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

The Bartoloan Empire - it is a land of iron and discipline.

It is one of the leading military states in the eastern continent and the people are renowned for their discipline and efficient movement.

Time is tough in seconds and we don't waste it.

There is no forgiveness for following the rules and punishing those who break the law.

Exactly, strict as iron.

The temperament of such a people is also strongly reflected in national defence.

Bartoloa's Sword Knights of the Iron Cross and Shield Tiles.

The knights who move systematically everywhere efficiently slaughter their outer enemies, pulling out groups and good quality magic bricks compared to those of other countries become walls that play all the magic claw fangs.

A military state that combines offense.

An unwavering millennial empire.

Bartoloa of candles.

From that country, an international student came.

Now the Royal Gran Feria School was a takeaway on that topic.

(annoying......)

Dorothea had a cool look on her face.

And the gaze of those who gaze upon themselves in far-flung windings. Hiccups heard from nowhere. Excessive decoration to colour the school, visible in sight wherever you turn.

Everything pissed her off.

It's not that I have no choice.

Bartoloa, Dorothea's country of origin, and Eastwind, where she studies, were at war until twenty years ago.

A former enemy country, a princess, comes to study in our country. The nobles and knights of Eastwind, and their children, watching Dorothea and turning away, said that there was no choice.

But still, those who are inexplicably glanced at and rumored are not accumulated. Dorothea, short in her heart, sighed.

"Good morning, everyone"

Eventually, at the start of the business bell, a long skinny man opened the door to a two-year s set of classrooms. As soon as possible, the students, who had been delayed in conversation behind the classroom, rushed back to their seats. Dorothea also raised her inner face, saying that the students of Granferia were not sloppy.

Eventually, when everyone sat down to their seats and the man who came in took the stage, silence finally came to the classroom.

"You shouldn't. You can't argue with me if I'm told I'm being sloppy."

Apparently, the man, he's a teacher. After placing the attendance book on top of the lecture floor, he looks around the classroom and begins to blame the students for their sloppiness.

"Starting today, Mr. Dorothea, who has completed a week of pre-training, will be lined up with you all. Accepting international students from Bartoloa is my first attempt, so there will be confusion. But you must not let that affect your attitude to life. Mr. Dorothea will be disappointed that this is the extent of our country."

The name of the magnificent man who stretches his spine like a wire in it and stares at the students with a sharp gaze like a prick is Leon de Vilban. He is a person known for his name in magic science, who has held the position of Group S for two years since this spring.

Harsh on himself, he is told that it is only in a period of neutrality that he deserves, usually in charge of the second grade.

For this reason, the Gran Feria School is said to be "the second school year is the one I can't get out of my mind", and the people of the present II S. had heard of it... Exactly, the big event of accepting international students from Bartolore even brought their minds to life.

You know that, and Leon doesn't blame the students any more than he needs to. Nail stabbing at the required location is sufficient. If that's not the case, I would rate it to that extent. That was his educational policy.

"Okay, Mr. Dorothea. Please introduce yourself."

Confirming the students' stiffness, Leon instructs Dorothea to come out in front of the lecture. With that in mind, the princess of Bartoloa rose without sound.

From the seat in the last row, Dorothea sounds the footsteps of a certain rhythm and proceeds to Leon. The Rin appearance had the elegance he deserved when it came to royalty.

Eventually, a silver-haired girl standing in front of the lecture and looking around at the students. And after she had finished checking the faces of each of them, she opened her mouth.

"I am Dorothea Isabel von Rosalinde-Bartoloa, Third Princess of the Bartoloan Empire. Afterwards, hello."

Dorothea only uttered the minimum necessary words, just because she didn't need useless decorative words. Students who are taken lightly by the differences between their own culture and whether this is the Bartoloan style.

Still, I guess I got the empathy of Leon teaching in that I don't like waste. He applauded the Third Princess, followed by the applause of the students.

"Brief and good. Mr. Dorothea, get back to your seat."

Dorothea takes the word and returns to her seat once and for all. Staring at it, students in a flashy state. And Leon, who apparently liked Dorothea.

From the Bartoloan Empire, accepted by international students… it was likely to cause a wave of turmoil to the Royal Gran Feria School.

"... and it was like that. I don't care..."

"I don't care so much about my ex-principal class anymore, because I'm not in charge anymore."

"Yes, but..."

Guitar University and Eric were drinking at the table at a cheap pub that housed a shop in downtown Intermediate District.

The time is around a little over nineteen o'clock. On the tabletop, in addition to wooden jocks, there are miscellaneous dishes. Apparently, the main drink is the meal.

Eric pinches the chicken and stir-fried beans in a precious way that chews the skewered grilled meat into a thousand pieces. While I put food in my mouth, the conversation between the two proceeds.

"More than that, why don't you worry about your new class? You're supposed to have a freshman year of elementary school, aren't you? You're just a noble six-year-old or a selfish kid anyway, aren't you?

"No, it's outrageous! They're all good, good kids."

"Hehe... hey, I'll see you at school, but you're really good at saying hello."

"Isn't it?

Proud of Eric as it is of me. Apparently, the transfer from the High Department to the Primary Department had a good effect on him.

"So you're still in charge of the elementary department next semester?

"No, you're in the middle of the next term. Once you're done, you can decide where you want to take it. But as far as I'm concerned, I'd like to be a junior minister. Anyway, the kids are cute and cute..."

"I don't know ~. I'm just still making it up to you right now, if you take a peep... oh, my God"

"Huh? Stop it - something that scares me like that. Hehe"

Turn the fork around as you point it at Eric, teasing you precious. Eric, who took it, puts his hands on it and denies it.

And the two of us laughed hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, offered the empty plates to the middle-aged woman in the service and tried to place more orders......

"And now we're not talking about that!

Ha, and Eric, who returned to me, put a scratch on you.

"You're talking about an international student from Bartoloa, right? Even Mr. Takahiro is not irrelevant. Let's be serious."

Pump and Eric scolding your greatness with a slightly angry face. By contrast, I don't care about you. It's an understatement.

"Huh? But I was in Bartolore for a time, and those guys in that country were fucking serious. Something's wrong."

"But in fact, when I went to see it during the holidays, the two year s group had a strange vibe..."

"Well, if it's the first time you've accepted an international student from Bartoloa, it'll be a strange atmosphere."

That said, I care about the roasted bean peeling noble. Eric sighed loudly in the absence of any shards of crisis.

And a word.

"Huh... okay? Takahiro owns the two-year group S."

".......................................... eh"

Porridge and perhaps the beans fell out of your hands.

And you saw Eric with a troubled grin.

"What is it, that 'eh'? Are you still going to be in charge of Group S for a year? No way. Ha... Oh, no, right?

………………

"Hey!? The dictionary arrived at your house, didn't it!?

"Probably leaving it without reading much..."

"What are you doing? Huh!?

The school matches your boss to Francois, the promising stock. Therefore, if she goes up to the second grade, your university will also be in charge of the second grade. It should have been notified long ago by the Dictionary.

But it's all about the magnificence. He read it and remembered only the letter "S", and assumed that he was in charge of "I/S again".

That's why "the international students from Bartoloa came. Besides, there's even royalty," Eric told me, "but they were asking like other personnel.

"I - S don't have any international students, do I? Then it doesn't matter."

So much so that I even thought. Eric's words were just blue sky thunderbolts.

"Why haven't you read it!? Oh, were you going to go to I.S tomorrow!?

"So, because there were three pages of greetings just like the preface..."

"Now it is! That's the Eastwind stream! Look, I need to read the letter properly..."

"Yes..."

Eric begins his sermon like an elderly man, with a sobering nobility.

It was a rare sight.