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

"... Your husband. Wake up, your husband."

"Uh-huh... just a little more..."

"... Your husband. Wake up, your husband."

"Ugh...... zzz"

…………

Jakih!

"Good morning! Good morning, Mr. Yumiel!

"... Yes, good morning"

The name of the man who greets him in an upright immovable room in a three-story house that plugs into the morning sun is Nobuyama Sayama. He's a former adventurer young man who runs a shop for anything in the corner of the Intermediate District.

"... the rice is already ready. Wash your face and come to the living room."

"Yes!"

Happy with your honest attitude, Made to return the magic item "Stangan" that fires [Spark Bolt] to the thigh holster. She is also willing to introduce new equipment without any hesitation.

This daughter's name is Yumiel. A fairy-bred girl with clear watery hair and eyes, she is a resident employee of the Whatever Store Free Life.

She puts her right hand on her left shoulder, turns her left hand behind her waist and gives a token, leaving the noble room behind.

Of course, my husband left the room with futons and sheets so he wouldn't sleep again. This girl knew perfectly well that if she brought out the bedding, she would have to wake up just as much.

"Damn, Yummy's guy... you're unforgiving me, dammit..."

As Yumiel aimed, Guitar began to change his clothes even as he moved slowly. Remove the long-sleeved shirt instead of the sleeping roll and pull the white T-shirt out of the tank that says "United States".

And I often stare at it by spreading it in front of me.

"... well, this is fine"

Did it become a pain in the ass to fold the shirt you've spread out and put it back in the tans, one sigh, and the precious grandeur wearing the thighs and the "United States" t-shirt from your head?

"Anyway, nobody knows what's written."

Alone, after getting dressed, Guido went down to the living room for breakfast.

- Yes, no one can understand what "United States" means in the Gran Feria where your university lives. On the contrary, you shouldn't be anywhere in the world.

Whatever, it's...

The other world, because it is.

It was about four years ago that Nobunaga Sayama fell into another world.

While playing Another World Online, a game he enjoys transferring consciousness to a virtual reality avatar, he "fell" into another world.

There is another possibility of the Earth, named "Earth". It was a world of swords and magic, branched from the original earth by the presence or absence of magic.

"But that should be the game setup..."

You still think so. "Earth" was the stage of "Another World Online" he was playing and was never a real world. That was supposed to happen.

But in that other world (Earth) … in a game like the one in which concepts such as levels and skills exist, you still live today.

After transferring to different worlds, I use the power acquired in Another World Online, which was somehow equipped, to encourage the opening of the store today and today.

Falling into different worlds, after an adventurer's time, I started a shop for anything in the city of Gran Feria for about two years... and now it is quite well regarded by the surrounding residents and customers.

"You can ask the store for anything you want, even if it might take a little help"

Your colleague and his partner have built up a track record just to be told.

The thickness of trust from the client, unlikely two years after opening.

But that sometimes leads to this….

"... Your husband. Today's request is for pharmaceutical conditioning assistance at the tool store (Apple Basket). Lunchtime helper at the Mass Cafeteria" Mampuku Pavilion ". Work at the Bright Orphanage. There is a product organisation at the blacksmith workshop Herbalt."

"Whoa, whoa!? Why do you have so much work to do!! Ki, not like yesterday's story......!

"... a request came this morning with a jump in from a bargain"

"Ohhhhh......!

Last night, the only appointments that had been communicated to you were work at Mampu Pavilion and Bright Orphanage. I didn't even remember hearing about shards, such as working in a neighborhood tool shop or a blacksmith workshop.

Apple Basket is a small tool shop that exists in the same town as Free Life. This store, which is run by two mothers and daughters, was also willing to improve the existing products and improve the quality.

Herbalt is a well-armed old craftsman Mark's blacksmith factory that handles everything from knives to long swords. This one also has a store in the neighborhood of the shop (Free Life) for everything, and you yourself were well looked after by sharpening and caring for equipment and cooking utensils.

Herbalt is not the only one. Even in Apple Basket, you remember taking care of him many times. When you first came to Eastwind, you were unfamiliar with the culture, customs, and city itself, and your neighbors helped you in some way.

That is why, even if it was a request to jump in, it cannot be ignored.

Even though that would be an experimental bench for a suspicious potion, it would be an organization of metal goods loaded full of warehouses, but I would have to take it if I thought of the gratitude I received. It was a pain in the ass, but when it moved, the noble daddy stood up, rattling like he had decided to.

"... are you going out, my husband"

"No, by my calculations, I can sleep another thirty minutes. Nurturing Yingqi is very important in doing your job...... HI!?

Jakih!

A maid who loads a magazine-type thunderbolt stone that is usually removed to prevent danger into a "stun gun" as if to show it to her husband. Those eyes won't move while they stare down at you.

This is Yumiel, who has recently fallen prey to spy films brought into this world by your university. If my husband doesn't move like this, he won't hesitate to pull the trigger like the characters in the movie.

"Wow! I'm stuck on plans today...... you should move early...... ha"

If you can't wait to turn on the electric shock like the Beast has taught you, your daddy raises his hands and heads to the front door. Yumiel, who behaves like a "stun gun," followed by a creep.

"Well, I'll be there."

And Guitar, who finished tying his boot shoelaces, left Pong and his hand on Yumiel's head and walked out the front door.

"... welcome, your husband"

A cageless voice of emotion thrown on its back.

It was the usual sight.