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

The devil is joining hands with the priest and looking for the devil.

There was a lot of talk about Yotai. It's a farce that can't even smile.

Demons, etc., aren't they right there? Don't you walk leisurely next to a girl in a light peach Sister outfit?

Why don't you realize that? Why don't you expose the demon's skin?

Probably an immature Sister. The level seems pretty high, but it's too insightful.

Dorothea chewed her teeth at the creeps.

"Turn to the side of the investigation and divert suspicion from yourself. In addition, a scapegoat is prepared. It's simple, but it's a good hand."

The cuckold squeezed his hand, losing his mind and dyeing it white. Wrinkles between the eyebrows, eyes narrowed to sword swallowing.

"What do we do? Ride this plane, wash it away, reveal it to the church?... No, that's bad. If you knew I was involved, that demon shouldn't hesitate to retaliate. I'm sure you'll start scattering video crystals recording" Sights of the Day "everywhere. It means my ruin"

With it, Dorothea bites her thumbnail. What she doesn't normally do, what she does like a child, is a sign that she can't afford it.

"But the church grabbed that devil's tail, and I don't have to do anything? Is it really the right answer not to get your hands on it for fear of retaliation? Think... think, Dorothea. What can you do? What shall I do?"

Dorothea starts wandering her room in frustration. Bite your nails, keep crushing them and something. Still, you couldn't come up with a plan, or finally a third princess who sits back on the edge of the bed and holds her head.

Do I have to keep knocking my body back and crying to sleep?

Do you not wish to miss the opportunity to destroy the devil?

In the first place, why did I expose myself that day to ugliness in front of the devil?

I want to turn it off. I want to get rid of my impudent self that day. If it's something you can start over, I want to start over. Oh, I want to go back that day - -.

Dorothea was possessed with shame and regret.

"Master Dorothea? Can I help you?

"E, Eleonora!?

When Dorothea looked up, a fellow two-year-old international student stood there with a decent face.

Eleonora-Blankenheim. She is the youngest son of the Count Blankenheim family, who produces many excellent martial arts officers, and a talented woman with a vision for the future.

Eleonora is particularly brilliant among the Counts who can be named for their martial arts. If you let the spear wave, not a single one is right for her in the same level band.

It is not a benefit of special skills or martial arts. She had the gift of spear judgment at birth.

A girl called "Eleonora the Silver Spear" at the age of fourteen. She raised her high voice when she saw Dorothea's agitated face.

"Well!? d, Master Dorothea! What's wrong!?

Eleonora makes a serious footsteps in the lady and runs over to Dotabata and Dorothea.

"Oh, oh, how sweet......! I have never seen such a face of Master Dorothea! What... what happened?

"Yes, no, nothing..."

"Is it a monkey!? Did the male monkeys of Easwind touch Dorothea-like balls with their dirty hands!? Yu, yu, I can't forgive you!!

"Eleonora. Calm down..."

"On getting laid, I'll try to give the Easwind male monkeys a blood festival with my spear! Don't worry, Dorothea!

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"Leave it to me! Leave everything to Master Dorothea's katana, Eleonora-Blankenheim! I'll make sure it's good!

Bloody, gray-haired girl swinging a spear in the Third Princess's room.

While watching the wild things, it is human beings who become calm themselves. Dorothea's heart, which was disturbed by the devil and the abominable past, regains its restlessness.

And a word.

"[Frozen Thorn]"

"Eleonora the Silver Spear" quickly became an ice statue.

"I don't want to find out who I am. But in your own hands, do you want to grasp evidence of the evil deeds of a certain person?"

A few minutes later, Eleonora, who had returned from her [frozen 3] state, had rinsed her tea with a face that she did not eat.

"Yeah, if possible, I don't even want to be suspected of being involved. I wonder if you have any good hands..."

In that face-to-face, Dorothea was dropping her gaze on the table while holding the teacup. She knew. There has to be a convenient way. So there was no power in the words of inquiry either, and the end of the phrase was small enough to disappear.

But Eleonora raised a strange voice toward the quiet third princess.

"For your patience, why not use the Butterfly Mask?

"Butterfly Mask" is a magic item that changes the appearance of the wearer. A man to a woman, a girl to a mature woman, an old man to a young man. The mask, which imitated a butterfly that I thought I could change as I wore it, was a dish for the royal marquis nobles.

Eleonora tells you to use it to hide who you are. But Dorothea shook her neck to the side loosely, saying she couldn't do that.

"If they use the Demon Crystal Coupe or the Scan, there's nothing we can do about it. My status is something many people know...... especially, Job can't be deluded"

Why can royalty stand above men when power is in all worlds? That's because God gives them a unique job… a powerful job that draws a line from what is normal.

Being a third princess, she is no exception. Dorothea had been given a unique job called "Princess" by birth.

This unique job will shackle you this time. Counting "Princesses" within Eastwind is enough with one hand. In such a small number, it is not possible to hide out in numbers.

Where the analogy has changed, it is Sekiyama who is [scanned] to be spotted early on in one. Dorothea, again, shook her neck to the side.

"Uh-huh... Hide yourself when they're about to use [scan] or something"

"No, you can't." Demon Crystal Coupe "or" Scan "is activated for a moment. In an instant, my information goes to the other person."

"Watching from afar or something"

"You can't do that either. My aim is not to keep an eye on the subject, but to capture evidence of a crime. If you're too far away, you won't be able to react to the situation."

"That's right! Our fellow students had a Summoner, didn't they? If you stick with the demon..."

"It's not a good idea to leak information to others, even though they're from the same town. Besides, the opponent is not a glimmer. It's decided to be twisted and crushed by poor demons."

"Uh-huh..."

Eleonora twisting her neck, like Dorothea did a while ago. Seeing the appearance, the Third Princess was much shorter and exhaled.

Even I thought about it. I thought about all possibilities. I figured out what to do to give guidance to that demon.

Still, in the end, I was trying to conclude that I had no choice but to be static. I had to.

Satan's retribution is horrible. I'm ashamed of the ugliness that day. The feeling beat nothing. Even though the opportunity had come, he had tied Dorothea up so much that he could not take a single step.

In the front of the sinking Dorothea, Eleonora was bright and mouthed the proposed opening.

"You know, ask Master Kaufman to cooperate... oh, you couldn't intervene with the others, could you? Uh-huh, like using a distant magic item... you can't see in the building, is that it? Er... Strike out [scan]! Like... if you could do that, you wouldn't have a hard time, would you? hahaha......"

Unexpectedly, the light plugged in.

"What did you just say?

Stand up, Dorothea stuffed to Eleonora.

"Huh? Huh? You don't have a hard time..."

To the leopard of the Third Princess, Eleonora makes her eyes black and white. Still, Dorothea doesn't stop, grabs Eleonora's arm and inquires.

"Before that. You, what did you say about [scanning]?

"Huh? Uh, I wish I could strike it off..."

"That's it! I had that hand!!

Extremely impressive, Dorothea hugging Eleonora. It was unusual for her to expose her emotions in this way, known for her calm deposition.

"Oh!? Oh! Master Dorothea! Master Dorothea gave me my body...!?

But Eleonora didn't even realize that, and one, she was extremely impressed. In a different way.

Mid-night residential streets are lonely.

The streets are all equal to nothing, and sometimes, just wildcats rushing from alley to alley.

Everyone is sleeping quietly with the lights off. I am resting my body and mind for tomorrow's labor.

If you were to leave, a middle-aged man on his way home from a drinker, or a guard traveling around the city on guard duty?

Anyway, without the appearance of a person, there is no particular appearance of a woman.

Though safe, other things like a woman walking around the city late at night. That was Easwind's common sense.

Even so, there was one girl, who went to the city to hide herself from the magic light.

A face with floating shavings and floats in the hair of wheat. Thick eyebrows for droopy eyebrows. I had just come out of the country to the city, and the girl with all the faces was walking alone, looking carefully around.

Her name is Dorothea. This is Dorothea Isabel von Rosalinde-Bartoloa, the third princess of the Bartoloan Empire.

From the looks of it, I don't know it is. Dorothea is not such a wild looking girl. It's like someone else.

But to make her think so was her prospect.

To hide who she is, Dorothea used the "Butterfly Mask" to look as far away from herself as she could. She was headed all the way to a place.

To hide from something. Don't let anyone find you.

A black cat lying on the wall stared at it with interest.

"Around here. The devil appeared."

Dorothea stops. There, a bump in a dim alley. It was a trail surrounded by apartments.

"Rats at first. Cat next. The devil's prey is growing gradually..."

Cupon. The sound of pulling the cork plug sounded like a trail. A slightly viscous liquid then spreads over the cobblestone.

"The devil is losing his instincts. My thirst for blood is making my teeth stop working."

Instead, the smell of blood stands around. Faced by the smell, Dorothea put the glass bottle at her feet.

I'm ready. If you sprinkle blood over the place where the predation took place twice, he will surely come. Successfully turned into a human, and still couldn't hold back his instincts, an ugly beast comes.

That demon is coming...

"Blood, da... Blood no, smell, da..."

"You're here, demon"

As seeps out of the darkness at night, a black human form appears. No mouth, no nose, bent back like an old woman, demon. Only eyes gleam suspiciously, black demon.

The devil crawls and puts his face on the blood trying to stain the ground. Then the red and black blood, which made a noise with Jurjul and spread over the cobblestone, is sucked away by the devil.

Dorothea looked once again at the disgust.

"Foot Ri, Nye... Foot Ri Nye..."

"So that's your nature. How ugly..."

The devil looks up. There were countless fine tentacles. The devil sucked the blood out of it.

All the tentacles are pointed at Dorothea, twirling and standing, just if it's still not enough.

"I didn't expect this to go into direct action either. I was hoping I could grab some evidence tonight, but I'll reschedule. It's too dangerous for you to drink up human blood like wine, even though it's for blood transfusions... here, let me discuss it!

Slurry and Dorothea unleashes a rapier on her hips. The devil stares at the pristine appearance.

"Are you going to explore me in [Scan]? But it's no use. I can deactivate my skills"

On Dorothea's chest, a pendant with amber jewels gleams. It is a magic item with the effect of [Deactivate Skill], "Disconnect Jewelry".

Items that can optionally deactivate your skill up to three times have been brought to you by the King in lieu of an amulet. Dorothea offered her unwavering gratitude for her parents' affection.

This item is the deciding factor in this investigation. Change your appearance with "Butterfly Mask" and prevent [scanning] with "Disconnect Neck Decoration".

With the combination of items, there was nowhere more Dorothea needed to hesitate than to find out that she could hide her identity perfectly.

Four times, before you can [scan], chop up the devil.

Did they sprinkle the video crystal that gave up the sight of the day?

Dorothea burned an unprecedented amount of fighting spirit and was resolutely slaughtered by the devil.