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

What season is spring?

What do people say when they ask you that?

The season when flowers bloom.

Sweet and sour love season.

Festival season carving cheerful rhythms.

In some people, it would also be the spring vegetable season. That carefully simmered, soft spring vegetables such as turnips, onions, and possibly beans melt over the tongue. Nothing complains about more vegetables than meat for dinner this season.

Flowers in love, festivals, food and many words are used to represent spring. But every one of them is right and every one of them is wrong.

Not one of them. Everything. The season of spring is the season that encloses all pleasure and joy.

Among the seasons of that spring, May is said to be the most springy month.

Gran Feria, located in the north of Eastwind, was also finally lukewarm in May and the wind was soft. When it's the Sabbath, people go out for fun and expand their picnic sheets in the hills and flower attractions near the city.

Such a beautiful May too...... Anything store, for Nobunaga Sayama, it was only an excellent nap day.

"ZZZ... Kuka..."

"Amu, Amu"

In the backyard of Bright Orphanage, which houses the lower district, Guitar fell asleep on the lawn, with his big mouth open and sleeping. It is Worm, a one-year-old who has been part of the Bright Orphanage since this spring, who is about to climb that body.

Shivering dog-like ears and tails, Worm looks at the precious body lying on the mountain and tries to climb it somehow. but every time you hit the turnaround, you rolled over and stared at "Guitar Mountain" with a decent face.

"Dull...... these guys, you don't flirt. Let's do it."

"Amma!

Still, it was Nene, the girl who had been in the orphanage since this spring, who held up a worm that showed willingness to trample Mt. She walked into the orphanage with a worm in her arms, said to be an eight-year-old but firm one.

With the absence of a proper worm, the orphanage backyard restores serenity. I can hear a slight hustle and bustle coming from the harbor, but if it's also matched by the sound of leaf rubbing, it's like a lullaby.

In short, Sara, gently stroked by the wind, you start snoring here and here.

Then, out of nowhere, the shadow of the black cat began to glimmer......

"Nah..."

It was Nyadia, a girl of the Black Cat Beast, who came down with a cat-like suppleness and conveyed the trunk of the tree. Nyadia, who has just turned nine this spring, with a cool face, but with the strength of her age-appropriate curiosity, shines her eyes, approaching the noble great who can sleep with her mouth wide open.

"Nah."

Nyadia doesn't look directly at you. He shifts his gaze aside and shows a sleigh that doesn't seem to interest him. But with every step she takes, the distance between the two definitely shrinks. And......

"Nyan."

Nyadia was close to being able to touch you. Black cat girl staring at Noble Daughter who still won't wake up, now. She bends her knees and merely continues to observe… but inadvertently stretches her hand to her noble nose.

"Phew... mug, mug..."

A noble man with a stuck nose and a face. Still not trying to wake up is how deep you sleep, or are you just blunt? Anyway, even when her nose is sealed, she breathes shallow with her mouth, and she manages to stay asleep. Preciously, the black cat girl can no longer seem to contain her laughter.

"Heh, heh..."

If you look at her smile, everyone in the orphanage would say "rare". Not so long ago, Nyadia was a calm and sedentary child. How about that? He taunts the young man in the shop about anything and laughs when he dulls, which is exactly what toddlers do -.

"Blah blah blah!!

"Wha!?

Apparently, it was too much. Noble Dae, who kept his nose stuck, made a huge sneeze. Surprised by the loud noise, Nyadia, with her dark hair and tail upside down, escaped at an unnoticed speed.

A black cat girl who moves her hands and feet desperately and climbs onto the tree where she was. And he hid himself between the leaves and the branches, and began to stare at his greatness. Like a cat.

"Huh... Huh... Kuka..."

Still, you won't wake up. Despite a great sneeze about how comfortable the world of dreams was, he began to get to sleep quickly after a lot of snoozing.

"Kuka... Kuka..."

In the backyard of the Bright Orphanage, where the spring sun softly descended, Guitar Sayama was sleeping in his thoughts.

"Taka Hiro! Takahiro! I followed you! Come on! Let's play!

"Huh...?

Precious man who kept sleeping without any resistance to sleeping cravings, but he just grabbed his arm, shaking it up and down, and seemed to have to wake up.

I woke up. The first thing he saw was this face. The golden retriever glances into his face from the side, with his serpentine tongue out, staring at his face with his crushed eyes.

"Huh... hey, Goldie. Good morning."

He stretches out his empty arm as he falls asleep, and he strokes the gutter and the big dog, Goldie's head, Noble Daughter. Then, Goldie swung her tail around and started licking his face.

"Ugh, come on, my face isn't candy."

"I'm here too!"

To the noble lord who woke up his torso, now the girl who was grabbing his arm hugs him. Her name is Krumia. She's a dog beast girl with short baby blonde hair and dog-like ears and tails.

The walnut, with its golden retriever-like features appearing, is as large as its body. The noble grandeur, hugged by a large girlfriend over 180 cm, falls backwards beyond chance.

"Come on, either you should wake up or you should sleep"

Precious man who grins bitterly and also strokes the head of the walnut. The crocodiles squeeze their eyes in their gentle hands.

"Oops."

After stroking the wonks for a while, Guitar turned on the bounce and rose up at once. And then he made one big stretch and started stretching lightly. Stretch out your legs and arms and loosen your hardened muscles while you sleep. Because if we don't do this, we won't be able to keep up with the tough wonks we're about to start.

A walnut staring at Gu, Gu, and your greatness as you continue to bend and stretch your hands, feet, and joints with an exciting face. And the moment the stretch of your greatness is over, which I'm totally used to seeing, the wolves try to jump at him...

Grr, and it made my stomach rattle.

"Wow..."

A little red dyed walnut with an embarrassing face. Since I was ten years old, this girl seems to have learned something called "shame". I don't care if it was before. "I'm hungry!" I was storming into the dining room, but now, I hold my stomach and look away awkwardly. Apparently, how embarrassing it was for you to hear a loud belly bug.

"Ha, yeah, hey, it's snack time. Let's go to the dining room. Sister's making something for me."

"Ugh... wow"

A little rough stroke around the head of the walnut showing shame, a noble man pushing her back to the orphanage dining room.

"You know what? No... wow."

"Yes, sir. I know. I didn't even ask."

He is ten years old and although his pronunciation organs have developed, he is still a child's walnut. I can't find a good word for deception, and I end up holding my mouth.

Nobunaga strokes her head like that and keeps walking with a smile and a laugh. Gordie turned a gaze at them like that and followed them as they came along.

"Taka! Taka! Taka! Not yet!?

"Shut up, Kevin! Don't think it's that easy to pancake!

What you saw when you headed with the walnuts to the dining room was not a bunch of hungry hungry ghosts... but hungry children. Your Highness thought Ludos, the mother of the children at the Bright Orphanage, was just making something, but apparently nothing was available.

The elderly sisters among the children seem to be struggling to make pancakes, but they didn't have enough hands. Anyway, there are nineteen children in the Bright Orphanage. Making one pancake also takes thirty minutes if you try to make one for everyone.

Afterwards, there was no way the eating children could stand one small piece of pancake, and Bella, Alyssa, and Mae and their sisters continued to even return the frying pan. Still, in a situation where supply could not keep pace with demand, you came to the dining room.

"Who can cook, discover!

The face of the sister group, who were very pleased with the unexpected reinforcements, punched your greatness into the dining room with or without it. And to this day, your university continues to make pancakes.

"Damn... why am I like labor on my day off..."

At least you keep making pancakes. If I baked one, the situation where the next one was immediately demanded was somewhere similar to my job at the street.

"I don't think so. I'll bake it for you later."

Next door to the right, baking pancakes in the same way is the oldest girl, Bella. Bella sweats on her forehead and stares at the contents of the frying pan.

"Yes, yes. Because I will also give you plenty of honey. Good luck, huh?

The girl Alyssa, who transfers the baked pancakes to a plate and honeys them, laughs with a grin to encourage preciousness. My sister, the girls who work so much for my brothers are not so precious as to complain. "There's two of them," I told him, silently working on pancakes.

As a result, the time for the 3: 00 pm snack could be done without so much time. Those engaged in pancake making were breathing long breaths surrounding the table.

"Mugu... I knew Mr. Rudos didn't have a hammer... you do this every day"

Guitar leaks his admiration while chewing the large eyed pancakes prepared for him. The girls who overheard it strained their chests and spoke proudly.

"That's right. It's our mother. Mother can do anything."

"Cooking, laundry, sewing, a hundred times more than we do...... yeah, we can do it a thousand times faster!

"Wow... that's the amazing thing about Mr. Rudos that doesn't seem to be lying"

Drink pancakes with milk poured into the mug and once again admire your precious grandeur. But that's one thing bothered him.

"But. Why is Mr. Rudos going somewhere unprepared? Before this, when something similar happened, it would have been done."

Yes, it's impossible, such as children's snacks not ready in Bright Orphanage, where Perfect Mom, Rudos chops them up.

Rudos did everything he could before, even when he had a sudden errand, but he didn't do anything this time. That's what bothered you so much.

"That, too, we're not sure, said a call came from a church in the Advanced District... it seemed really sudden and we didn't have time to prepare a snack"

"Church in the superior district. No? Why again?"

"Come on?"

Apparently, the children don't know much either. It's time for you and the girls to strangle you.

But the question should be resolved immediately. Because the person in question has returned.

"Right now, guys. Oh, Mr. Takahiro. Hello."

"Hello, Mr. Rudos"

Rudos, in a sister, showed himself in the dining room. Drop the cage in your hand onto the table and say hello to your greatness.

"Oh, it was just fine. I have a deposit with Takahiro..."

That said, Rudos pulls a small horizontal crate out of the cage. And I offered it to you.

"Heh? What is it, this?

"I'm not familiar with it either, but they say it's an item sent by express from Sacred Capital Servario. I was told to give this to Mr. Takahiro."

Though I have received it, it is a gift that I do not remember, a noble expression. Look at him like that, and Rudos looks surprised, too.

"Isn't it from someone you know in Sacred Capital Servario? I thought Mr. Takahiro would have a priestly friend... the name is engraved here, don't you recognize him?

"Name?... No, I'm a stranger"

"Oh? So who is it? Mr. Melissa."

Gifts from the Sacred Capital Servario. Probably a horizontal crate with a letter in it.

Behind it, it was definitely inscribed "Better than your buddy Melissa"... but you didn't know the name Melissa at all.