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

"Princess, how was Eastwind's school?

"Worst."

That's what I said, I fell into bed. Tired. Body and mind.

The gaze that inexplicably showered me, the school buildings and classrooms that were vain wide and more decorative than necessary, and the revolving Easwind-style narratives, everything was yuck.

I thought there were plenty of different rules, customs and manners lectured this past week, but there was really nothing I could do about it, such as the redundant greetings that my noble brother would give me in his flock.

There is too much waste in this country. Inefficient. If you listen decently to their front door, that's the only way the sun will go down. Nothing but a waste of time.

"Worst."

Yes, it sucks. I don't overlap words in vain, but I speak twice by accident.

So you guessed everything, and Zophy, the chief samurai, brewed me a cold herbal tea without saying anything. Is it cruel to ask the Easwins for such attention?

"Only Zophy's herbal tea is as delicious as ever. That's the only salvation."

"Thank you"

The scent of apple mint soothes my standing heart. Sooo, the feeling of a cool breeze blowing through me sweeps away the unpleasant heat that builds up in my body.

Right now, only at this moment, I don't have to think about anything extra.

I have also come to study in the "dressed monkey" country. And the mission given to me. Things to come. And - about that "demon" thing too.

"- You can't, me. As a matter of fact, I'm thinking of something extra."

No matter how much Zophy's herbal tea is excellent, you can't erase your worries.

Only the will of a person can control the thought of a person. Nothing more than proof of my immaturity, such as bothering my head with crap.

"Now you can't laugh at the Easinds."

"Extra" is the exclusive patent of the Easwins. In no way is it a word involving the Bartoloans, also referred to as iron. It should not be.

"Princess. That's right. It's not making fun of the Easwins. Prejudice clouds the eyes. I want the princess to make a fair and selfless decision."

"Right. I'm here to learn from Eastwind."

Zophy's words made me happy.

Yes, I have a mission to evaluate Easwind's education. Subjectivity should not be exchanged in the evaluation shown to 10,000 people. Every sentence needs a clear rationale.

All you need to evaluate is objectivity. Isn't it the extreme of subjectivity, such as discomfort?

"You haven't met the example teacher yet, have you? It's too early to be disappointed."

"Right. I hear Sayama Teaching, the pivotal practitioner, is from Zipang. Are there many similarities between the Zipangs and the Bartoloans?

"Yeah, I met him once when I was younger, but he was diligent, polite, and reasonable."

"That's how it was written in the book I read. Additionally, the Sayama teaching was about six months old and made Easwind aware of something called 'Efficiency' … Again, you can expect it"

"Yeah, yeah. There's nothing wrong with studying abroad."

To my mind, the Leon teaching in office was also a Bartoloan temperament person, although he was an Eastwinder. I've had my eyes full of bad things today, but I see, if you think about it, it's far from "worst". I was swept away by emotions and prejudice and rushed to conclusions. It's something to reflect on.

"Princess. I heard it's an internship in the labyrinth tomorrow. I'll give you Dr. Sayama's guidance soon."

"Looking forward to it. Efficient skill acquisition, also known to outperform the Bartoloan formula… I'll make sure you learn."

Again, me consolidating my resolve. Yes, it's up to me to make this study abroad useless or not.

I don't use the word "hard work". All the Bartoloans deserve is "Word Execution". I said I'd do it. I'll do it. There can be no such thing as failure.

Otherwise, there is no indication to the people. I and other international students are royal nobles. There shall be no one who fails to produce results, nor shall he stand above another.

Royalty, nobility, constant discipline of oneself, putting the national interest first, doing the best that one can….

"Dear Dorothea! Are you there!

… Always discipline yourself…….

"Oh, Master Dorothea! I was scared! Eastwinders like exasperated monkeys stare at me as I lick my body around..."

……… Always yourself,

"The S in the Mid-level Three-Year S Group is the S in" Monkey "! - Even a whisper, KeyKeyKeyKeyKeyKeyKeyKeyKeyKeyKeyKeyKeyKeyKeyKeyKeyKeyKeyKeyKeyKeyKeyKeyKeyKeyKeyKeyKeyKeyKeyKeyKeyKeyKeyKeyKeyKeyKeyKeyKeyKeyKeyKeyKeyKeyKeyKeyKeyKeyKeyKeyKeyKeyKeyKeyKeyKeyKeyKeyKeyKey

…………………… always,

"How was Master Dorothea? Didn't you feel bad? Oh, me, I'm just worried about that, worried..."

……………………

"At least I wish I could stay by your side...... Aah! We who were not born the same year, same month, same day as Dorothea, the flattery that makes"

"[Frozen Thorn]"

For each deafening murmur, tie Eleonora up with an ice tsu. (Frozen 3) If you're in a state, you can't even talk if you want to.

"Zophy. Clean this up."

"Yes, Princess"

Again, Zophy can count on you. I grabbed an ice object and threw it out the window. It's a really useless move.

But Eleonora's in trouble, too. I am the owner of enough power to be chosen as an international student, but I am very fornicating. I appreciate you admiring me, but how about opening your mouth more than you need to be as a Bartoloan woman.

Either way, my intentions have been emptied. Because of this, I was renewing my resolve and it's ruined.

Dinner early on a day like this, only to fall asleep. Sleep is the most effective means to change your mind and restore fatigue.

Get ready for labyrinth practice tomorrow with a good quality sleep, feel and condition.

Having so decided, I told Zophy and headed to the dining room.

"Good morning, Master Dorothea"

Turning to the voice called, there was the daughter of a great nobleman.

François de Ferdinand.Speaking of Ferdinand, he is a nobleman without a stranger, who is making his name known to Bartoloa.

Twenty years ago in the war, the "Demon Command Battalion" under the command of our predecessor, Jerome, wielded fierceness. Numerous Bartoloan knights were said to have been swallowed by a vortex of wild flames.

"Flaming Hymn Ferdinand", "The Grand Duke of Magic", "What Sprinkles Death" … all of these are two names referring to Jerome de Ferdinand. If it was a dirty word, that's what countless nicknames would have called it.

He was just a threat. With overwhelming power, crush the enemy. Shattered into fine dust and not even left with shards. The embodiment of Easwind's martial arts is engraved into the memory of the Bartoloans with fear.

He who inherits the blood of such a person. After all, I draw a line with other students.

Now, François is smiling, but he has no emotions in his eyes. Curiosity, intention, fraternity, disgust...... those eyes that I can't feel any of are like a lake with no bottom in sight.

I understand. These eyes are the eyes of the observer. An eye that tries to gauge everything in the subject, cold everywhere. If she does, do you mean it's the same as an insect specimen stabbed by a bug pin such as me?

........................ interesting.

"Yeah, good morning, Mr. François"

Do you think I'm under pressure for this Dorothea Isabel von Rosalinde-Bartolore to look like a bug? You think you'll be scared and give in like a little girl?

Funny. Not at all, funny. Isn't it really interesting that some of the younger brothers of the Eastwind aristocracy, who have only a weak spirit, have this temper?

That's Ferdinand. That's the great aristocracy of the West.

I liked it. I liked François de Ferdinand. Being in the same class as her is one of the few good fortunes in this time studying abroad.

"Mr. François. Nice to meet you."

"Yeah, welcome. I will fully learn how Bartoloa works."

Shake hands, we smile. From the handshake, unshakeable confidence and pride are conveyed.

This is Francois de Ferdinand. All support Easwind, daughter of the great nobleman.

There is no shortage for them. Me and this girl are good enemies......

"Uh-huh. Oh, hey."

... Me and this girl,

"Whoa!? Wrong time... enough is enough. I'm here."

..................... me and this,

"Wow, I feel like I'm wasting my time... enough in the morning, dude"

……………………

"Oh, velvet. I'm still a shan today. I want to sleep."

Who...! Who waters important occasions with words that distract you......!?

Is that the guy? I see, it doesn't seem sloppy to see it.

What, the brunette who left that sleeping area subtly? What, those carefree half-opened eyes? A glance from there, black eyes? It's like the Devil.

.................................... hmm?

……………… "The Devil"?

....................................... is that it?

Is that it......!?

Oh, oh, oh, oh...!?

That hair......! Those eyes, those faces...!

"Toyfer......!

As it rises from the bottom of the dark sea, behind my brain, the sight of that night emerges.

Three "demons" dancing madly in the treasure trove.

Birds, dogs, fish… each with a different head, the dreaded Toyfers.

Just the eyes of the demons that could be directed at me hiding in the shadows.

The words of the Devils, exchanged with Booshiri Booshiri.

Imminent piercing of me, distorted mouth.

And -.

Demons who should have died in the Mountain of Demons. The whole thing in there was in front of me right now.