"Huh~"

A sigh was heard on the street next to the underground bar, opposite a carriage and a wheelbarrow.

It was another evening, like the rising sun in the east, and the bright moon in the sky was also sprinkled with the cold moonlight.

There is an oil lamp for lighting hanging on the roadside lampstand above your head. The light swaying in the wind shakes yellow flames. When you put the Buddha on it, you should compete with the stars above for brightness.

The road is paved with stones and stretches to the end of the view, and nearby homes also lit up the lights in their homes.

The scene like medieval Europe made Natsume, who was sitting on the stone steps next to the street, feel a little dazed.

I suddenly thought of something, and when I came to the world by myself, what would happen to the people at home? Will I call the police, will I ask for help, or will I be silent and assume that nothing happened.

It's a ridiculous idea.

Trying to open your hands and spread the moonlight between your fingers on your face, Natsume thought of the reason.

Perhaps those who can travel to other worlds are all people who "do not matter even if they disappear."

Of course, this is just his idea. Natsume does not intend to use it as a formal argument for this reason. He will not think about his past, nor will he want to change his past, because he is currently in the present, so wouldn’t it be enough to create the future by himself?

But the previous sigh must be a different matter.

That woman is in trouble.

This is definitely not a prejudice against her, Natsume made such a judgment from the bottom of her heart.

Not to mention that she asked herself to work in a bar before, she then asked herself to give up her job and go to run errands. While running errands, she was beaten up after saying a few words to the passing noble lady. She thought she was a lazy girl, but she turned out to be a rampage.

Unfortunately, even Natsume, the girl who has grown bigger after taking off her clothes will not be moved, although, maybe, it is a joke.

I touched my stomach and didn’t feel hungry. After all, I just had a meal shortly after, and it was just reflexive and recalled the injuries I suffered in the past.

The reason why people have memories is because they cannot be forgotten; but even if they want to forget, some memories will not disappear.

Stand up and Natsume set his sights eastward.

After a while, the brigade will set out to the east, where there is a group with the Russian Adult Education movement centered on the Cross-cultural division of the Russian religion, which can obtain more useful information.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the corner of the street in the right hand direction. With the mixed fire and moonlight, he found that it was a man with a beard and a gray cloth cloak.

Behind it, several priests wearing black cloaks and cross-epaulettes shouted his name and asked him to stop.

Judging from the conversation, the alchemist in front was asked to stop and return the stolen "holy bone" to them.

It was really an alchemist with enough courage to steal the remains of the person regarded as a "saint" by the church. It seemed that he had given up everything for alchemy.

In the fourteenth century AD, the feudal system began to decline, the prosperity of the knight-class culture brought about by the Crusades gradually became lonely, and the sacred Roman Empire and the Pope's rule began to shake, because the middle class centered on the city began to develop,

But at this time, an alchemy frenzy arose in the Renaissance frenzy, and the storm was the alchemy called "Resurrection of the Dead".

However, the "dead" does not refer to dead people, but dead animals. Alchemists can make the dead creatures "live" again through the reaction of mercury or mixed ore of boiled tung oil. However, such a simple act makes the declining alchemist and the worship of theology burn again.

But they are enemies to religion.

‘Resurrection of the dead’ is a torture of the soul and a blasphemy to God, so except for the alchemists who defect to the church, everyone else is treated as a pagan.

It is very simple. The alchemists who defect to the church bring benefits to them, that is, alchemy, but in that case, they will lose the freedom of the alchemist.

Losing freedom is something that many people cannot tolerate.

Natsume patted his cheek to wake himself up, and what those people did was completely different from what they were.

“So tired.”

It is more appropriate to be very tired than to be tired.

At this time, a hand stretched out from himself and put a piece of bread covered with butter on it.

"Mr. William."

"It's you."

Unlike Natsume's tired expression, Trian was very energetic when he came here.

He was eating slices of bread, and he held a drink in his hand.

"Is it a midnight snack?"

"It's not true at this time. Mr. William hasn't eaten enough before. After all, that adult has been disturbing you."

"That witch Yesha is indeed very annoying. If you become someone else's wife in the future, you will definitely be disgusted."

"You can't say that."

Trian, who showed a mysterious smile, made it next to Natsume.

This guy is becoming more and more unpredictable.

"that……"

Starting with these two words, Trian looked at the sky.

"Is there anything Mr. William wants to do?"

"What do you want to do? What does it mean?"

“Everything is good.”

Although I wanted to ask Trian about his hometown and learn about some information about the Knights, I stopped talking.

Trian next to him was holding his hands tightly, his teeth tightly, looking at the sky covered by dark clouds.

"I can't do anything."

"Don't do this..."

"No. That's the truth."

After interrupting Natsume's words, Trian's expression eased a little, and then a bitter smile appeared.

"Haha, that's the truth. Mr. William doesn't know that my hometown was trampled on by a group of knights from France."

Not trampling, but destroying, destroying, burning, Trian added.

"That's because I have no power to protect those things. Even she was caught. The enemy's spear is much stronger than my hands. Their attacks are stronger than my defense, and the neighing of the horses is like intimidation. I was trembling at that time, covered in mud, trembling and fearless, watching her being captured and her hometown is destroyed."

"The person who was arrested is..."

"But don't worry, now I already know what to do."

Instead of answering Natsume's words, he continued the topic.

"Having a power can be my sword, it's good that you have to pay some price for it."

After saying that, Trian left in diameter, and the person with his back face decided resolutely.

Silent and unable to find a language, Natsume turned to the slices of bread in her hand, and ate them in one bite because of a little depressedness, but she was choked...

Finally, Natsume received such a notice at three in the morning.

[Trien and Yesha disappeared, and ‘Justinian’s Oath’ was also lost, and the blood in the room proved all this.]

The bright moon in the sky turned bloody red. Natsume looked at the West and picked up the cold-proof clothes and walked towards the door.

“Where are you going?”

The brigade members heard the whistleblower's doubts, and Natsume waved his hand to the back without looking back.

"Just leave here, the wandering mercenaries are still very busy today..."
Chapter completed!