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

There is a Japanese-style room in your house.

A small Japanese-style room with a fireplace stuck together in a western-style living room.

In summer the tatami is limp and cold, and in winter the torch is warm. If you turned your attention to the holidays, breaks, and Japanese-room, there was always someone there.

"So. I thought I saw it somewhere, and it was Francois, the girl."

"Huh? Why was he walking around with cancer?"

"Lady of the Ferdinand family in the downtown area at night, is that it? That's funny."

"Yes, sir."

Cold winds gushed December, the warmth of the fireplace wasn't enough, and many people were still gathered in the Japanese-room on this day.

Young men and girls who are muddy and warm with their legs and arms stuck in a torch planted with [warm] magic stones.

Precious, alti, serie, eru. Oddly enough, members who knew that you were the Black Knight gathered for a free life, and you were fortunate enough to tell them what happened a few days ago.

"Nevertheless, were you still playing with the black knight's outfit? Why don't we just stop playing around?

"It's not a trick! When I'm real!

"Speaking of which, you did."

Are you serious or are you kidding me? The brunette elf, who glimpsed your greatness with his face, began to read the book silently again.

Kaoru, who weaves his handmade chanko, has recently sat in the Japanese room just because he deserves to be here.

She glanced at the brand new bookshelf placed behind her, and Guitar sighed in disgust.

"Sa, Mr. Sayama. If you don't mind, Black Knight's helmet and armor, could you show it to me on this occasion...?

"Oh, good, that. I've never seen that before, either."

"Hmm? Well, fine"

Royal Librarian Apprentice. Serie, a girl featuring fluffy chestnut hair and a beret.

Being on edge and close to age, she and Alty are seeing each other a little bit, even in private.

An insipid girl and a masculine adventurer. They were two in contrast, but breathing is oddly fitting. Begging by the sparkling girls, Guido took the Black Knight gear out of the item section.

"Look, here it is"

Lightweight armor with black full helm and hairy chest armor. There, it also looks like a short sword, these with the addition of a black knife, are all of the black knight's gear that makes the alley noisy.

"Wow...! This is the sword and armor of the Black Knight......!

"Heh. I was wondering if you were halibotty, you're surprisingly well made"

"Sort of. I'll be there in time, but I'm useless. I don't have any gear."

The girls shouted louder and louder as they surrounded the weapons placed by Noble Dae on the torch.

Even my paced elu lifts his face from the book, fixing the position of his glasses, while looking at the edge of his armor with his fingers.

It was an item that had nothing to do with you - it seemed like a first-class item to the people of this world.

Staring at the three fornicating men, Guido laid his right hand on the tatami behind him, grabbing the hot water with his free hand, and relaxing and rinsing his tea.

"Ah, it's such a time already! Sayama, Eru, let's go to the library."

Celier, who was lifting a knife or wearing a helmet, turned her face to the column clock and raised a loud voice to Ah.

I don't mind staying this neat if it's a holiday, but unfortunately, today is a weekday.

The four of them gathered on this occasion also for a work meeting when it came to the original. Eru was rowing a boat with depression...... caught by it and scared of Yumiel if he fell asleep.

Feeling the ghost gaze of a job flying from the living room, Guitar rose in a hurry.

"Oh, yeah! Hey, Eru! Let's go!"

"Munya... there's a study that says that sleeping in the evening increases the efficiency of your work..."

"Let's go, Olah!

"Ay ok!? Don't bore me with your ears!

You pull out a wasting elf trying to dive into the torch, and your daddy speaks to Yumiel and Alti.

"Bye, Yumi, I'm coming. Arty says hello at work next time."

"... Yes, you're not going"

"Oh. Do as the meeting tells you."

He's a noble man who can't quite fire the engine, but once he moves, his movements are smooth.

Guitar, wearing his coat, took Eru, who weaved his white coat over his winter clothes, and Celier, who also did so, and left his home early enough.

Then, keep going out onto the boulevard and walk towards the Royal Library in the Advanced District.

"There aren't many city carriages this season."

"Walk once in a while. You're gonna get fat in the winter."

From your house to the Royal Library, it's about an hour on foot.

There was quite a distance, but it could not have been more wealthy, such as using a city carriage in the Grand Feria.

Even in one of the largest cities in the eastern continent, the basics of mobility are walking. Poor nobles and serious and diligent seriers walked through the city with unhealthy elves that would move their feet.

"Is that it, François?

Everything leaves the shop (Free Life) on the road to the Royal Library.

Guido, who entered the Advanced District, saw a well-known girl across the spacious boulevard.

"Oh, I knew it was François. Hey!"

The cafeteria along the boulevard, the aristocratic girl sitting in its window seat and with her cheekstick on her worries.

Noble Daisy, who I saw know, waved at her without any concern...

"Is that it? Didn't you hear...?

Francois disappeared into the back of the store, wondering if he had ever taken a seat.

It's an advanced district with fewer people than the lower districts, but there are quite a few people in the daytime.

I guess I got lost in that mess and didn't get a voice. Having so decided, Noble University took Eru and the others, without any particular concern, on the main street again.

"... ugh"

Well, to you, François, who was thought to be 'unnoticed'...

As a matter of fact, I have noticed his presence since your presence on the boulevard.

"Ugh..."

I could see it. I heard you. I admitted what you looked like.

Yet François escaped to the back of the store and closed the makeup room door to hide herself.

"Shh, Doctor... Ugh..."

I didn't hate you anymore. François wanted to invite him, if possible, to enjoy his afternoon tea.

But now she has - in her breasts, disloyalty and guilt.

Sometimes brought on by the Black Knight, he pierced François's chest like a lizard, and his sweet pain led to his apologies to Noble University (the Thinker).

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

In a narrow makeup room, François tries to cover his mouth with both hands to contain overflowing whimpers.

Instead, trying to utter an apology to your great college didn't quite make sense.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

Awkward words, like crying toddlers, disappear into the makeup room.

François de Ferdinand should not be such a pitiful girl. I was always full of myself and I just had the power not to be ashamed to do so.

Even so, when you get involved, she always gets upset. Like all the girls in Ichii, I see tears easily.

That's because of love. It was a movement of heart that inevitably appeared, though I love you greatly.

François was not ashamed of it. Rather, I was proud.

All this sadness about romance is extra and everything is wonderful!

The love for Noble University, which was rooted in itself, had grown François into a big human being one turn at a time.

- That's why. That's why François hated himself.

My own romance that I believed was all the way. And the words of love that I should have dedicated to you. I betray everything, I couldn't forgive that moment.

No. No, no, no! Again and again, words of denial.

I'm not a "butt-little bitch". I'm not the kind of woman who changes the mind I've decided to be this person.

"... no. It's not, Doctor."

But to tell that word face to face, that sweet whimper is deadly -.

That was why, absolutely, it had to be denied.

Intermediate district downtown. Those living in this compartment have had a certain hunch over the past few days.

- Something happens.

No specific answer came up, but everyone, they were feeling it.

Give it a shitty vibe. Sneaking creepy signs.

Downtown is no different than usual. The drunkards make a lot of noise and the whores invite men with yellow voices.

Central Square is as busy as ever, and unpopular alleys seem as noisy as usual.

Nothing changes - it's horrible because nothing changes.

What is this disturbing air that wraps the downtown area when you can't see any change? What is this invisible threat?

It's horrible because it's invisible. It's horrible because you can't put it into words. As a result, the last few days downtown had seen just a few more stores faster closing times than usual.

"Ma'am. Placement of each member, over"

"... Yep"

One of the factors that makes downtown residents look like shellfish trapped in their shells.

The Ferdinand family SS dressed as townspeople were still melting into the downtown area tonight, waiting for François' instructions.

"Never... Never, ever, find the Black Knight..."

"... I'll take care of it. I'll take care of it, lady."

To François, depressed, head of the SS lowering his head, Sebastian.

There was no explanation from François, but the reason she was depressed was that everyone in SS would have guessed.

Meet the Black Knight. François avoiding greatness. The SS, who had smiled at the lady's love heart, so painfully understood the circumstances of this one.

And maybe François is still looking for the Black Knight...

(I'm going to be settled, my lady.)

To my own heart. To my thoughts on the Black Knight. We will settle all of them and finally reunite with you.

Proud is Ferdinand. Grand Duke of Easwind, trace daughter of the Ferdinand family.

The SS were searching for the shadow of the Black Knight, pitying the future master's altitude the other way around.

"Nah... I feel like even tonight"

Coming down from the Advanced District, Francois sets up a formation on the north side of downtown.

Contrary to her, coming up from the lower district and gathering to the south side of downtown was another factor that brought a hunch to the city. He was an executive of Under the Roses, led by Mathis, and the constituents.

"Ha. Yeah, tonight. Somehow I know."

Shadow of the downtown shadow. Mathis laughs in front of his men in a trail barely lit by the moonlight.

"Good, I don't know if it's bad, but tonight. Ha, tonight. Tonight, ha."

Tonight, tonight and the muttering Matisse, as mixed with a dry laugh.

It is due to this intuition that he grew younger and rose to the head of Under the Roses.

Executives and constituents who knew about it began to grin brutally or sweat cold.

"All right, then, we'll get the Black Knight's neck. Ha, whoever it is, screw him off."

On a mild note, Matisse gives instructions to kill people.

He takes the example vial out of his nose and lets it pinch and shake with his fingers.

Let's go, then.

The head of Under the Roses starts walking, laughing in tease.

And in the hands of those who followed him - the same vial was gripped.

To the SS of the Ferdinand family, the criminal group Under the Roses.

Two populations of different origins and natures, oddly enough, began to move towards the same goal, on the same day.

If you intend to grasp the fruit of a black knight, born in a tree called Granferia, clashes are inevitable and strife is imperative.

Something happens. There will be a case. The hunch of the downtown residents descends on them tonight as a reality.

In a way they never thought - in the worst possible way, they were trying to get them involved.

"Skewers of sheep, skewers of sheep ~ ♪ I'll definitely eat meat today - Hmm."

Now, on the other hand, the black knight at the heart of the commotion was singing songs and such.

Guido, who had worked his way out to manual labor until sundown, had decided to stop in the downtown area on his way home from work, eat skewers and go home.

Tired body, skewered sheep. Cook plenty of fatty lamb over charcoal flames and eat only sprinkled with rock salt.

Simple, but I can't wait for it to taste delicious skewers, and your daddy is letting his groom and heart bounce.

"No matter how old you are, you can buy and eat."

The smell of roasted meat and butter drifts through the downtown area, making your face dusty.

A maid as tough as your mother told you to refrain from buying and eating, but you did your best to repair the walls today. He approached a delicious skewer-roasted shop where he would be forgiven for a few moments.

"... hmm?

After moving from the walls to the downtown area and entering the compartment, Noble University was headed straight for the desired store.

He felt like something had appeared in his sight and looked around for a moment looking back behind him.

"Hmm...?

Although I felt uncomfortable, I don't see any particular anomaly. The usual streets, the usual people. The hustle and bustle you hear from Central Square is always the same for you.

Finally, it was the usual thing to have a man holding down a woman in an alley, or not having a police force nearby.

"Again. You've been making a scene lately."

I can't abandon it if I see it.

Guitar entered the nearby apartment, activated [Invisible] and disappeared.

And in the next moment, a knight in black appears on the roof of the same building. Dressed as a black knight, Guitar stared at the assault being committed under his eyes as he checked the clasp of the light armor.

"The world is full of thieves... but there are limits."

It was your first experience, including turning into a black knight twice a week.

Is the security in the intermediate district disturbing, or is it just a coincidence? Either way, to an undesirable development, Guitar jumped forward to the rapist, sighing.

"Heh...!?

In theatre and plays, a black knight named, speaking up - but the real thing is oligarchy and clerical.

You didn't say anything extra, you didn't waste your time, you fainted the rapist lightly. The middle-aged man, who had removed his belt and was now trying to expose exactly the area, fell and lay on the ground in the same position.

"Oh, oh......!?

I guess I felt scared. The town daughter, who disrupted her clothes and hair, shrugged back to the back of the alley, frightened also by the sudden appearance of a black knight.

(Come on, you're not that way)

The darkness of the city is a wolf's twist. If I ran in there, if I did poorly, I feared I wouldn't come back.

Worried Noble Daughter slowly turned to the back of the alley to avoid irritating the town daughter and stuck in her way.

"Huh...? Oh, ah...?

Behind you... the town girl finally regained her sanity when she realized that what was in the place she was about to go was darkness.

Town girl stopping her legs, nagging sorry and starting mojo and hand rustling. At this rate, I was just relieved that you would be okay...

- I found it.

His body was acting naturally and evading the moment his spine trembled.

"Become...!?

A sharp knife sticks out where he stood until a few seconds ago. Holding on to it is a town daughter like no other. The girl, who had blushed and nagged until earlier, had lost her expression like a doll and remained solidified with the knife sticking out.

"This move, no doubt. Found, Found, Found..."

Both eyes as emotionless as insects. A ceramic, hardened look. Cold words, slaughter all over me.

In an instant, the girl who turned from town daughter to sloppy - or assassin - took the whistle out of her nostrils and blew sharply into the sky.

Then, as if to echo, the downtown air turns rough. Swordswallowing, and, moreover, cold signs are approaching from all over the city.

(Damn, something, yabe!

When I realized, the man I was supposed to have passed out earlier was getting up loosely, looking as inorganic as the girl.

And the two of them applied white powder out of the vial to a knife that was smeared with oil - and suddenly, they attacked you greatly.

(Shit...)

If you have as much strength as you have, there is no such thing as defeating the two of you and handing them over to the police.

But your combat experience is not so shallow as entering into combat without knowing the situation.

There's only one way out of here. The situation takes a distance before making sure. Guitar kicked the wall and jumped up onto the roof of the private house.

"Shit!"

"Sweet!

Did reinforcements arrive, or were ambushes lurking?

Double, triple and netting descend from the roof to coincide with the precious leap.

But they were rarely cut apart by you, and scattered in pieces. The following bola was also sent, and the rope with hammers on both ends vanished vainly somewhere.

(tools for captivity... poisoned knife... are you going to get me?... No, that's not all, I'm sure)

Your Majesty was remembering the eyes of the Raiders as they jumped out of the scene in a big way.

Those emotionless eyes, who have no idea what to do to harm people. His eyes, shining like guillas and oil worms, make the beholder disgust.

Guitar looked familiar to that eye. Evil men, bandits and criminals who, as adventurers, made fun of younger dignitaries many times. You felt the same thing from the raiders earlier.

(The aim is the Black Knight...... did you get in the way when you did your 'job'? So running away here won't solve the problem...)

You hide yourself in the shadows of the chimney and let your thoughts wander in just a few moments.

While doing so, signs of killing approached me to shrink the wheel...

'... Ooooooo...!

"Huh! What?

When Guitar finally set himself up, he heard a sword trident from Central Square.

Quickly move the place and look into the center of downtown. Then, in his eyes, an unexpected sight popped in.

In Central Square, kicking barrels and crates, white and black crossing blades.

The SS of the Ferdinand family and the constituents of "Under the Roses" both remained townspeople, fighting with all their dying power.

"We met here for the centenary, that's the one. You're gonna give me a hard time!

"Damn it!!

Magic swordsmen who bind one, and another, to the perplexing wicked.

The elites of Hundred Wars Smelting do not change a single complexion for sudden engagements, but defeat the evil men with swords and magic.

"Damn, why are you holding the knights...!

"Was the information leaking......!?

The 'Under the Roses', who are outnumbered, are also the U.S.S. crowd if they fall into chaos.

No way, the rogues stood on the emergence of fierce men who could not have appeared in such a place.

"Heh...! You're surrounded! Noblemen, I mean it!

"Oh, oh......!? That guy, I know him! He's...!"

"Ferdinand's, White Old Dragon!?

Eventually, the faces of the criminal organization lost their blood to the gray-haired gentleman who appeared in the square.

Its name is also high, the Grand Duke. The Ferdinand family has an old warrior who protects this.

That's the head of the SS, Sebastian S. Servas! The rogues caught their throats and screamed a fine scream at the advent of Magic Fencer Without Line.

"This is not the purpose, but it's not something you can look at, such as the outer roads waving major players and walking. All hands, take it easy."

"" "Ugh!!

Raising the blades of the escape together, the SS magical swordsmen are slashed by criminals who were turning into townspeople.

"Nah nah nah!! Bastards, give it back!!

"" "Ohhhh!!

The belly-up criminals also raised their voices in defeat and shook up their chisels and knives.

The public fled to scatter the spider child, and the drinker closed the door simultaneously. From the gap between windows and doors, the two groups bump into each other directly from the front as people watch - terrified.

"... what's going on? Aim... isn't that me?

Guido was raising his confused voice as he looked down at the square from above the tall building.

Earlier accidental strikes and subsequent raids were clearly aimed at the Black Knight. Neither the narrowing siege net nor the sneaking demon's hand should have been directed at one black knight.

How is that, suddenly, foggy and instead noisy in the square? To unfold without falling, Guitar even forgot to enter the assistant knife and saw it in the battle of the square.

"Rely on poison! You weak people!!

"I don't want to be told by the one who uses magic and swords!

Magic swordsmen intercept this with forged flesh and skill to the bad guys who made Mahi poison all attacks.

It is inevitable that 'Under the Roses', which has gone north, and the SS, which has gone south, will collide, and this battle was happening as fast as it could.

But that, too, would have ended without the sound of that whistle - without the reports of the discovery of the Black Knight, which exposed the nature of the criminals.

It's all a coincidence. Everything is a misunderstanding. Without knowing each other's purpose, the two groups were fighting with sparks scattered.

"Sounds interesting! Let me join you!

"Shit!

Eventually, adventurers will join the battle that took place in downtown,

"Can you keep doing this......!

"Forgive me......! I won't let you guys go home alive......!!

scattered throughout the city, even the executives of Under the Rose gathered to

"" "Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Stormy - for the criminals, it turned into a muddy battle.

This wasn't supposed to happen. There was no way he was there, such as the opposing forces. He was going to drain the black knights with the power of the organization and lift them up to the lower districts with exasperation.

It is clear to everyone's eyes that twitching and 'Under the Rose' are going to be disadvantageous, and that is why the constituents were aiming for a hand in overturning the situation.

I no longer care, such as the Black Knight. Now I just need to get through this place -!

"[Poison Blood]!

"[Darkness Storm]!

A poisonous mucus runs through the square in a black breeze.

Head to this battlefield, head of the Ferdinand family SS! If you do something about that old man, you'll find him alive in death -!

The poisonous spear, which narrowed the powerful range magic to one point, was directed at only one Sebastian.

But...

"This is an interesting tune."

The "Magic Fencer" of the Battle undone the combined magic with just the Rapier judgment, without any magic.

"Jah!!

"Lady, step back, please."

The pursuit of the executives, dispersed in poisonous spears, also intercepts them without difficulty and slashes them under one sword. Take even the splashing blood with a handkerchief and don't let the Lord touch even a drop.

This is the strength of the old dragon to protect the Ferdinand family. The power of the man who was told that he was in Granferia.

Before that, it is no different from the relaxation that is lacking to take, to say the inhabitants of the fine underground world. There's no reason for them to go home safely against the White Old Dragon.

It's just - it's just, for Sebastian, if there's been a miscalculation -.

"Ahhh!?

"Lady!?... Grrr!

There would have been a Mahi poison that made his unexpected person in Under the Roses and instantly rendering as many warriors as he.

"Uncle, Sa, Ma..."

"Sebastian! Sebastian?

Francois, protected by an absolute shield called Sebastian, screamed.

For her, Sebastian's strength was one complete form. I couldn't think of him struggling or anything, and I believed he was better than the Alliance Master and the Master of Court Magic in defense.

That Sebastian... the head of the SS, was defeated.

As soon as possible, the battlefield caused confusion, and in the midst of that commotion, François was taken away by someone.

"Ha. Ha ha."

François is grabbed on his feet like a tailored deer or pig and dragged unwrought over the cobblestone.

Her ear covering her head sounds a soothing, empty laugh.

The man who defeated Sebastian. Probably quite powerful. And constituents of Under the Roses...

The horror of criminal organizations that even François knows the name is not the ratio of bad guys she came across the other day.

I'm just sorry. I just can't do it. Considering his identity and the nature of Under the Roses, François waved some hand with full force.

"Oh? Better alive than I thought. Ha ha."

To the darkness, the raider who was about to go to the darker.

The bandana-wrapped young man, Matisse, for a moment, looked decent and laughed like a toddler.

François was frightened by the laughter. To that man, who was far from good, he restrained the tremor, and pointed the sword of his departure.

"You know who I am, right?

"Oh, I get it. I get it. You're the only daughter of the Ferdinand family, right? I've seen it in the parade."

"Then..."

"Yeah. It's going to be interesting. I picked up a good one. Whatever you do, it's going to be interesting. Ha ha."

To Matisse's words, François was wondering who he was.

If it's just a pastime, I wouldn't say this. If you're just an anomaly, you can't do this.

Its ability to ambush Sebastian and the present situation like arbitrary devotion. As you wish, he is at the top of Under the Roses.

Executives or heads of organizations? Turns out he's not a lot of opponents in any case, and François shook his guard all the more.

"I won't let you. This sword of mine will keep you from planning."

"... heh"

Matisse stopped laughing for a moment at the appearance of François, who stood without a gap.

He stared at the slender sword with his narrowed eyes intriguingly, stopping perfectly the hand he was stretching.

Every day, I read her strengths in training. I saw how much more 'usable' the girl was than my men and stopped moving once.

Yet...

"What...!?

Mathis began to move forward without leaving it to the protruding sword.

A sword is stabbed in his spread hand, and even if it pops out of the back of his hand, before, before, before, Matisse keeps walking.

Unexpectedly François tried to pull out his sword, but his body was just swallowed up in Matisse's hands and he didn't come back at all.

"Ha. Nice luxury product. It feels classy. Ha ha."

"Ah, you......!

He held his sword pierced hand several times to indulge, and Matisse smiled with real happiness.

If you're aware, he was packing his time. In his own way, he was powerless François's sword.

Everything was heterogeneous, and François was also stunned to forget to flee. I feared from the bottom of my heart that this was the inhabitant of the Underground.

"Ugh...... come on, let's get you home. I'll make you some tea too... haha"

The man with the moonlight on his back and his face dyed black, laughed again.

Darker black than darkness in his eyes, the head of the criminal organization reached out to the golden girl.

The feeling of the sword tearing the flesh and scraping the bones is transmitted into François's hands. Scary. Scary. It's disgusting. Every evil emotion tries to come out with François's mouth on it.

What a poisonous thing for a teenage girl the presence of Matisse is. Residents of the darkness, who take the resisting heart, are slowly trying to put their hands on the girl's body with an empty grin on her face.

(Doctor…)

At last Francois, trembling like a toddler, asked for help in his heart.

(Sir...!

I'm not a black knight. It's not Sebastian. I'm not even her father I can count on.

Ordinary appearance. Blurry hair. Eyes that always seem to have slept. Dahl seemingly fluttering behavior.

But it's irreplaceable to François, just one dear man. One gentle, warm man who stood at the end of his life's path and always led her.

François just thought about Nobunaga Sayama.

(Dr. Takahiro......!

Has the prayer reached him, fulfilled him?

It was only God who knew - but now, on this occasion, there appeared those who would help the girl.

"Huh!?

There was a gust of wind in an alley like nowhere else.

Sharp, fierce winds, like scattering darkness. It rolled up François's golden hair and erased the grin from Matisse's face.

"Yikes...!

Delayed, Matisse suppresses his left hand.

Ripped by a sword, his wrist swings like a puppet and begins to bleed like a waterfall.

"Ha ha"

It wasn't François holding the sword that did it. Matisse's hand was torn apart by the sudden existence that jumped between them, forcing them apart.

"Are you...!

Black armor in the light of the moon. The unstoppable movement in anyone's eyes and the black sword held in their hands.

François and Matisse, the Phantoms they were after, showed up in the alley in two unexpected ways.

"Why...?

Not turning to the girl's questionable voice, the black knight confronts Matisse.

The Black Knight was wary, with surprise, of Matisse, who tore off his own hand but sent the attack.

Not only that - creepy signs transmitted from Matisse also raise the alarm of the Black Knight.

"Ha..."

He made his unhealthy complexion increasingly blue, and Matisse still laughed naggingly - whimsically, or, did he fear the power of the Black Knight?

The head of Under the Roses slowly lagged behind on the sidewalk as he wrapped a bandana around his hand.

"... Fine. I'll pull tonight. Ha. A scattered night."

The blurring, which had been heard from afar, was gradually dwindling.

At the same time, the high metal noise stopped ringing, which meant the end of the battle.

It probably ended with the defeat of Under the Roses. Many constituents have been captured by now, and executives and powerful people will be on the run.

Yes, just like Matisse is now. Matisse, who guessed about it, laughed bitterly, but finally laughed brightly and disappeared.

"-But there was a harvest."

Ahead of his gaze. There's just a little exposed black knight skin there, and there's a little white powder attached there -.

……

The Black Knight - Your Highness, following Matisse's gaze, finally realized that his hands were trembling.

It's not fear. Nor is it due to tension. This feeling is a symptom of the Mahi he is familiar with -.

(Ugh, you're lying!?

As soon as I realized, the cramps went around your whole body.

His body is paralyzed, as electricity was shed, and at the same time his powers are lost. Vision stains white, thoughts loosen rotation.

(Prevents condition anomalies, equipment, is…)

In acting alone, your university was twice as attentive to state abnormalities.

I still wear accessories to prevent abnormal conditions that inhibit mahi, fascination, and behavior. Never before has that protection been broken.

(No, no... Identity... Found out...)

Even the braces of the chaotic dragon, which gives many state anomalies at once, withstand noble greatness.

By the white powder impersonated by Matisse, he mahissed his body and mind to excess and passed out in front of François.

A black knight who must not reveal himself - in public, exposed himself to defenselessness.

"... this, ha"

What would Francois have thought when he saw a black knight fall in the alley?

What comes to mind in bright white is confusion, relief, interest, pity, anger.

An emotion not even in person can grasp swirls in the girl's heart, shaking her body.

"Why..."

François was going to tell the Black Knight his decision tonight.

Again, I was about to meet a black dressed hero and see how I felt.

She was going to prove that sometimes it was a mistake.

Yet why, does François remember the moment? Why, her heart feels something warm.

The lady of the noble Grand Duke's house could not forgive herself for her 'sluttiness' due to her high level of possession. I could not forgive myself with two hearts, nor could I forgive the black knight who confused me.

While he was about to cry out, Francois put his hand on the black knight's helmet by his uncontrollable anger.

At the very least, I tried to see what the Phantom who took my heart looked like.

Tears, indignation, and François roughly unfastening like eight hits. Loosen the fixation, put your hand on the edge, remove the helmet, and -.

And - the truth, I know.

"Ah...... oh......!?

An unprecedented disaster that struck Easwind. A hero in black who defeated Chaos Dragon alone, knocking down a great power to the bottom of despair.

Everyone imagined and wanted to know who Superman was, who didn't expose his face, didn't speak a word, just waved his sword.

Are you a beautiful man? Is it scrupulous? Are you a celebrity? Is he an anonymous person? Are you human? Is it a demon?

François also anticipated the contents of the mask several times. From past portraits of heroes, he remembered what seemed to apply, creating stunning greatness.

But... but how's the real deal?

Mediocre face. A common form, far from heroic. Even publicly that this is the truth, the face of a black knight who is likely to smile when it is a yotai tale.

That was something François never thought possible, but something she knew well.

"You were..."

From the eyes of François, who was flashing, pounding, pounding and large tears spill.

Placing the removed helmet on the cobblestone, she laid her hands gently on your great body.

"Well, you did... Ugh, wow, I wasn't a mundane woman..."

Identity of the Black Knight. It was salvation for François.

A girl who learned to be a black knight from time to time. Her love, in fact, was directed at only one person.

François, who had learned of it, wept, and cheeked with love.

"You thought only of the teacher..."

She's a girl all the way. François was, as she thought, a one-way girl.

In the seventeen years of her life, only she fell in love with you and the Black Knight. That saved Francois, who for a time could not believe himself, also by knowing who the Black Knight was.

She was able to reaffirm that she was the same and that she was thinking of you all the way.

"Teacher... Teacher Takahiro..."

A young man who always saves his own crisis.

He reaches out softly and sometimes rushes like this, someone he can count on.

Only one, to the man he loved - François mouthed him with a great sense of purpose.

"I love you, Doctor"

François smiled calmly, feeling overflowing happiness and affection.

In her eyes, there was no more anxiety.

December. Winter deepens and the city at night has cold winds.

Still, François' breasts were filled with pomposity and warmth.