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

"Okay, I'll take it"

"" "Here you go." "

By the time it was dinner time, the usually quiet "Anything Store/Free Life" dining was busy by many guests.

"Well... this is the soba pasta that passes to the teacher's hometown...... twinkle...... oh yum! What's the phone?

"Oh, I'm taking stock with chicken and green fish roasted and dried. Pretty cool, huh?

"Uh-huh, I'm glad to see this fried shrimp. I'm an elf, but I prefer meat and seafood."

"Wow!

"Ah, Kul, you're gonna burn me if you're so disappointed, aren't you? Look, heh-heh, heh-heh!"

"It's good, but it's a little silly. I'm glad the dog and the caorle brought you something."

"... wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle"

Everyone's tongue drumming is the new year's soba noodles deliberately handbeaten by troublesome noble daughters. He puts 28 soba noodles in chicken and fish stock and puts them on a somewhat large shrimp heaven. I have chopped polo onions in fine dust to flavor, but that's all.

Had it not been for the vanilla roasting (suzuki) that Caorle had brought without trying, or the Zampone (pork-legged meat stuffing) that Rudos had made him hold in the walnut, he would have been an unlikely poor minister as a New Year's Eve table. Still, they were going through a meal without any grievances.

"Uh-huh, well done, not..."

A noble man who makes noise and sips as he admires the soba he beats. Seeing it, the well-groomed faces slightly blush.

"Takahiro, are you behaving badly? Pasta is what you eat without making a sound."

A soba noodle wrapped in a fork that is elegantly carried into your mouth. A place called Senior District Residents even if it rots?

"Doctor? I don't care, but sooner or later you might feel ashamed, right?

So, "Don't do this," said Chopsticks with Zhu Paint (bring. with aristocratic sauce), and François sniffles the soba and sucks it in without a sound.

In contrast, there were many common women against manners.

"Isn't that okay? When we eat, we eat dirtier, right?

To say so is Alti, an adventurer known for his many crude people. I put my mouth on the bowl, and when it drifts, I stir soba noodles with every juice.

"Huh?

The dog beast man's walnut is gripping the fork with goo and dripping soba from the edge of his mouth. "Is there a problem, too?" and looking strange, he is twisting his neck when he sees his dog Goldie disappointed with soba (a small amount of diluted stock, cold soba) at his feet.

"Don't think I can either..."

Caorle, who serves guests at the Mampuku Pavilion, an intermediate-district fixer, has also seen those who scatter their food. Compared to that, he's cute, like making noises and sipping noodles.

"... wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle"

And Yumiel didn't say good or bad, he was carrying his favorite soba into his mouth obsessed. Don't you get a lot at a time with a small mouth, ni, pinch with chopsticks three at a time and suck in and fu was cold in your mouth.

You keep sipping soba wheat when you sloppy, without leaving them like that.

"Not sloppy... hehe, ignorance is a sin... not... this is the right way to eat pasta in Zipang... not..."

Let me sip some soba noodles for you. The ni who complained, "Oh, my God, such a culture!" I was surprised, "Caorle thought," Apart from that, chatting with food in your mouth is disgraceful... "

"Well, we had dinner, and you guys go home"

When he finished eating the obvious dishes and also drinking soba water mixed with ginger instead of a cloth after the meal, Guitar said so toward a generous face. But all I got back for it was a voice of doubt.

"Oh, Doctor, it's ridiculous that you haven't even begun your cold-blooded audition, but go home? Besides, I heard that the cold-weather audition takes place all night, so I thought I'd come..."

"That's right! Let's do a cold audition!

Totally, Ni people who just think that your university is something to do secret special training don't show signs of going home. I go back to my rocking chair and read "@ wiki" without my involvement, such as Eru, who was allowed to stay with me.

"Knock, knock, knock."

"Kyuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The wolves pull on your great sleeve and complain with their gaze, "I want to be more with you".

"Wow, me, huh? My father and mother kicked me out... and I have nowhere to stay this evening..."

It is the caorle who blushes and declares it hard to say.

I mean......

"All of you, are you going to be old at my house?

Sounds like it. No one shakes their necks beside each other.

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

If we get here, we won't waste any resistance, no matter how great it is. This is the number of people who can't argue when they bring up Elu, who has been allowed to stay. I can't throw everyone out at once if I'm a lousy mouth. so gave up. Noble Daughter sat somewhere in a chair,

"Already... that's fine..."

and authorized the stay in a throwing tone.

"Doctor, haven't you started your cold audition yet?

After each of them [Cole] told the family about the situation (he said), he just opened his mouth saying that François couldn't wait.

"Cold Archaeology, hey..."

Of course, it's her assumption, such as a cold archery. Nobunaga didn't mean to be such a pain in the ass. But if I were to say, "I won't do it because it's troublesome," an uplifting nobleman would try to force me to do it. There was a need to deceive.

"Francois, listen carefully..."

"Yes."

Finally, Francois waits for words by correcting his residence, wondering whether a traditional Zipang event, a cold audition, will take place. To her like that, Guido said:

"What you were saying was really classic cold archery. It's very different from what it is today."

"Damn......!?

In the dark, François was told, "You don't know anything". Keep her in shock, Nobunaga talks about cutting-edge trends.

"In Zipang today, more emphasis is placed on spiritual training than on physical training. Let's build our minds for the beginning of the year. With that intention, what half of the Zipang people are doing indispensably at the end of the year… it means…"

"I mean...?

And the core is revealed. The mystery of the East that it takes place from time to time, without anyone having to tell you. That's...

"It's about watching red and white."

That's what I said, I took the video crystal out of my nostalgia.

"Oh, this is good. It sounds so fresh."

Surprisingly, Zipang...... no, it was Eru who first held a fondness for the festival of the most famous songs of modern Japan, the Red and White Chorus. What's flowing now is a busy J-POP. That is what I find unexpected, noble, not to squirm with the image of an elf that is said to live with the tone of leaf rubbing and spirals.

Outside, I thought it was consistent with the sensitivities of people in this era, but François and others who are used to classics have not looked good since earlier.

"What noisy music......" Enka "is still understandable, do you still mean painful? I can't hear you."

Still, it is generally popular with the common people. Caorle is mumbling "hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey" with the walnut he held on his lap, and Artie was rhythmizing to rock earlier.

Torch for eight (reasonably warm [warm] effect magic item viscera. made so that even a large number of people could roll over to sleep) to watch the red and white while relaxing. As François wanted it to be, it was a traditional way of spending New Year's Eve nights handed down to the East.

"Well, people have their own musical preferences...... so you see what skills are used?

"No, I still can only find about five... I know [lights], [speakers], etc., but I still have my own Eastern skills, all the things I can't explain..."

"Hey, I found six! It's sloppy!

"Huh, I'm ten. Again, this is the kind of time that accumulation of knowledge says things."

"Right."

As it were, Precious Dai rammed to the torch ceiling with Gunnya. Falsely taught as the latest cold archery was "Find out how much [skill] is used in this video crystal".

Similar things to modern Japanese song shows can be done with [lights] as lighting or [speakers] for loudness, but some things can't be explained by that alone, troublemakers eager to see in the video.

Thanks to you, there's no Tahei under the sky. When I came up with it, I could say it was a good category.

"... oh, the firewood"

Such a fold, Yumiel, who was making tea around, groaned that the firewood coming to the fireplace was about to run out.

"Hmm? Then I'll go. I wanted to go to the bathroom."

A rare and noble offer here. I guess I felt better about the peace I visited. Already stand up and try to leave the living room. But the woman who does the best, Yumiel, goes to stop it.

"... I can't let your husband go"

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Sometimes I have to do it myself."

Then he stroked the maid's head and then left with a light foothold. Perhaps, at last, he's going to take even the finest dried meat he's always got in his room item box. Only at a time like this, his footwork was vibrant.

Girls passionate about watching red and white for a while after he left. But a stone is thrown that ripples there.

"Um... I've been wondering what your relationship is with Takahiro...?

Still, it's a caorle that hasn't swallowed well why such faces have gathered. I don't know what the reason is for having an arty or a walnut with facial knowledge, but I don't understand why the upper-class ni are here in the year-round to spend some peace with the close ones.

The image of a common caorle is that if you are above the senior district, whilst surrounding the whole grill of pigs and chickens at home, you bicker with one hand of wine. That's right, but isn't François and Eru, who are drinking tea that can never be superior while being lenient with a torch, actually great? It bothered me so much that I thought about it.

"Oh, you haven't talked about it yet. I am a teacher at the Royal Gran Feria School."

"Royal, Gran Feria School!!?

I couldn't even get a caorle at this, and I was shouted and surprised. I always heard of the stupidity of "school work…" but I didn't think of it as a royal school for the nobles to attend either.

It's just what I call a school, so for Caorle, who just thought he was from Mirpois School in the Intermediate District or Cattle Sezon School, this statement was just a thunderbolt in blue. As if to fuel that confusion, the brunette elf also speaks of her relationship with your greatness.

"I'm a researcher at the Royal Library, but meet Takahiro with that handout. Since then, they've been asking me to be kind."

That's what I said, wavy black hair up, elf characteristic glossy eyes narrowed and laughing elu. Caorle thinks of nothing better than that colorful trick.

"He says he's being kind... e, Eru is Takahiro's girlfriend, what is it...!?

That was the thing that bothered me most about Caorle, who cared secretly about you. If one of the Ni people is dating a thinker, he drinks solidly with strange tension when it's only one but it's the reason he's here.

But it was Alti, not the Ni person in question, who laughed it off and denied it.

"Ha! What are you talking about? You can't have a lover or something on a Takahiro guy. He's not dating anybody. I'm still single."

Before asking what the basis is, Caorle is relieved by Alti's assertion full of himself. "No! No!? What reassured me was that Takahiro started making excuses to himself," and the theory of not having a great lover is again lightly broken.

"What are you talking about? Takahiro, you like me, don't you?

"" "Yeah, yeah!?!?

This surprised everyone who was on the spot.

"Hehe, what, it's easy. He always brings good food when he comes to the library, even though he is not asked to. Other things, like washing and cleaning, they take care of me. Who cares for someone who doesn't even like them? This is the obvious proof that he likes me. I didn't know I was going to take such an enthusiastic approach... No, you did."

Everyone but Eru stumbled on. "That's pity, not favor!," he twitches in his heart to a woman who is incapable of life to see, also weaving a slightly thin dirty white coat on New Year's Eve. And Alty, a loser who got back on his feet early, sticks up.

"That's just like feeding dogs and cats! Then I'm much better up there! What, you risked your life to get help!?

What do you say! And Alty defies his chest. But there are those who laugh and flush it.

"Well, ho ho... the teacher is sweet, so you won't even hate taking care of people's meals and saving lives. But I'm the one who has a bond that I can't cut with my teacher. My dear apprentice, François de Ferdinand!

If you try to be noble, the nobleman, who would rather not see as much as possible outside the school, insists with a high nose.

"Wow, even I'm waking you up in the morning and feeding you dinner!

Next up is Mr. Lockyard, the representative of the common people. I'll take a ride, and I'll make a name for myself.

"Wow! Wow!!

but sad, it's the walnuts who can't speak the humanities when they get excited. When I knew no one was going to deal with me, I went to Yumiel to comfort him.

Naughty and rapidly noisy maidens. I heat up my claim that I am "your favorite person." Caorle and others, leave the momentum to "I'm already like a passing wife!" and began to say it.

In such a storm, the noble lord of the matter returned with firewood.

"Hey, you guys, if you make a scene in the middle of the night, the neighborhood annoys you, right? Well, soundproofing is good..."

To that voice, the women stopping the pittance and movement. After staring at you, look at each other in the face. The eyes were aligned and insisted that "you should ask the person". Knock, and Alty tries to squeeze his jaw and cut the tantrum on his lips. Other Ni people are nodding loudly and slowly.

Caorle, who remembered that he was indeed the one who mentioned it, can no longer pull back. Besides, I want to know the thoughts of people I care about, too. Pushed back by himself and the feelings around him, a caorle with a bright red face stepped forward and asked in horror.

"Hey, hey! Takahiro... Takahiro, who would be my favorite if it was in this...?

Those who are confident that they are chosen for granted. He who twitches that it may be himself. Towards such maidens, he said away without any hesitation.

"Huh? My favorite kid in all this? It's up to the walnuts."

"" "What?

To the words, together to solidify. Only the walnut was stuck with him with great joy.

"No, 'cause walnuts are my important healing, right? I can't compare you guys to bringing trouble in every time."

That's what I said, walnuts, and I said, "Me too!" and you start stroking around Gordie, who just snuggles around. And as it is, Ni people and one of them just leave the other women behind and make a mess. Left unattended, they stare at it with vain eyes.

Lost less than ten puppies...... the fact hurt their self-esteem badly.

And the hell of an annoying cry that begins.

Caorle and Alti said, "You lollicon!!," he tapped you, "and Elu said," Huh? No, you like me, don't you? "and wander confused. While François says," Well, it's a hobby not uncommon in nobility, ho ho ho, "he shakes the cup when he hangs around with humiliation and confusion.

The walnut in the matter begins to harbour tremendously against its abundant breasts, which increasingly incites the jealousy of the girls. And Yumiel appeared in a wondrous costume saying, "... I still have dog ears" on the spot where the riots are just happening.

The "Anything Store/Free Life" confusion was just about to reach its pinnacle now.