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

"Melissa, Melissa, Melissa... Uh-huh, I knew I couldn't think of that. Yusuke did a sexual harassment thing in Sacred Capital because he was named Bella..."

On his way home from the orphanage, Guitar twists his neck as he drops his gaze on the widened letter.

The letter reads: 'I have an important story to tell you to Takahiro Sayama. I'll be waiting for you at Saint-Verde Church. From your people, Melissa'. I thought it was important because it was delivered to a large crate, and it was a shoulder watermark.

"In the first place, I don't know Melissa by any name. Naughty? Or is there really something? Uh-huh... I don't know. At times like this..."

Guitar circled the letter sneezily and threw it into a crumb cage by the stall. And walk away without turning around.

"You should mind. It could be a scam or something. About 30 km from the city, mostly on the site of Saint-Verde Church. If you need anything, you should come and see me."

Concluding so, Guitar stretches out a lot and exhales all the time. Even if you care about all the details, you won't be able to sleep at night. So I don't really care about surprises that matter. That was his way of life.

"Why don't you stop by the market and go home? Sometimes it's good to cook dinner."

Let it be a salted fish, let it be a pork bowel stuffing, a noble man who troubles his head with trivial things. The thing about the letter from Melissa is not entirely in his head anymore. I had no room to think about a letter from someone I could never know in advance of the important thing of dinner.

That was supposed to happen. But...

"... hmm? What, you. Can I help you?"

On his shoulder, a biographical dove clumped together. Even if you are someone's user demon, pure white doves are rare birds in Granferia. Unexpectedly, your grandeur looks out at the shiatsu and dove. But his shoulder like that, the dove sticks with a couch a few times.

"Oh, come on, there's a hole in it. Okay, okay. You should take the letter."

Precious enough to pull a round letter out of a metal cylinder attached to your foot. Then the dove rang and flew away to Koka.

"What was it..."

Guitar made a hiccup with his hand and stared at where the pigeon flew away… Naturally, he couldn't possibly know where what was going to go in the sky, but immediately returned his gaze to the ground.

"Well, I don't know, this letter..."

Your Highness will extend the letter you have just received by twisting it. And where I spread the paper so that the whole text could be read... Ugh, I groaned briefly. Because......

'I think it's terrible to throw away letters from people to Takahiro Sayama. But only this time I forgive you, so come to Saint-Verde Church quickly. From your people, Melissa. "

It's a rhetoric as if you were monitoring his behavior. Precious Dai is stabbed with a nail in an unexpected way and gets unexpectedly deflected.

"Hey, what? Stalker? Stalker?

Hurry up and explore your surroundings with your detection skills [Mind Radar]. If anyone turns their consciousness to him within a 1 km radius, they should even be able to detect it. But only the adventurer girl, Alty, could be discovered with it. Unusual results make him more anxious.

"Frightened......! I'm getting some chills. Go home."

You rub your shoulders, blues your face, and start rushing home. Only a red-haired girl could follow him like that.

Always on the way home. Landscape as usual. Nothing out of the ordinary was there.

"Taka Hiro! Taka Hiro! I'm Jam! Strawberry jam is good! Apply plenty of butter and let me know if this is it!

"Yes, sir."

Noble Daisy sprinkles butter and jam on the toast she bakes. Both bread and jam are the delicacies of the bakery (Clarice). The combination even attracted the tongue of a chaotic dragon.

"Ha-ha-ha! Ha-ha, I can't stop...!

Good saltiness of butter and sweetness, acidity of strawberry jam. And the sagging, mochi and petite texture of the toast combined, "Strawberry Jam Toast" was playing a trio of happiness in the mouth of the lutoo.

"I don't know. Eat all that unhealthy stuff."

It is precious to gaze at a chaotic dragon girl who wanders into the flavour of happiness with her jitsy eyes. He eats "cinnamon toast" lightly baked with buttered toast covered with cinnamon and brown sugar.

"Isn't that a good idea? For a chaotic dragon who can feed herself rocks, seawater, and even poison, it's delicious or not that matters. I want something delicious anyway. Gastronomy is the nourishment of your heart, Takahiro."

'Cause I don't know if you behave badly.'

"The human figure can't keep his mouth smaller," the loooooooo, jammed around his mouth, laughing, trying to wipe the jam off with his sleeve. But it was maid Yumiel who stopped it gently and wiped her mouth with a wet handkerchief instead.

"... the sleeves are not used that way."

"Shh, I'm sorry. Wop."

Yumiel fixed the head of the loooooooo with his left hand, which seemed to swoop away at last with a clean jam. Emotionless but satisfied, she returns to her seat. Then he scratches the almost eaten toast like a squirrel with a small mouth.

"Yeah, hey, you've never seen Yummy paint anything on toast. You don't paint jam or anything?

Look at the too plain toast Yumiel speaks of, and your greatness raises the question. But Yumiel shakes his head and says back, "This is fine".

"... Clarice, your and your wife's bread is delicious enough without having to put anything on it. Rather, it feels cloudy to me if I apply jam, vegetable paste, etc."

"Huh. I don't know."

"... Yes"

I don't only eat bread, so I'm convinced that's personal freedom, too, Precious. Then, while the topic blossomed, such as the preference for bacon thickness, the scenery of breakfast at the Whatever Store (Free Life) continued for a while.

"... Speaking of which, your husband. I have a letter for you."

"Hmm? To me? It's rare."

I've cleaned up my breakfast, and now, where I'm going to go to work, Yumiel offered me an envelope. With a decent face, your grandeur who receives it.

"Hmm? This envelope says nothing. From whom... and this!

Noble Dae pulled the letter out of the envelope. Then he opened the carefully tri-fold letter, dropped his eyes on the paper... and raised his voice of surprise.

"To the cold-blooded human Takahiro Sayama. No matter how much spring, Nojuku was cold. Why didn't you come to Saint-Verde Church? I've been here forever, so come quickly. From your people, Melissa."

"So if it's important, you come!!

You accidentally put a scratch on Melissa, who doesn't even try to move. Without trying to visit from himself, he was angry about what it was like to try to move people, and he creeped the letter round and threw it in the trash.

"... Are you sure?

Yumiel asks greatly when he sees it, but he looks up and says, "That's okay, that's okay."

"That's okay. It's not about the call of the guy lying around or anything. Besides, it's a letter from a guy I don't know."

"... Really?"

Usually, it's a precious thing to say "even after a meal break" here, but it takes the form of a screwed up nose, and then he sweeps his neck and heads to the front door.

"Well, I'm coming. Yumi, Luttoo"

Pomped and stroked the heads of the two girls who came to drop them off to the front door, Guitar laid his hands on the door knob. Sent to his back like that, the voices of the girls.

"... Welcome"

"Mm-hmm. I'm going to give you some encouragement."

If you do it, you're also accustomed to a residence that greatly drops off the landlord, a noble man who laughs bitterly and leaves the house behind. Today, there's a lot of work to do on the exterior wall, grabbing a tool shop, and finding a lost puppy. Well, do your job well, he walked out of the city illuminated by the morning sun.

But - he will be haunted by the "letter from Melissa" that arrives even at work.

When I'm carrying a heavy demon-guided brick, the site supervisor gives me a letter.

"To Takahiro Sayama. I said too much earlier. I also wonder if it's impossible to get angry and throw away the letter. But the more annoying this peaceful me is, the harder it is to wait outside the city. I'm glad you came to Saint-Verde Church soon. From your people, Melissa."

When I grabbed the tool store and was carrying the "blue apple damp cloth", I was sent a letter back saying that something like this had been mixed up at the delivery destination.

"To Takahiro Sayama-kun. That sounds like a tough job. I can't believe I just summoned you like that, but I need to talk to you about something important. I'll be waiting for you at Saint-Verde Church, so come when you're done with your work. From your people, Melissa."

When I secure the lost puppy, the puppy is writing some kind of letter.

"To Takahiro Sayama-kun. Not yet, huh? Takahiro, I'll be waiting for you at Saint-Verde Church, right? I'm tired of flower fortunes, so I'm glad you're about to come... From your people, Melissa."

"Perseverance!!

It's only a little around 3pm because I finished all my work early. If it's my foot, I can go home long enough. Having so decided, Guitar finally decided to go see Melissa, the Lord of the Letter.

"What the hell is this guy? Are you kidding me? Damn it, make it hard..."

Running down the streets leading south, complaining about bumps. Because [Boost] and [Invisible] are used together, the appearance is the disease itself.

Pretty much like the wind. Precious treasure that ran 30 km down the road. In front of him like that, there was a church built that was old and collapsed everywhere.

"Right here. I've seen it far away, but I've never been in it... oh, it fits here."

The ceramic plate at the top of the entrance, which barely collapses, reads "Church of Saint-Verde". Without a doubt, it was where it was designated Melissa.

"Ugh... Rusty everywhere, rotten..."

The Church, abandoned more than a few decades ago, is noticeably damaged everywhere. To the ceiling of the entrance hall, the whole thing has fallen out.

"I'm sure you're really in this place... it's not a hoax..."

Frightened by the squeaky floorboards every time he stepped on them, Guido proceeded to the chapel. It's not even that big of a church. If there's anyone out there, that's the only place. With that in mind, he moves on a little bit, with difficulty.

Eventually, after a short and long journey, you reached the chapel entrance. One sigh, he glanced into the chapel….

"Ha ha, this is the chapel... or..."

So I saw the Virgin.

There's holes here and there, in front of the altar, of the chapel from which the light is shining -.

One girl, with her hands together, drooling her head, was praying to God.

Your Highness sees it and thinks.

"White," he said.

What? The girl's gray hair? You got pale white peach cleric clothes? There's a vale in your hair?

No. None of them. It was the girl, herself, that you felt the whiteness.

To the girl who prayed still, Noble Daughter remembered the unspeakable "holiness". That's the whiteness you felt. Glowing, unclean white. The girl's appearance made me feel it.

"Ah, uh..."

It's a space where you even hesitate to speak out, and still, only the girl moves freely. Undo the prayer arrangement and turn slowly to your great college. And to him, I'm walking...

"Hello, Takahiro Sayama. I'm Melissa."

With a clear smile everywhere turned to greatness, Melissa smiles innocently.

Before that, Guitar felt her heart beat harder somehow. To mislead it, he opens his mouth.

"Oh, what can I do for you? Besides, what do you mean," buddies "?

But Melissa doesn't answer. Just chuckle and get closer to your greatness.

"Oh, hey? What..."

And I grabbed your big hand, and Melissa smiled and smiled...

"I'm one of you, we are. You'll see soon...... [Soul Bind]"

The top restraint skills were activated.

".................. Huh!?

Even his soul is tied up, his whole body is stiff, and he collapses without even a voice. Precious. Staring at him like that with love, Melissa kneels. Then he puts your great head on his own knees and begins to stroke his head.

"It must have been hard, right? You must have been sad. You must have been lonely. But it's okay. I am here. You have company. I'll keep you company."

And Melissa's palm with a blur and glow. Starting to sound, a heavy bass called Veem, Veem.

It was a demonic light and sound of brainwashing skills [Brain Wash] … skills to manipulate others as they please.