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

"Yummy......"

I put Yumiel, who collapsed by Ren's [Count Death 5], to bed and drugged her, knowing it was useless, but even finer to breathe step by step.

Of course, doing that doesn't do any good. I'm not hurt. The "potion" system does not work. Besides, I'm not sick. Taking medication to restore a condition abnormality will not cause redness on your blue and white face.

I know... I know. What should I do to restore Yumiel to her original state? That's what I know.

Disarm by skill user...... and one more thing. For two serious reasons, "maybe Ren will release me," I was desperately turning away from the "right solution" when I saw only such an unlikely hope.

So imagine that after one night, Len might unlock [Count Death 5]... but when the sun rises and sets again, Yumiel doesn't wake up... without proper attention, the first day of the three-day time limit has passed.

"Hey, get up... if you don't, I..."

It was the same on the second day. I couldn't help but stay away from Yumiel, who was approaching death step by step.

When the morning sun rose on the second day, Yumiel had a fever. Yesterday's cold cut body is as hot as a lie. Maybe that was her silent message of wanting to live.

Cold, cold... as it were, it was probably the heat of the result of Yumiel's thirst for raw all over her body trying to lose her life as if the candle fire were going out.

But I can't make up my mind before the heat that produces to shred my life. Despite the fact that there was a girl about to die in front of me, I remained lost.

"Convince Len". Why don't we head over to him to do that? If it stays like this, Yumiel will surely die. Just waiting doesn't change anything. At this time, you can help. Anyway, let Ren unlock [Count Death 5].

I know that... I know that... but I'm scared. With my knowing face, I said, "Come on, let's kill each other!," laughs Ren, but that smile, I can't wait to be scared. I even get chills and nausea in the fact that childhood taming is putting a sword at me.

So... I couldn't get out of the house. "Because I have a fever," she said, using even Yumiel's symptoms as an excuse to stay home for the second day.

In the meantime, I tried to go to persuasion over and over again. Get your best friend who is going crazy back to sanity and get [COUNT DEATH 5] unlocked...... that should be the best ending for everyone.

But I still can't move my legs. I didn't want to hear any more terrible words from Ren's mouth. I didn't want to get stuck with the fact that I knew Ren had changed. With that smile on my face that day, I didn't want you to tell me you wanted to kill me.

So I used [Cole] so that I didn't have to look at him.

"Please... please...! Disarm me......!

But the [call] to Ren, which I sent over and over again, was all ignored. That was Len's silent message.

On the third day, Yumiel's fever dropped. But that's not because the symptoms have eased. The other way around.

Her body got very... very cold. As if the warmth were lost from the body of a dead man. As if to stretch the process and show it to me, slowly, slowly Yumiel's temperature had dropped.

Already, the time limit is twelve hours out.

As it goes, by the time the sun sets and the date changes... Yumiel dies.

The time for decision was imminent.

"What should I do..."

But I was still whining about things like crying even when I got here.

It leads to Yumiel's bed, and he just holds his head... and his heart beats loudly from the rush and tension. In a world where only that sound sounded, I could not do anything while leaning down...

"... sama"

But...

"... Sashima, Sashima"

Someone gently stroked my head like that.

"... Your Highness..."

"Yumi!?

It's the first time since I fell. Yumiel woke up...

He's lying down, raising his eyelids slightly, and looking at me with an uncertain eye of focus. An unbound hand, still gentle, gently stroking my head......

No. I didn't wake up because [COUNT DEATH 5] was released. Because there's still a dead minister on Yumiel's face. Slightly sprinkled cheeks and sumptuous eyes make the beholder imagine death.

Maybe this is the final awakening. It was only for the last moment that she, sinking into death, raised her face to a living world.

Perhaps the next time you close your eyes, you won't wake up like that.

I'm sure Yumiel knows that. What your body is like... if she's debilitated, you'll know it without anyone telling you.

"Why..."

But this kid just strokes my head. Just stroke your head slowly so you can be the orphanage chicks......

"You don't want to live..."

Why aren't you even trying to say "help" or "I don't want to die" when you know you're going to die?

"Hey, why..."

Yumiel does not answer. I won't say anything. I don't blame you for being mean, and I don't beg you to help me.

I just stroke my head...... but I guess the limit came after a while.

Finally he put his hand on my cheek and Yumiel closed his eyes quietly. It sank into the abyss of death where we might never be able to go back...

"I... what are you doing..."

I felt sorry for myself... for not being able to make a decision. I can't move myself. I couldn't help but feel sorry for myself for not being able to set a standard of conduct…

Think of it, I've always lived that way. I've lived undecided on one important thing.

I don't make my own decisions about what matters. I don't like both. I do what someone told me to do, but it doesn't work from me. I started a store for anything, because I wanted others to choose what to do.

It's an easy way to live. You don't have to decide for yourself means you don't have to think... you can live with your head teased.

But that's not a healthy human way of life. It's a way of life to be spit on when you're a "mortal."

To that evidence, I tried to kill the girl I was living with. If I didn't move, Yumiel would die... and while I knew it, I didn't even try to make a decision.

The bumps that have lived sloppily so far appeared in the worst possible way. I'm not the one who put [Count Death 5] on it. But if Yumiel dies like this... it's my fault.

Both the perpetrator and the victim are clear. I know how to solve it, and I have the power to accomplish it.

And yet, both matter, if you're just holding your hand if you can't choose... that's the same as killing them.

I tried to. If Yumiel hadn't woken up, I would have kept waiting for Ren to hear from you until she died. I waited only for the impossible word, "I disarmed you," and would not have tried to turn my attention to the girl who sleeps beside me.

All I get is disgust at what I was trying to do. The result was second to none and I kept waiting for things to change due to time... I hate myself for that.

"Sorry... sorry..."

I couldn't stand being myself like that.

I didn't want to be like that before the death of the girl who thought of me more than I did.

So... just one thing.

For one thing, I made up my mind.

Maybe for the first time in my life... I've decided for the first time what matters in my life.

Apologizing to Yumiel, who sleeps like a dead man, I decided only one thing was important.