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

Killing thought he wanted me to give him a break.

Even Spring ahead is busy, but I didn't want you to make any extra noise or anything.

Crusaders? The Great Empire? This is ridiculous. What am I going to do with reviving such a thing now? What are you going to do from there, if everything has finally worked out?

Being Monkey Mountain boss, I'm not satisfied with the throne. I'm sure there must be some prospect, and Killing was eager for it to be.

(But I guess you're not thinking about anything)

Adventurer Guild has those guys. Someone who wants to be an executive of the Alliance, who wants to be an Alliance Master, who just does the backwork for that reason.

I don't think about anything like the outlook ahead, I'm just an idiot who wants to get out more than people. It's out of hand because it's something that's as capable of action as a guy like that and comes with strength.

I guess the present Pope is also a man of that hand. There is no such thing as a priest. Authentic, splendid person. In a sense, Killing smashed his tongue into the rightfully living object.

"Everything." "Right." "Where it should be."

"Everything." "Right." "Where it should be."

"Ugh, ooh, ooh!! Shut up and sleep!!

Swing your battle axe and blow the followers of the Church together.

That's all men and women hit the wall of the guild hall, and crept away...

I don't kill. Just stun him, tie him up. Even though things have gone wrong, they are also adventurers affiliated with the Alliance. As for Killing, who is in charge, I wanted to do things as peacefully as possible.

(You can say that)

"No, no, no..." "Ahhh..."

The more serious the faith, the weaker the self. And the more durable those were.

I'm sure he's getting some kind of protective "buff". The faithful who stood up as zombies shook up their swords and wands without some injuries or anything.

"So...!

"Shh, everything." "Correct, uh-huh."

"I guess it's stuck!!!

Easwind's strongest Graviton Fighter stitched the faithful to the ground by gravitational manipulation.

The gravity applied to their bodies is ten times that of normal. The faithful could not even dazzle [Graviton], who did not even lift their fingers.

And -.

"Good luck"

"Excellent work, Master"

When nearly a hundred believers were unconscious, the downward adventurers came into the hall.

Fighting spirit to be regarded from Killing. And to the shapes of that anger, although it was slightly lumbar...

They moved tediously, even when not instructed, and healed and captive their fallen and lying companions...

"Mr. Killing! That's it all!

"Those in strange condition have tied them up, including those who are minor..."

"Ooh."

"How do we move now? Are you going to attack the Sacred Capital?

"Let's do that, Mr. Killing! One of those cities, let's drop it!

"We're bringing the pope's bastard up to a blood festival. Come on!

Although there has been some confusion, they are former bloody adventurers.

Immediately regained his prestige, he raised his anger with his fist, and the twist grew gradually.

But only Killing at its center -.

"No, not yet."

"Huh?"

"It's still early."

And he eagled the face of him that was nearby, and slammed him on the floor, saying,

Splashing building materials. A roar that makes even the air tremble. Stared at by the dazzling adventurers, Killing slowly opens his mouth.

"I bet this guy does, too. Tie him up and lock him up."

"What?"

"Ah!?

Hands of a young man buried halfway on the floor. There was a knife gripped, which reflected the lamp's lights and glowed lukewarmly.

"No, because this guy...!?

That's the young man I was telling you about dropping the Sacred Capital.

How could that be...?

"Because I can't help it. The church guys could do that, and you guys couldn't spot it. That's all we're talking about."

"Shh, excuse me"

"I was cautious..."

"Why apologize?

"Yes, no..."

"I'm sure it's the church guys who apologize."

To the words, the adventurers hacked and saw Killing.

I'm not angry. I'm not even dawning. On the surface it was calm, and there was no roughness or other fine dust there.

Yes, "..." on the surface. The adventurers knew that Killing, which speaks only pale, was why it was dangerous.

"I'll let you put this drop on. Oh, come on! Bastard of the Pope, I will remind you with myself what happens if I sell a fight to the Alliance!!

Anger like two and a boiling magma.

The day is near when it erupts like a volcano and dyes one side of the perimeter red.

Alliance Master, Killing. His two names are "Killing Everyone Kill". He won't stop until it rains more blood than this has happened. With that sight in mind, the adventurers blued their faces and nodded their faces again.

Astrea to you, Routou and Melissa.

The most powerful warriors in this world were now watching the Crusaders from the top of the cliff.

"Oh, my God, it's so bloated."

"That's all believers, isn't it? Awesome..."

He gave me a look that was neither frightening nor impressive, and roared at Luttoo and Astrea Uhm.

Beyond their gaze, tens of thousands of Church followers gather in the plains where the grass trees sparkle. Travel merchants to farmers, town daughters and adventurers. The young and old men, as if they were not united, but uniformly clouded the colour of their eyes, staring at the clerics who were giving some instructions.

"Ah, it's moving!

"East-West, North-South, do we divide the troops into all sides? I'm not talking about frontal operations."

"That's how those people do it. On the road, accept the believers who will join you... [indoctrinate] but increase the number if that's not enough"

"Do you force me to be a believer? That's not creepy."

Just as Melissa once did, so do the church clerics.

Of course, they have no power like an artificial Virgin. I can only use [indoctrination] to take away my free will and change it like a puppet - but that alone could have been enough, a threat.

It is the people of that country, neighbors, acquaintances, loved ones and parents who can be turned into believers. I can't point a sword at someone close to me. The [indoctrinated] believer was a crusader's sword, a shield, and at the same time something that served as a hostage.

"If we don't stop it soon, it's going to be irrevocable. Everybody's gonna be [indoctrinated]."

"Then what? You want to go around cleaning up the clerics first?

"Yeah......"

Melissa shook her head sideways.

And he looked far away with a kick, and said in a determined voice.

"Let's defeat the Pope. Let's erase the symbol of the Church today. Then..."

"The priests who are being manipulated, and the [indoctrination] believers who are manipulated by it, may return to normal. Right?

Melissa nods coldly.

Maybe things could have been more complicated...

Still more than that, it seemed to her to be dangerous to leave the Pope alone.

"If you decide so, let's go to the Sacred Capital! We will defeat the Pope!

"Oh, let's go! You twist the Pope in good shape!

"Yeah!"

Gripping his hands in front of his chest, Melissa nodded loudly.

Then he looks back and stretches his hand straight to the great.

"Come on, let's go, Takahiro! To defeat the Pope!

Noble University, which was standing alone, reacted slightly bluntly -.

He took Melissa's hand and, although small, did take the lead.