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

"Oh, it's over...! Hey - it's over............!!

A noble university that opens its doors to home with full creativity. The time is 23: 00. You'll be home three hours after your original request ends.

"Those bastards......! You only escape when you go for a walk with me...!

Mrs. Harold's dog has a total of 18. When these dogs go for a walk with their husband, the Lady, they walk wide like a controlled army. But when your university sends you for a walk, you run away in a very fragmented direction and escape into a natural park in the Upper District.

With your status, you won't be shaken off the lead, but the dogs use the high technology of removing their heads from the collar to escape. If you tighten the collar too tightly, you can't do it for Mrs. Harold's thunder to fall. As a result, I always allow myself to escape. The dilemma is superb here.

Even today, the appointment was supposed to be a one-hour walk, but we had as many as three hours of catchment plays. He was a great warrior to the dogs who escaped day after day.

After the walk that ended that way (Mrs. Harold was pleased to say, "I'm so happy to exercise, and I'm so happy for you,"), there was harsh manual labor waiting for me. Moreover, because of the walk, it does not make it to the start time of the work and the beginning and end of being turned to the hardest department (repair work outside the walls).

"The king hates the gap breeze!" withstood the clutter of the instructor making the breakthrough... "Well, enemy attack!" and also withstood a small swarm of monsters suddenly attacking... I was distracted when they broke where I had just repaired it.

Whatever it is, today's work is finally over. I can sleep well enough. Don't let anyone get in the way......

"... you're home late, my lord"

"Why are you awake!!?

On "Earth" nights with little entertainment, everyone just falls asleep. Waking up is about a drunk or enthusiastic apprentice. Naturally, Guitar thought the same was true of the servants in his shop.

"... sleeping before my husband, that's impossible."

"Oh yeah...... no, that's okay? You can sleep first."

"... Impossible"

"Oh, well... well..."

Inside, "Do you still have a job!?" and you freak out.

"That, what. Is that what you're trying to say?

"... just go to sleep. Because I can't sleep."

"Oh, oh... that's all? Really? We're not talking about a request or anything...? Really?"

"... it's hard"

"Sorry Nasai"

Play a sorry rhinoceros in a dungeon under freezing. But it is joy to fill its breasts.

(You said it!! No request! Here's what I want to see in the future...)

It is no human pleasure.

"Well, good night. I'll sleep till noon tomorrow."

Saying so, you open the doors of the broom and your own room.

"... Tomorrow is the day we have school work, my lord"

".................. ah"

Apparently, his healthy working life, favouring self-depravity, was not yet over.