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

"Ooh... that is, morning sun... first sunrise...!

From "Who likes to speak walnut," until now, trouble rolled up shortly after I took a break.

The girls, who I mistakenly thought loved dog ears, took a variety of dog costumes out of Yumiel's cosplay set for a fashion show.

Along the way, megasacchico emerges in red and white, which was left flush, and the wolves bark frightened... and furthermore, at some point the liquor went in (which they said Alti had brought. house stockpiles were also emptied), it is the beginning of a distraction.

For a restful sleep, it's really good to have sound protection in place. If I hadn't, it would have been a crisis of moving to be stoned and chased early in the New Year.

Drunken faces also changed their personality laughably (now), causing more confusion to me than they did when they got lost in different worlds. walnuts...... you, chew...... (though it was a sweet bite).

By the time those driven by jealousy and women's pride got drunk like this, near dawn, Killing was like a catfish bald "I don't like alties......!?" and came to visit. I guess I didn't hear from you. I don't think that father will give you permission.

Because Killing forcibly broke through, or the Ferdinand family escort soldiers were rolling like garbage scraps on the side of the road... when I saw that sight, I would be very unable to say "I'm here". He's sleeping drunk, Alty. If I see him, he's going to get raped, that father......

That, compared to last year's quiet New Year's Eve, was a nightmare night gone.

Behold, the peace I have visited in this land! The usual...... no, my dear home filled with more silence than usual!! If you lower your gaze, you will only stare at the less damaging ceiling as the intoxicated women who lay dead gradually enter your sight. Don't let the tears spill.

Behold, the light of the day plunged into this room to wash away the remnants of the heartbreak...! Open your curtains, open your windows, and take in every fresh New Year's air! Now open your books!!

"Hygienist!! Hygienist!! We still need rescuers! Not enough guys can use [High Heels]!!

"A ghost...!" Angry devil "is here......! Run... Run...!!

"Hold on! The ghost has already left!! Reinforcements are here too! It's all right now!!

"Damn...... just one! When there was only one adventurer, he said that our Ferdinand family SS was destroyed!? I don't know how to open it to my husband..."

Closed.

"... yeah, let's forget it!

No, it looks like you've been hallucinating due to lack of sleep. Did the sunlight reflect on the snow that fell last night and see a prismatic phenomenon or something miraculous? No, you got it, damn it..............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Why are those guys that got knocked down an hour ago still rolling!? Hey, "Graviton Fighter" Killing......!! Is a pair of fights good for you......!

Even [Gravity Cyclone] at number eighteen used the fact that all the escorts are poking at the cobblestone like Skekyo to form a people's forest. Stonehenge protégé, you're intolerant.

"Give me some water... give me a glass of water..."

It looks like Elu is awake while he's doing this. Where was this guy sleeping... oh, you were fading out to the bathroom with some lumpy wine. Were you sleeping gelo in the toilet? It's over as a woman, this guy... No, it's from the beginning.

"Look, take the second one yourself."

I'll draw cold water from the water bottle set up in the kitchen and pass it to the mug.

"Oh, I'm sorry... I'll take care of you for a while... still, about me... hehe"

A brunette elf, who has earthened an unpleasant face for a long time, is leaning against the table and whining somewhat bumpy. Honestly, it's frightening. Now, if your body is a little plumper and your hair isn't bulky, you're a pretty good woman... you mean heaven doesn't give you two things.

Good morning, Doctor.

When did you get dressed, François came from a nightdress with a long hem, weaving a jacket with a loose, thick piece of warm color that looked like a high decoration when done. The vertically wound rolls that were disturbed and flaky last night are also regaining their spring-like elasticity. As if, nobles who greet you elegantly, even saying that there was no ugliness you showed drunk.

"Yes, yes, Mr. O'Hara."

Even if we go in now, it'll just shine. I'm not going to waste my time. Still blue-faced and smiling, he didn't even put a scratch in François, and said hello back to his nagging.

That's how women react to the plugged in morning sun and wake up like zombies one after another. Whether the only beer left in the glass is the one I drank, or the alcohol breakdown is strong again, the walnuts are super healthy from waking up. "I'm hungry!," he urged me with his dog, Goldie.

"Oh, wait, I'll make you a broth right now."

"Zouni?"

A little alty peeks into the kitchen. This guy is tough, too. From day to day, he said, "Beer is like water!" You're just saying it in fancy. Well, that made my house drink...

"Oh, Zipang's New Year dish, it's a broth. The stock was a diversion of soba noodles yesterday, but it's very voluminous because it contains rice processed products."

"Phew..."

You convinced or not, the red-haired girl sits opposite the kitchen chair after an obscure reply, turns her arm with her jaw on her back, and begins to hang out her legs. Unusual for this guy, he stared at my cooking landscape without saying anything.

"Hey, I thought you could cook yesterday."

"Yeah? Yeah, I don't get any hobby areas, but I can do quite that. What do you think, it's awesome?

Is that what you mean? Sure, 'cause you don't really show people how you're cooking.

"Ha, I'm not feeling well, Bye..."

After all, is there still alcohol left, or is it blurry?

"You know I'm cooking at the Mampu Pavilion."

"No, I know... but I was surprised that yesterday's" soba "was not a dish to eat at the store, but a home-cooked dish like the one made by the mother of the house... even a man could make that..."

Indeed, unlike the oily and salty dishes made in the store, it has become a homely flavour. But it's not like this guy to bother asking me about the food. How unexpected was that?

"Huh, well..."

Without opening their mouths either way, only the sound of carrots and mushrooms carving was echoed in the kitchen. It's nice to be quiet, but something's going crazy...

"Hehe, this is the broth. I've heard it from Grandpa."

It looks like this is the first time I've eaten a broth, too, with a caol that divided the whole cake (made by Akatsuki). I smell the stock sprinkled with a small amount of citrus peel, all intrigued.

Next to that, Eru says, "Oh, oh...!?," he groaned, stabbing and pulling the cake from the lacquered jar onto the fork. Well, it's rare here, broiled or cake.

The walnut served by Gordie snuck a small cake into a thin flavored broth for Gordie, which he had removed from the cake because of it, and was cheeky with him.

Not that it's a heavenly punishment for that, but both wonks made me stick a cake in my upper jaw, and I was trying to lick and peel it off when I was desperate.... No, you can use the walnut.

There was only such a place, where interest prevailed over appetite, with a strange face. Yes, the lady who thinks "Mochi" eliminates the powerless.

The mouth is gluttonously tied to one letter across the side, and the mind or face appears to be blue. Seeing her like that, laughing and cheeking the cake was, after all, an altie against the upper class.

"Whoa, that's sloppy. I don't even have these teeth. I'm freaking out."

"What the hell!?

"Pu Ha, look, I've had this kind of drink. The lady is so elegant."

"When did I cower!? Fine, something like this......!!

Shortly after stopping, François puts a round cake of considerable size in his mouth. Holding his mouth in a white lace handkerchief, he said, "How do you like it?" and begins chewing with a provocative face. Seeing that, you lit your loser-averse mind, and even Alty hit the rice cake in the eye.

"Oh, hey, you guys..."

Even though the little one sees it, such a disobedient and dangerous imitation... I just tried to be so embarrassed that ni people stuck the cake in their throats at the same time.

"" Mm-hmm!?!? "

Ni man holding down his throat and folding his body. And the chaos and the hustle and bustle that begins. Caorle slaps Ni man on the back and Eru sticks his finger in to take the cake out of his pharynx. Krumia and Goldie panicked and ran around the living room glued, and Yumiel somehow ended up bringing a "dragonskin fan".

I want a vacuum cleaner... I thought so as I activated the skill [vacuum] for applications that would otherwise suck out the air in the Chamber of Secrets and defeat the enemy exquisitely weakened, and sucked the cake out of the mouth of the ni people who fall with their white eyes peeled...

"I've got a bloated stomach and I'm going to the first place."

Next year is the year to tell François and Alti, who vow revenge to "Mochi," so to the face that they have been totally drawn to the gravitational pull of the torch.

"Hatsumoude? What, is that"

The first thing that reacted to the unfamiliar sound was the curious elu. Technically, there's no word to hit the first, but, well, it's been three and a half years since I've been in this world. I have found the right words.

"Oh, it's about the New Year's Mass. In Zipang, it's the first time."

"Oh, was it about Mass? You're devout by the looks of it."

It doesn't look like it, it's extra. Well, I don't have faith, but this is a habit. On New Year's Eve, I had to throw coins into a coin box (which is a hand-delivered stool over here) and buy a street food for New Year's prices, and I couldn't calm down enough.

"It's an inspiration. It is only natural as a educated people to pray for safety and report one year's ambitions to the Lord God."

"Ah? Why are you looking at me and saying it? We adventurers don't even come around New Year's."

Looks like a dog monkey buddy. As a powerful man with close years, are we aware of each other?

"Wow!

"Shit, you can't snap, Kuru! I'll have it ready in a minute!

Are you happy to go out, or are you excited that the wolves are flying to Caorle sooner rather than later? With that on the side, Yumiel confirms the tightness of the door.

"I'm fine. Because I'm reading" @ wiki "here. Takahiro, stay here... Whoa, what are you doing? Stop!

"Wow!"

A perfectly high-tension walnut now seems to have set a target on an elf who falls asleep lying on a torch, letting his forearm say things and pull out.Eru, shaking in the cold with "@ wiki," began wearing the white coat that he had on the hanger rack in the corner of the living room, whether he had noticed it.

Apparently, you're ready. Let's go, then!

When did we return, we were smiled off by the Ferdinand family escorts (who looked like deacons & samurai) and went for an intermediate church.

The smell of meat roasting drifts from nowhere to see if those who are not ready to open their stores even though it is not even noon yet, and the wolves remain refreshed. I'll buy you some lamb skewers later.

François and Alti move slowly ahead with a light jab-like bickering, followed by a caorle pulling his sleeve at the wax making quick strides. Elu, who walks cleverly while reading "@ wiki," flutters over there and doesn't wake up fluttering over here, but seems to have managed to escape.

(Damn, how many people got together this New Year. He and Ni were the only ones last year.)

I think so, and I will stroke Yumiel's head in a poncho-style jacket made of this yarn with every raccoon hat. Then the little one looks at me in the upper hand, fixing the deviant hat with both hands.

"... this is going to be a good year, my husband"

The phase remains the same, and Yumiel mouths pale without even a nickel. And here's what I said.

"Well, maybe so"

The snow accumulated to plug in at noon still does not melt, and the snow begins to flare, whether to color the city with snow makeup or not. The sea breeze also begins to blow there, and the unintentional cold makes your body freeze out of its core.

Still, my heart was wonderfully warm.