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

As I recall, on auspicious days, goodness did not mean to rush, but your college decided to go and see Melissa in the course of that day.

Come to think of it, I haven't seen each other for another month, no, February. Melissa's trend is more of a concern than an out-of-the-box companion (level 250).

"Sure... oh, there it is"

The King's capital, scattered with powdered snow, proceeds in a light foothold with a coat in it and buried in a muffler to the tip of his nose. Ahead of him, there was a tiny church, still in the tiny pavilion, where the bronze bells swayed slightly in the wind.

That church was where Melissa worked and where she lived. Melissa, who lives and works in church, should be there, unless there's so much...

"I knew you wouldn't answer [Cole]"

With your right hand in your ear, your University activates your calling skills. But there was no response to living as long as he waited, and Guido sighed and lowered his hand.

Melissa never tries to get out, although she has tried [Cole] several times on her way so far. All you can think about is whether you're turning off [call] per job or somewhere far away.

"I think he's disgraced, too."

A glimpse of his face, and he'll be gone at some point. Not just about the transfer skills, but remembering the gripping character of a girl named Melissa, Guitar knocked on the church door.

"Sorry!

There is talk that church doors are always open, but I can't help but be closed on such a cold day. While the cold breeze just made him think so, Guitar continued to knock several times,

"... that?

Just like [Cole], who can't connect, no one welcomed you.

I pulled the door knob to try, but it's locked or the door won't open like I caught it. Is there no one in there - in church? To that church that runs the city's ambulance?

Even on the Sabbath, there must be a priest...

"Whoa, Bowes. Sticky is no use."

"Huh?"

"There's no priest either. Sister's not here either. They're all gone."

"He's gone? Where?"

"I don't know. I'm listening."

That's all the craftsmen who wanted to go through left.

The church that treats me for free is closed, and I guess he's having difficulty too. The old man disappeared beyond the bend as he circled his stiff shoulders.

"... Melissa gone?

Nor, without notice, for every church officer who worked in the dwelling.

Is such a thing possible? Maybe it's something to do with the festival - but I just found out that something is wrong, even with your greatness, which is neglectful of the circumstances of the church.

"Do you want to do a little research?"

Guitar shrugged, with insignificant moves, into an unpopular alley. Therefore, the noble university, which activated [Invisible], jumped up to become transparent and dived into the building without making any noise.

"Mm-hmm."

Confirming that there was no keyhole on the floor of the building, Guitar slipped his hand over the wooden door. Then, at the same time as the Gotton and the dull sound sounded, Kido opened up momentously towards the bottom.

Without a good nod, Guitar entered the church in a tasteless dryness, gently closing the door and restarting. It's only fifteen seconds from here. For Noble University, a skilled veteran, there was no such thing as sneaking into a house.

"Well, Melissa's room,"

It's just something like how precious it is to feel a little hindsight and keep talking to yourself?

He is a truly small citizen youth. His carelessness was distracted around trying to hide his mouth with a muffler, even though no one had seen it.

"Is that it? Storage...... isn't it?

I'm not a thief, but I'm doing something close to it. Because of that impatience, Noble Daughter, who tried to find out quickly about Melissa, was soon to lean her neck as well.

"Here too... here too?

It's not that big of a church. When I finish checking the rooms lined up on the third floor, and I finish checking the upstairs treatment room, the modem room, there's nothing left to see anymore.

I thought if I went down to the ground floor - all that was there was, as you might expect, a chapel where the faithful prayed and a priest's room.

"You don't have Melissa's room, do you?

No matter how much you live in the qualities, there is a sense of life in people's rooms. Every day, there are traces of a man's livelihood, created by waking up there.

That's what I don't see anywhere in this church - no, on the contrary, I don't see the kind of furniture Melissa would use either.

I don't have a bed. There is no dresser. There is no closet. I have no desk.

No way, you can't even be awake in the beds in the treatment room. No matter how artificial the Virgin was, it was not that far out of common sense or out of existence.

"... then someone would have cleaned it up..."

He put his hand on his mouth and thought about it for a while.

I heard the church was disturbing. Melissa disappeared. And I realized something unusual now.

"... well, let's find out"

Maybe I think too much. Leaving it alone, otherwise, may not be a problem - but if evil gods were involved, then, alas, it's not none of my business.

Besides, sometimes when I find out that the Virgin, who laughs like a child, is missing, I get so restless.

Taunting himself that it was something I was familiar with, Guitar laid his hands on the wooden door of the mansion.

When I put this world into play, the girl thought it must be a comedy.

Otherwise not much. If we don't make it a joke, it's not something we can look at directly. Human ugliness, filth, is superfluous compared to all virtues.

The girl remembers what she was done to herself. The girl remembers what she did. The girl remembers the nauseating time.

Yeah, the fact that we can do something like that - after all, humans are broken somewhere. At least I can't save myself or a race like them. That's why you pray to God, you pray to God. I want to be forgiven. I wanted to escape from sin.

It's hard to say. I can't believe you want God to justify yourself. - It's not pure. There is no sincere heart there. All I have is a drooling desire.

Not at all salvageable. I'm sure we won't be able to reach out to ourselves for redemption until the end comes.

"Wait. You there, take the hood"

Accommodation town overlooking the Sacred Capital Servario from the top of the hill.

In that alley, one Sister was being spoken to by the gendarmerie.

"Thank you for your service."

This black hooded robe combines cold resistance. A bandage-wrapped face appeared from beneath it, and the gendarmerie utterly raised its voice.

"No, excuse me. Um, sorry."

"No, that's okay. Because I'm used to it."

Did you get burns or was the demon choosing your cheek?

The voice is as adorable as rolling a bell, but it's pathetic. The gendarmerie accidentally cut a cross in front of his chest and tried to leave the spot,

"Um, I'd like to ask you a few questions."

And, Sister called me out and stopped my leg.

"Yeah, if it's something I can answer to myself."

A young man was injured with a scratch on his face. You'll want to pray to God, and you'll want to rely on people.

The gendarmerie tried to do everything they could to Sister, with the kind of protective appetite directed at small animals.

Immediately, you will shrug yourself in amazement.

"Really? That's... helpful."

Sister's eyes are glowing lousy.

The golden eyes are glowing like demons.

It's like Medusa's eyes in the painting - I think so, while the gendarmerie's body solidifies like a stone.

"Oh......!?

A paralysis runs all over my body, and I can't move one fingertip. Whether you raise your voice and call for help, you won't even be free to gasp.

Sister with a bandage on her face slowly approaching...

"It's okay. Your body will start to move quickly. What was here... Scary things, we all forget"

A whispering voice. A blurry tone.

"So..."

The gendarmerie, who felt disturbed there,

"Tell me what you know, right?

"~ ~ ~ ~!

Finally, he raised a voice that was not a voice and lost consciousness.

"I knew..."

Sister, who put the gendarmerie to sleep in the dust in the alley and wrapped the bandage - Melissa Cortese left the spot early enough.

(The chief of security is changing. Some interrogation stations I don't know...... have an unorthodox order system)

Melissa moves on through the boarding town as she pulls down her black hood. On her side is the slope of the hill, and beyond it is the Sacred Capital Servario -.

"I knew he was still alive."

Melissa shrugs and lets her eyes dwell on a swordswallowing light.

She slowly proceeded to walk, nagging to hide it.

On the road to the inn, I remember the days that used to be. Workshop that creates an artificial Virgin, a tragic memory in that dark, vain place.

There was nothing good about it. It was all hard and painful. So on the day I got my freedom, I should have erased it without a trace -.

The mastermind is still there. There is a person alive who can be called the core. The man who launched The Artificial Virgin Development Plan is still alive!

Every time I remember that ugly, dead tree-like old man, Melissa's heart clouds with anger and hatred. The girl, who made a small noise with a chilli and a toothpick, turned her hate-burning eyes to the Holy City again.

"This time......!

Melissa was glad to have a bandage around her face because of the disguise.

I can't show this face to anyone. To God, to the fellows we once spent together - and to the youth who saved themselves once.

If he finds out, he'll hate you. You can't hide your ugly parts through and show them to that guy.

Let's go back with a smile. Let's just show that guy a smile.

- But right now, only at this time.

Melissa, with her gloomy eyes, took her gaze off the Holy Capital all the time, and now it's time to go back to her inn.