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

○ Case 4 Anything Store Owner

"Hey... I'm too tired to throw up..."

When I woke up, they ate poisonous dishes, rushed in after a meal (an hour full marathon named), and after a short pause, the rest of the time I explored the labyrinth......

I don't know what it is anymore. I don't even remember my feet being too tired.

Though I finally managed to escape the uplifting Francois and arrive home, it's already night when I realize...!

Thus, my holiday crumbled today.

God is...... God is dead!! Fuck! Holy shit!

Ooh... (Tears)

○ Case 5 Anything Store Living Employee

"Ahhh... I'm home now ~..."

Oh, it looks like your husband's back.

Stop the hand that was stirring the pan with the balls and pick him up to the front door.

"... with a late return. Have you finished your meal yet?

"Dinner? Ha ha... I didn't have time to eat..."

Apparently, he also forgot to eat and enjoyed the holidays. Good. I don't have to waste the stew I simmered from lunch for your husband because of this.

"... would you like to have a quick meal? Or would you like to take a bath first? Both are ready."

"Let's take a bath first...... I'm hungry, but my stomach doesn't seem to accept me because I'm not out of tiredness yet"

"... are you tired? Shall I flush your back?

"You are... you really need to get your job involved... you're a good guy if you're not a worker holic..."

……

Workerholic? That's a word I'm not sure about. Your husband sometimes speaks difficult words. At a time like this, I'm embarrassed by my lack of schooling.

"Well, you can take a bath alone."

"... Really? Well, we'll be waiting for you to prepare your meal."

"Oh, nice to meet you. I'll be out in an hour or so."

"... Yes, sir."

Now let's get to the finish of the dish. Mr. Caorle told me, "Sweet and refreshing things work for tiredness," so let's have a "citrus and berry fruit salad" for dessert. I hope your husband is happy.

"Ahhh... I knew my house would settle down..."

"… it was so"

Your husband and I surround the table after a bath.

Bread, stew (excited to use salted "Snow Cow" meat on a small table for four. It's a holiday, so it would be good), with fruit salads lined up and video crystals on the walls showing "Fuck Savage".

Your husband prefers to have a relaxing meal while watching a movie on a holiday night (which seems to be about a play put in a video crystal). There is no way out of the setup.

I don't hate movies either. So much for secretly looking forward to this time.

There are no words at this hour. Only the audio coming from the video crystal is ringing... but not uncomfortable. However, time flies gently......

"My stomach's swollen like a good one, and I'm tired, so I'm gonna go to bed."

"... Really?"

"Bye, good night"

"... yes, no rest"

Your husband returns to his room satisfactorily. When you look at the table, there are dishes that are beautifully finished and have nothing left (especially since the stew dishes were stuffed with bread, so much so that you can see the pattern on the bottom of the dishes).

Apparently satisfied. I'm happy too. It's worth the effort. The hand to clear the dishes is somewhat lighter.

I couldn't even think a year or so ago that I would have such a peaceful and full Sabbath.

Before your husband bought it, I didn't have a Sabbath.

Bought… Yes, I am a slave bought by your husband.

Born by multiplying the breeding slaves of the fairy species, I was also naturally a slave and raised as a loving slave for the reason that they were visible.

Every day I spend as a slave...... back then I didn't even know what the word freedom meant, instead of the Sabbath.

But that day...... a chilly day when it rains softly. Your husband taught me.

Meaning "freedom." God bless the very existence of the Sabbath.

Now I'm singing the holidays.

Growing herbs in the rooftop aerial garden, going shopping in the mall, watching the video crystals your husband gave you... it's a way of life you couldn't have thought of when you were at the slave trader's.

I still appreciate your husband who taught me to live like this… "Freedom".

It's because I do that that your husband makes you "labor".

Because that's the least I can do for you...

If your husband knows how wonderful "freedom" is, I am familiar with the virtues of "labor".

Labor is what satisfies a person's energy. As the herbs on the roof wither away without water or fertilizer, so do people rot away without labor.

The slaver who used to tie me up was a merchant but not moving on his own feet, using people to make things easier. In the first place, the very profession of slave trader is just a job of flushing people from right to left. This stuff, it can't be called labor.

To the evidence, the slave traders always lived their days to their liking. It's like a root plant.

I laughed in a nasty voice when I got the gold coin, but the light in its eyes was twisted, as if it was storing mud.

I was also spending time without doing anything in the small room I was given. Now I guess my mind was dead at that time.

How about the glow of those who move themselves and live their days diligently compared to us like that.

The Caorles always smile vividly as they seem busy. From the way it looks, I feel the vitality that's overflowing.

So is everyone in your neighborhood.

Mark from the blacksmith workshop, Herbalt, answers sincerely to the demands of the adventurer, always sweating on his forehead and striking iron with a serious look.

Misha, the tool shop Apple Basket, proudly explains the products she has struggled to purchase.

Clarice and his wife at the bakery Clarice stare at the children wearing bread with a happy face on their way home from school.

This is what "living" means.

In a way of life that doesn't have to work to interfere in any way with life activities, it rots and withers like we once did.

Kakaku Labor is great.

But you don't understand that, and your husband won't try to work forever if you leave him alone. It was especially bad when you met me.

As it is, your husband, like that slaver, becomes a chunk of fat with rotten eyes.

At the time, in a hurry, I visited your neighbor, Mrs. Veeville. She's a town hall wrapper, and an old lady of some sort. Cooking and gardening were learned from this man.

This time, I knocked on the door of the Veeville family, thinking that they would lend me good wisdom.

Hearing from me in a hurry, she answered like this, even nothing.

"What, Takahiro stopped working? Well, the younger ones these days are (abbreviated), in short. Look, here's the deal. Hit him as hard as you can. When my husband was younger, he put his hands on booze and didn't work much. I did my job, and I finally ate it. Try to get that money into the beating too...... private head. I slapped him as hard as I could. Many, many times as I cried. Then my husband woke up, reluctantly, but he started working."

"... your husband, do you want to sift the violence? Oh no..."

"That's okay, you're noble too. If you don't get your hands on it, you won't work forever. Is it warm of you to say it with your mouth and ask me?

"... certainly... there wasn't. They always say," I'll work tomorrow. "

"Huh? Well, don't take a bullet at him."

"... I see, Biscuit"

Pull as much as you want. That's bishy too...... that's a whip.

In retrospect, the lazy were also slapped with whips, as were the labor slaves at the slave traders. I had no idea that even Shirai would be driven to labor by whips.

Speaking of which, there was a whip in the item box that your husband gave you, "If it's in here, you can use it freely."

Perhaps it was prepared for these times.

Anyway, the whip, the "Nine-tailed cat whip," is about as effective as [less damage, but stimulates pain and interrupts behavior]... less damage. I see you won't be seriously injured if you use this to punish me.

I told myself so and I would never go to your husband... there he is. As usual, they are wrapped in futons in their own beds.

"May you work". Hopefully, I will beat your sleeping husband to full strength even though it is already past noon.

"Work, work," he whips again and again with his wishes in his mouth. Each time, your husband's body trembles with bikun bikun. My chest hurts...... but this is for your husband too.

After a while, I said, "Wow, okay! My bad!! Working! I'm working!!" Your husband jumped out of the house.

The effect was surface. That's Mrs. Veeville.

On that day, your husband made a number of requests and said, "Is this okay...?" I've heard terrible things. Of course, when I nodded "yes," I exhaled and went back to my bedroom.

But the next day, your husband didn't try to work. "You must be tired yesterday today," he thought, softly. But the next day, the next day, your husband didn't want to work.

I know these people. Even the labor slaves had people who said that if someone didn't say something, they wouldn't work, if they didn't put a whip in it. I wondered if your husband was like that, and when I whipped him in, he started working again.

Again, your husband needs to be punished... no, he needs to be "inspired".

In that case, giving your husband a job so that he doesn't corrupt and rot, and driving him to work with "encouragement" is the best thing I can do to repay him now.

But then a while later, I also found out that excessive labor pickling would cause physical and mental anomalies.

There were three cases where Mr. Georg, a neighbor who worked for the Black Chamber of Commerce, suddenly bled out and collapsed one day and stayed in the hospital. The cause seems to be "overwork". I am new to this disease name.

I see, is there a Sabbath to prevent "overwork"? I was impressed that the other worlds that God had made were very sensible.

In other words, "labor" and its breathless "freedom". Can these be fulfilled in balance and people live a people-like life for the first time?

I learned another thing called life.

Since then, Shop Free Life has taken the style of working moderately on weekdays and not doing any work on holidays.

Nowadays, living is so much fun.

Tomorrow we'll work for Labor again.

I also need to think of "encouragement" for your husband......

If I'm done cleaning up after meals, and I think about that while I take a bath, my head blurs. My body craves sleep.

Let's just get some sleep, get up, and take care of your husband, who's a little sloppy.

Thus, my holiday passed as usual.