knight Faith becomes feverish.

Fortunately, these days, new heroes have emerged, such as the Lion Mask and the Magic Virgin Masked Cortese. This is where I lurk my breath and just wait for the Black Knight heat wave to leave. Your university thought that would be wise.

"... from the side of my mind"

In your sight, a girl was drawn into the alley.

The big man, who put a cloth on the girl's mouth and forcefully took her away, seems only a criminal, even if he thinks modestly.

In the streets where not many stores were open, they were not as popular as expected, and no one, other than Noble University, was watching the earlier figure.

"... I'll have to do it."

From the looks of the bad guys that would be adventurer breakdowns, it was easy to imagine it would be a rough thing.

And it was hard to imagine a shop for anything that would solve the rough stuff.

As a result, Guitar jumped into another alley, opened the system menu, and removed the armor and helmet from the item field.

"Ugh... I hope at a time like this, a lion mask or something will come"

Sighing and sincerely wishing for your greatness.

But for another hero to appear conveniently, come on. Granferia was wide.

"Hey, hey, hey! Out of the way! Out of the way!

This evening you will be the Black Knight.

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

From the darkness of the city, save the innocent girl.

"What, so..."

Usual people help. The usual conciliation.

In it, if there's only one difference...

"Why......!?

Tonight's victim was a girl you know very well.

(Why... Well, I'd like to hear it...)

Easy to move light equipment, similar to school internship clothing.

Blonde hair with blue eyes and whirling and swirling.

Though it was the face that was blue, the girl who was attacked by the bad guys was undoubtedly Francois and only surprisingly a girl to be in the downtown Intermediate District.

"Ah, ah..."

I guess he's been hit by Mahi poison. The girl just shivers fine in your arms and can't have a proper conversation.

Most of all, noble people today, who look like black knights, can't even speak up to someone they know.

Inevitably, the two remain silent and go slowly down the alley. Noble Daughter, who held François like a princess, walks toward the street to keep her out of sight as much as possible.

"Lady!?

"And you...!

Eventually, just out on the street, came the SS who knew your face, too.

The magical swordsmen with the Ferdinand family, while worried about François, did not hide their upset at the appearance of the Black Knight.

Fortunately, you pushed François against them and jumped up onto a building lined up in the street.

"Oh, wait!

Leaving behind the chasing words as well, Guitar ran on the roof with all his might and jumped over the road.

And while he becomes transparent with his hidden skills, he puts his head from the top of his helmet.

"This is what you do, so you're going to talk weird..."

He says he doesn't stand in regret, but he doesn't excuse himself for leaving the crimes he sees alone.

Bitter in his own, weirdly solitary conscience, Guido ran the darkness at night toward his home.

"Nevertheless, the one from François, why were you there?

Doubts added to the usual regrets. It was something that could never be solved by a noble man who could not have known the family circumstances of the Ferdinand family.

He said, "Is that a trick? Totally......"

I didn't think I was - no, I didn't know the Black Knight was the target, and your daddy leaned his neck and was thinking about François.

At the same moment, in the sub-district of Granferia...

No, to be exact, the eastern part of the lower district. Among the Gran Feria, the city was starving, especially in an allegedly insecure section.

"The Black Knight has appeared again,"

One of the bases that disguised the warehouse was a gathering of bad gala men.

Thin people. The Gracious. The Neither. One like a wizard. The men, so fragmented and without unity, were showing a strange cohesion due to their poor eyesight, which made them disappoint that they were one group.

Criminal organisations, terrorists, mafias, bandits - whatever that may be, there is no mistake that the men are the bad guys first.

"It's hard to do..."

"Oh, hard to do"

A dozen people gathered in the small room laughed slightly but had no joy in their eyes.

Instead, its eyes, with their bottomless darkness, were never seen where the sun would hit, and here in Slam Street, too, they were distant when they were bad in nature.

Bad nature - yes, bad nature, they are.

This group of bad guys, whose name is' Under the Roses', equals the shame of Granferia.

Bullshit themselves as necessary evils, starches that should be in cities. They don't hesitate to commit evil acts, crimes, and don't consider sin a sin.

They take people, they sell them, they buy drugs, they run them into the city. Unseal the spell, the forbidden book, and not even kill anyone.

'Under the Roses' is bound to be involved in some way in the heinous crimes that take place in this city. The darkness lurking beneath the beautiful flower capital - but for the past six months or so, it has lurked the ringing.

"Since when has this city become so hard to live in? Always this one, Black Knight, Black Knight. Pop to the righteous side. More copycats."

"Until the Michelotti one, start soaking clean..."

"It's hard to live in. It's hard to live."

Those who can only live in sludge are twice as sensitive to changes in their living areas.

The areas where we can do whatever we want are getting narrower and narrower -.

No matter who told me, the evil men who were grieving about it scowled at the portrait of a black knight on the wall.

"Ha, but fine. Ha ha."

For a moment, in a quiet little room, there was a tease and a laugh.

A gray-haired young man, bandana wrapped around his forehead. A young man by the name of Matisse, the head of Under the Roses, stabbed a knife in the portrait and laughed, again, at his temper.

"You just have to crush this guy. It's easy to understand."

The young man, who had many missing things that should not be lacking as a person, removed the vial from his nose and showed off the white powder in it.

"We have this. Ha, you can use this guy."

Matisse laughs in the face that she has nothing to worry about as she pinches and shakes the vial with her fingers.

In his eyes, there was no fear or anger for the Black Knight - just vain, more and more cloudy.

"Whatever you want, I'll feed him to the Black Knight."

Matisse pretended to throw a vial and then showed the motion of pulling a bow or throwing a knife.

"That's right, he's paralyzed and stops moving. When that happens, you can already do whatever you want. You can take your neck off every helmet and decorate the main entrance."

Finally, Matisse stared inadvertently at the vial, showing him the motion to screw his neck off.

This white powder is a magic powder. Magic powder that paralyzes people, beasts, even demons, without exception.

Matisse also laughed in a good mood, rubbing the same drug that had made François mahi, thanks to love.

"Ha ha, Mary Copes. The woman gave me something nice."

"Huh? That guy was named Mortavia Chambas, wasn't he?

"Were you? Well, I don't care what your name is. Ha ha."

Grand Feria, Slam Street. Fake names and such are common here.

The executives of Under the Roses also have a different real name. The name Matisse was just one of a number of pseudonyms.

So they don't care. Nobody cares that the woman who brought the magic powder to the tissue - that the woman's initials are unified in M.C.

No one here cared that the woman was putting together signs of a thick demon - her eyeballs stained black at times.