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

Servario is an extremely special country. You have no army, you don't plow fields, you don't hunt beasts unless you go fishing. Only the 'Sacred Capital', the main mountain of the Church, is all about Servario, and this small country is supported by the bounties of the faithful.

"That's the Church, it's pure poverty," said the king of the kingdom who heard this story. I hope I don't ask for taxes, I don't collect them, and I take bread and wine - I guess the king thought it was exactly as the Bible says.

He also said he was surprised to actually visit Servario and lose his hips. Tall, majestic architecture. Brilliant clothes put together by the priest. It is the delicacies of the mountain seas, the finest wines and the inexhaustible bread that is consumed.

Savoring the wealth and prosperity of the church, which lasted a thousand years, the king muttered, "That's the church," he said again. The more such a euphemism remains, the more distant the Church is today from its ideals and reality.

I can't help it. A huge collection of hardware comes from all over the eastern continent. The delusion that anyone once thought, "If everyone in this country gives me a piece of copper coin, I can be rich soon" is a reality here.

The golden light confuses the hearts and minds. The weight of the treasure clouds people's eyes. Unlike taxes, "Money to Be Free" by the name of Bushi. Can a saint keep reason when he has it in his hand?

What about the pope, what about the priest, what about the bishop? If we believe in teaching, if we pray to God, can man forsake secular greed?

There's no way. They want to be filled, they want to be saved, they make mistakes because they are believers.

Salvation in this world! This is the gospel! For the faithful, for the church, if you did your best, could you rinse some sweet honey...

It is the Sacred Capital Servario that such greed was able to accumulate. Everyone is crazy here. Common sense is lost, good sense leaves to the other side, and God's grace turns away - at least, that's what Melissa thought.

"It doesn't change"

Is it about a tenth the size of a Gran Feria?

A small small country that seems to be able to go around the outer perimeter in an hour or so. Situated so amidst the sleek hills, Sacred Capital Servario boasted a majesty for years.

"... really, it doesn't change"

Melissa whined sighingly as she looked down the street from one of its rooms, a four-story residence reserved for the faithful.

"Why..."

Solitaire feeling disappointed or tired. Her dark, cloudy eyes reflected her memories in this city.

"Guys! Look, over here. Yo!

Fun memory. Memories of a little child.

I ran around in the orphanage yard. We all played together. Sister held me to sleep the night of the storm. That day I was feeling God's blessing.

"Sister? Hey, Sister? What's with the money?

Memories of the day you nested the orphanage. Memories where I didn't know anything.

I became a Sister Apprentice. That's what I thought. But the truth is, it was just 'shipped'. That day I still believed in God.

'No... no! Stop! Stop!

Hard memory. Memories of when I became an artificial Virgin.

How it felt when you were embedded with Dungeon Core. A runoff of chilly magic vegetables. And my days as an experimental body to begin with. For the first time in my life, that day I doubted the existence of God.

"Success." "Success." "Success."

"It's great, Melissa." "You've been chosen." "I'm sure you'll be happy with that one."

"Blessings are here," "Gospels are here," "This is just the miracle"

Melissa remembers Nitanita and the laughing clerics. Their faces, their words, we all remember. And what they made themselves, guys, guys...

"Why not?"

I tried so hard not to repeat that one.

You should have removed the rotten roots and corrected the church.

And yet again, again, again, again and again. Will the Church become corrupt, as if that were the right path? Why does the past come after us?

Melissa, really, didn't know why.

"But now it's time. Now it's time to break the roots. I have to say no..."

What did 'those children' die for?

What have I become dirty for?

I don't know everything anymore. Everything goes pointless. I just don't like that. Absolutely not. I don't like, I don't like, I don't like!!

There was a desire to purify the Church. But driven by paranoia beyond that, Melissa opened the door to the room to her liking.

G. G. Umbers is a fine gendarmerie captain.

Musculoskeletal, masculine and horny, the rich beard is like a swordfish with spreading wings. If you let him use your sword, there will be no one in line, and if you let him shake the spear, he will wipe out the elephant.

It is equipped with impeccable power as its gendarmerie captain, an accommodation town between East, West and North that protects the Holy City. Naturally, it comes with the character it deserves, and if you turn your armor into a tuxedo, you'll change quickly to a gentleman who works at the Royal Castle dance party as well.

In this way, G. G. Universe is a fine gendarmerie captain.

At least that's what he believes, and that's why he couldn't forgive himself for falling back and forth unconscious during the alarm.

(Hmm, I can't remember...)

What the hell happened to us?

The other day, as I was walking through the streets of the city in a prestigious, wind-cut manner with my shoulders, I found something - something I can't really remember. My memory is falling out brilliantly.

I was walking down the street and the next moment I woke up in the back alley. It was about half an hour blank in time, but to the lack of memory that could not be ignored, G. G. Yumbers roared to stroke a beard like a swordfish.

"Um, excuse me"

"Mmm!"

To the voice called from the side, G. G. Umbers was hacked.

Yes, that time, they spoke the same way! No, you spoke up - I don't care about the order, but I exchanged words with someone. That's all I could remember!

Yes, yes, I was talking to someone - but where? What? Was it a man or a woman? Were you old or young? As long as I know that, the potato ceremony is going to bring back memories...

"Um..."

"Ugh!?

An earlier voice lord, a brunette young man, once again spoke to the captain of the gendarmerie, who piqued his thick brow and contemplated it. So now it's time for G. G. Umbers, who returned to me, to correct his posture and face the youth.

"Oh, no, I'm sorry. I was lost in my thoughts. Forgive me."

"Ha."

Chief of the Gendarmerie, do not be relieved at any time. Especially in front of an exotic like him.

At best, it is a gendarmerie with a role in protecting the Holy City. Not directly, but that's why you can't be distracted. The loosening of mind is a loosening of wind discipline, even if it looks too sloppy, the gendarmerie, and hence even the character of the Holy Capital, can be degraded.

With 30% more rigour than usual, G. G. Umbers asked the youth, thinking he was from the East.

"So, what can I do for you? Did something happen to you?

"No, no, it's not that important. I just wanted to ask you something."

"What do you want to hear?

Every difficulty was every difficulty, but it seemed like something that could be solved without being a gendarmerie. The clapped captain of the gendarmerie, exhaling from his nose, even put his arms around him like a pain in the ass.

"So, what do you want to hear?

"No, it's the Sacred Capital that looks over there... something strangely bizarre. Was that before?

"Oh, that one"

Those to whom the youth pointed saw the Sacred Capital Servario and the heavy-duty knights patrolling its outer perimeter. Hey with thick armor all over their bodies, they raised their cross imitating swords on their hips, a vigilante of the Holy Capital, commonly known as Temple Nights.

The Sacred Capital has no military power, but self-defense - a rumor is that the knights, permanently stationed by the saying, are so hand-worked that they can't stand teeth, such as coarse knights.

Such temple nights are walking in line with each other, so it's so obnoxious. I see, G. G. Universe nodded that travelers would find it difficult to stop by in this situation.

"Are dignitaries visiting, or is there an absurd ritual? When that happens, then Temple Knights will consolidate their protection. Then a suspicious person like you won't even be allowed to stop by."

"Really... after all, there's no way you can sneak up on me, is there?

"It's no use, it's no use! The invisible junction strewn out in place of the outer wall refuses to intrude on anything but the priesthood! You don't even know that!

G. G. Umbers opened his big mouth and laughed out loud, wahaha, when there was nothing there. Even so, the captain of the gendarmerie said this jokingly, laughing at the young man, who still stared unconsciously at the Holy City.

"Well, if you really want to, you're going into the Holy Capital through the catacombs (catacombs) from outside the city!

"Hee ~..."

A moment of silence. Then,

"That's what I heard."

Laughing niggly, brunette young man.

Gokuri, and G. G. Umberth's spine trembled. It was as if only around here, the temperatures had dropped - the captain of the gendarmerie had a terrible feeling that the air had gotten heavier.

But it also misted quickly, and the brunette youth rushed away while G. G. Umberth stepped on the bump.

"Sorry, that helped. Bye!"

"Oh, oh."

Raise your right hand, young man to thank the captain of the gendarmerie. Where in him, who seems mediocre, did he learn to fight?

Are you sure you're going through the catacombs (catacombs)? Take that big labyrinth? Digging everywhere, making alterations, sleeping on the beds of the dead that I don't understand anymore?

Stupid. Something's wrong. Even children know that's impossible. After a while I step in, I realize it must be a joke.

- But maybe,

- Maybe he would,

- If he barometric pressured this G.G. Umberth...

"... Hmm, the sky is still blue today"

G. G. Umbers is a fine gendarmerie captain.

The captain of the gendarmerie doesn't care about details. It's not about the details.

Earlier, I just taught common sense to young people who didn't know things. That's all. It's like talking to people about a catacomb attack or something that makes them laugh.

That's right, tell yourself - but G.G. Umbers, who wasn't a little confident, went back to being alert, all the more so with his chest up.