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

Sacred Capital Servario originally said it was one hacienda.

A lonely hacienda, just to bury church officials. It is due, for one thing, to the influence of saints that it has developed as it did today.

After his death, he performed the miracle of paying for the plague, Saint Alzano. And in the servario in which he was buried came many to gather in his glory. Also, rumors spread that if he slept by his side, he could go to heaven, and the little hacienda was instantly expanded.

It dug back into the ground, prepared a catacombs (catacombs) and created just room to embrace countless followers. Still, to expand the space that would soon be filled, the church digged into the basement in disorder.

There was a priest in the church who kept it to himself and buried a rich and discerning believer. There were folks sneaking underground and digging holes. With the addition of those students, the catacombs (catacombs) were now turned into demons that even church officials could not grasp the full extent of.

(... still new)

Melissa, who entered the Holy Capital as a Sister and dived underground from it, was touching a demonic stone embedded in the wall.

What comes from the palm of your hand is the remnants of fresh magic. Melissa looked down at the bottom of the blowout as she read the slightly warm waves.

(Yes, I'm here)

Using a giant well-like vertical hole, a spiral staircase built along the wall, Melissa slowly descends step by step. There is no fear that even though there is only a small light at hand, there will be no stray in its footsteps and you may step off the stairs.

That, too, should have been where this vertical hole went up and down again and again, enough to get to the bottom even with my eyes closed. Ambitious of that fact, Melissa looks at the vertical hole wall horizontally.

That should be called a catacombs (catacombs), or small squared holes with human skulls resting on them. Melissa intensified her anger when it went on and on, as if this were a death exhibition venue - no, exactly.

There's a madness lab behind this. I have a workshop to build an artificial Virgin. So innocent children sacrificed dozens, hundreds.

Former companions treated like garbage without ever being buried in a catacombs (catacombs). With their faces in mind, Melissa cut down a long staircase.

"Never... never forgive!

With two and boiling anger, Melissa unleashed her attack skills on the iron door in the front. The holy light emanating from her hands melted the iron doors together like water candy, illuminating the passageway that leads to the back.

- I remember. Something to forget.

The room on the left is a room of materials. They let me in there, and they took me from there.

The room to the right is the cleric's room. The people over there turned me into an experimental bench.

And the big room in the front...

"Zerzenong!!

Once a laboratory, there was someone in the big room who couldn't possibly be there.

"... oh, long time no see, Melissa"

In the middle of a square room with nothing, the old man stood up like a jerk. He was the dignitary of the artificial Virgin Development Plan and the tenant who embedded Dungeon Core in Melissa's chest.

"It's been a really long time...... what do you think, it hasn't changed"

"Zerzenong!!

Melissa turned back her anger to the old man who spoke to her intimately.

How the hell can you have such an attitude? Have you forgotten what you did? Either way, it's unforgivable. A dozen intertwined researchers yet. Only this guy will ever - ever 'kill'.

Melissa made her whole body look like a killer and jumped at an old man like a dead tree.

"Excellent. Excellent performance. Again, you're a finished product. The pride of the Church."

His level is 168. Job is the High Priest. Even though it's a high level, it's not a warrior position. If Melissa's attack strikes, she'll be desperate without four or five shots.

So why are you still standing up, not running, not defending? I was scared of the bump and the old man whining about something, but Melissa didn't mind swinging through the wand.

But...

"... What!?

Melissa was puzzled when she was single-handedly taken by a blow all over her body.

Impossible. Impossible. This old man should have had no power so far. This wand even crushes metal golems...

Wrinkled face at frozen Melissa, Zerzenon whispers softly.

"Well, do you want to kill me? Will they kill me too? Like the girls who once fell here."

"~ ~ ~ ~!

To other HR-like words, Melissa caught fire.

"You guys! You made me do it!!

Melissa rambling Zerzenon in anger. Taking that blow carefully, the old man was stroking his white, long beard with his empty hands.

"Um, um..."

Weird. Absolutely weird. There's no way just humans can hold up so far. Even if the level has risen, there is no way the clergy can gain the strength and defense to this point.

- No, in the first place, he should have died of aging...

"It's Melissa. Looks like you worked a lot while I was gone."

"What..."

"We uncovered the dark parts of the church, erased the memories of those involved and burned all the material left behind. That's what I was about to do in the near future. Thanks to you, it saved me a lot of trouble."

To Zerzenon's words, Melissa's confusion becomes something deeper.

The artificial Virgin Development Plan was attributed to ashes. So how can I be thankful? That was a plan that Zerzenon was trying to accomplish by risking his life...

"I don't need it anymore."

Zerzenon shook his head to the side, as he would teach his ignorant grandson.

"Because the miracle has already happened. Because God bless you."

with an objectified look, looking up at the ceiling, hands raised wide,

"I don't need that anymore"

"... Huh!?

Here, Melissa finally realized.

Zerzenon clumps under the robe, see what's there. How could he not move from the center of the room?

When she saw her dewy arms, Melissa accidentally breathed.

"That, is..."

"Isn't it beautiful? This is the flesh of the chosen."

Beautiful, etc., and outrageous. A bunch of muscles scratching like mites. Zerzenon's arms were made of intertwined roots of trees.

No, it's not just the arms. His flesh under the robe, everything is like an ancient tree. Unnaturally wobbling robes and found a peeking trunk from its hem, Melissa blued her face for the first time since she came here.

"No way, its body... taken in by demons...?

"No, I took it in. By the power of the great God I have moved on to a new phase as a life form"

Zerzenon flaunting his arms as a potter. Though he says so, what the hell is the difference?

Humans who take in vast amounts of magic vegetables at once can sometimes become demons. Melissa knows that very well. Anyway, she's the one who failed to fit in with Dungeon Core and handled his demonized companions.

Now Zerzenon is in exactly that state. Is it due to what he calls God's power to remain self-conscious - no, I don't care about that.

I can't believe that a priest can become a demon in search of power - after all, nothing has changed. High Priest off the road in search of strength with greed. To a being to spit on, Melissa waved down her wand this time.

"Huh!"

Zerzenon's right arm was smashed apart by a blow with holy light.

A wound that makes a noise and raises smoke all the time. Zerzenon often wondered if he was staring at it,

"Stop wasting your time."

Slurring, he made a noise and allowed his right arm to play.

Plumpy tree roots intertwine, slowly becoming people's arms and hands. That decadence is far from sanctity.

"Obey God's will. Get back on the right track. Lower your shaken fists."

"Shut up!

Every time Melissa cuts a cross and emits a holy light, every part of Zerzenon's body flies a thousand cuts. But the old man's body quickly regenerates and gets back to normal.

Still, it's not like there's no damage. Feeling a decrease in the rate of regeneration, Zerzenon stretched countless roots from his feet.

"She's a deaf daughter."

"Ugh!

If you're a cold-blooded Melissa, it's still easy to capture her, like she's mad now. Melissa, who was attacking the swine rush, was tied up with stretched roots, and Zerzenon lifted her into the air.

"People talk calmly. Didn't I tell you that?

"Shut up! Shut up, shut up!!

Still sighing at Melissa, Zerzenon often thinks.

(Well, how can you)

Though defiant now, Melissa is a difficult force to gain.

Church trump card that you can cross with the military by yourself. You can't let go of that. Not to mention the fact that it can't be processed like that.

But Dungeon Core, which was also her handkerchief, has already been lost. Zerzenon blatantly tanned, saying this was going to take a lot of work and time to 'realign'.

(… do you wish with the smell of the Lord)

God who saved himself, who was about to end up in old age. If 'she' gave me great power and body at all costs, I'm sure she'll do something about Melissa as well.

That's what Zerzenon thought.

"... hmm?

The root that was lifting Melissa feels much lighter. When Zerzenon looked up uncomfortable, there was no sign of Melissa there.

Instead, I was standing in front of him...

"Huh... If you think I found you, what are you doing?"

Blush brunette. A little body. A slightly cat-backed young man - an unlikely presence on this occasion - somehow stood in a catacombs (catacombs).

"Takahiro kun!? How could you be here......!?

Melissa, rescued by him, raises a voice of surprise and confusion.

I don't just want to be known about this one, and I've erased more traces of it than usual - Guitar replies openly to Melissa, who can be a wolf.

"I heard the church was messing around, so I thought maybe you were doing something... you were a Dompisha"

"I'm not...!

To the impatience that springs up, Melissa tries to keep your greatness away from the scene. But the Noble Grand Prix at heart did not realize how it was, and confronted Zerzenon with a demonic appearance.

"So, am I supposed to take this guy down?

Noble Dai pointing a knife at Zerzenon without looking particularly impressed. I glanced at the tip of it, and the old man nodded slowly.

"... well, you are"

I heard about you from the Lord.

He said he was a key figure in shaping the future of this world. Even if we have hostilities, we must never kill them. The only thing that matters to the 'Lord' today - Zerzenon, he heard.

So it's not a good idea to fight here...

(Will the LORD rejoice if he captures it and devotes it? Can you pull out of "the others")

A vulgar idea dominated the heart of the High Priest.

"No, but no way is there such a monster in the basement of the Holy Capital..."

"A monster? This is something different. If it's a monster, it's behind you."

"... what?

With an unorthodox trick, Zerzenon pointed behind your greatness.

There was Melissa on the floor - she realized what he was trying to do from Zerzenon's sticky gaze.

"Oh, no! Stop! Stop!

Melissa shudders up, teething and shivering. Still, she reached out and tried to stop Zerzenon - but the High Priest was merciless and pushed part of the wall with his extended roots.

"Stop it, yeah, yeah!!

A video crystal that comes up from the room's soot, at the same time as Melissa's scream. The footage projected from there, fulfilled...

"This, is..."

What came up all over the room was what actually happened here in the past.

Girls to be embedded Dungeon Core. They can't stand rapidly supplied magic vegetables and turn into monsters. That, at first, the clerics were dealing with it in a general outing.

"Stop, don't look, don't look..."

Along the way, a young girl began to handle the demons.

Melissa, the artificial Virgin, hands on her companions as she raises her voice of denial and begs God for forgiveness. The girl who is now sobbing behind you will kill several things, no, dozens of 'impossible'.

Nobunaga couldn't help but take his eyes off the video as if he had been fascinated. Melissa was covering her face with both hands and repeating the same words. Fucking laughing at the way it was, Zerzenon was sending directives to the ends of his body.

The human heart is brittle. It's really easy to upset.

To tie up the relieved intruders, Zerzenon slowly narrows the siege net -.

"Become!?

The root, which had been stretched in secret, was severed, and Zerzenon distorted his face in amazement.

"Gu!!

Then a number of knives fly in. They pierced the steeple of Zerzenon, and the painted poison inhibited his regenerative ability.

In a flowing motion and relentlessly attacking you, Zerzenon raised his screaming voice.

"Why......! Don't you have people's hearts!!

I can tell because I'm an old man who was good at mastering people's hearts and lurking in the darkness of the church.

He is not a man of darkness. I'm not the one who thinks nothing of putting his hands on people. You can't be upset about the massacre Melissa committed and the murders she's about to commit.

"Stop it! Stop it! Whoa! You're wrong!

Zerzenon spreads its roots at the same time while releasing ruptured words. Just a little bit, if there's a gap in your greatness, I'm sure you can tie him up!

Yes, as long as there's a slight gap -!

There's a slight gap - if there's a gap -!!

"is oh aaaaaaa!!

Finally, the brain was cracked with a knife like a bamboo, and Zerzenon screamed. A sense of omnipotence falls out of the wound. The power given by God falls out. And even my own soul...

"Why... why, why..."

Nor do you answer the repeated questions.

On the contrary, I look back at Melissa and don't even try to glance at Zerzenon. To unprecedented humiliation, the old man uttered a grudging loud voice.

"You fool! Murderers who don't think sin is a sin!! The sin of burying a saint who grows great is heavy! Redeem for life!!

A voice that sounds like a big room by chance.

So finally looking back, Guitar finally gave him a decent look.

"What, saint?

Precious staring at Shiatsu and Zerzenon. He wondered if he'd been doing that for a while, and he raised a few questions.

"... where?

No mockery, no sarcasm, simple questions.

For the first time in the wake of it, Zerzenon stared into his own hands, transformed into aliens -.

With a frightened expression, it unraveled into a particle of magic vegetables.

The road leads to the city where the departure site of the Fei Long is located.

As he walked down the streets lit by the morning sun, Noble Daughter re-carried Melissa, who was about to slip away.

"Hey Takahiro..."

"Hmm?"

Melissa, who was in a void, finally opened her mouth there.

She asks from your great back, in a fearful, trembling voice.

"Aren't you scared? About me."

"Why?

"Because!... Because I killed a lot. Lots and lots of kids in the same situation because they don't want to die..."

"Oh, that... well, he said you weren't responsible. If it's the same situation, I think everyone will."

"Oh, no."

Melissa thought it wouldn't even be an excuse for the dead children.

But if he opened his mouth, he was going to say all the negative things, and that scared Melissa to shut her mouth.

(... I wonder what's going on)

Keeping the silent girl on her back, Guitar looked pompous and cheeky at first. And I said this after a while of thinking.

"Me. Before I got here, Yumiel saw a porn book."

"... Huh?

Suddenly, what will you say?

Melissa unexpectedly rounds her eyes and stares behind your head.

"No, that's not mine... no, well, I don't care about that. Anyway, I was so embarrassed when I found the porn book in my room."

"Yeah......"

"But maybe Yumiel doesn't care about that. No, it's about him, so maybe, I don't care. It may sound cold, but secrets are other people. It's not as embarrassing to others as you think it is."

So he hung up his words, and Guido walked silently for a while.

He walked silently through the streets where the morning flowed, carrying Melissa.

And a while later, he groaned pompously.

"Neither do I. I don't give a shit."

I guess that was his conclusion. Guitar closed his mouth this time and proceeded to the far-sighted boarding town.

Shaken on its back, Melissa was taken aback.

I can't believe that my cohabitant saw a porn book and that my miserable past would be put in the same line - there was no other better even than anger floating ahead of me.

But at the same time, I thought that might be what humans are. The kind of secrets you take to the bottom of the graveyard, the precious memories that have gone to the bottom of your heart, are probably just crap if you see them.

When I thought about it in the opposite position, Melissa thought I wouldn't mind your past either. The moment I came to the thought of it, Melissa felt strange why I couldn't think of it this way.

She smiled softly at her stupidity,

(... so-so)

After all, Melissa thought this world was a comedy.

Sometimes it's hard, sometimes sad, but at the end of the day, the curtain comes down with a laugh. Congratulations, Period is hit with the Congratulations.

The corruption of the Church, as well as the tragic events, will one day have a day for someone to laugh. There comes a time when people mock me for what I'm doing, not being stupid. And I guess people learn a little bit at a time.

With such a distant and distant future in mind,

"Hey Takahiro..."

"Hmm? What?

"Hmm... nothing..."

Melissa is at this moment.

I was immersed in the warmth I could feel.

The Catacombs (Catacombs) where things ended.

One woman stood in the darkness where the Lord was supposed to disappear, and the visitors were supposed to leave, and eventually be buried in time.

"I got stronger. Really got stronger."

The woman, dressed in a monastic garment, groaned so with a sense of panacea.

Previous efforts had made it feel like the journey of misery had paid off any of its commodities.

"So far so often..."

What I think of as repulsive is the appearance of a young man who suppresses surprises, fears, and negative minds and takes into account the hurt girl (her tits). Its bravery that is not confused by the words and that straights out evil.

Compared to four years ago, he got really hard. My body is not. The mind had become very tough. This is incomparable. The mediocre boy had grown into a one-man youth.

"Let's go see him. Now, now, now, let's go see him."

Sister said so, wiping a tear that could zero.

To the young man - I thought so in an attempt to see you.

And

"And -"

For a moment, glance at me as tight as an obsidian...

Sister disappeared into the darkness of the catacombs (catacombs).